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come away to the slaughter







My name is Katniss Everdeen. I am seventeen years old. My home is District 12. I was in the Hunger Games. I escaped. The Capitol hates me.




i just want this kid’s face to be appreciated.

i just want this kid’s face to be appreciated.




I hear Cinna’s voice, carrying images of rich fabric and sparkling gems. “Katniss, the girl who was on fire.” What a good laugh the Gamemakers must be having over that one. 





Original photo by tanahelene.

Original photo by tanahelene.





The war has only begun.

The war has only begun.





It would be hard to miss the wall of fire descending on me.

It would be hard to miss the wall of fire descending on me.





Without thinking, I pull an arrow from my quiver and send it straight to the Gamemakers’ table. I hear shouts of alarm as people stumble back. The arrow skewers the apple in the pig’s mouth and pins it to the wall behind it. Everyone stares at me in disbelief.

“Thank you for your consideration, ” I say. Then I give a slight bow and walk straight toward the exit without being dismissed.

Without thinking, I pull an arrow from my quiver and send it straight to the Gamemakers’ table. I hear shouts of alarm as people stumble back. The arrow skewers the apple in the pig’s mouth and pins it to the wall behind it. Everyone stares at me in disbelief.

“Thank you for your consideration, ” I say. Then I give a slight bow and walk straight toward the exit without being dismissed.








I don’t belong in this place.

I don’t belong in this place.








“We could do it, you know,” Gale says quietly. “What?” I ask. “Leave the district. Run off. Live in the woods. You and I, we could make it.”

“We could do it, you know,” Gale says quietly. 
“What?” I ask. 
“Leave the district. Run off. Live in the woods. You and I, we could make it.




“Two words. Fuck. You.”