I really need someone to make me something Hunger Games related!
There is a girl, Elena, but she goes by EndraChaos, who has been caught stealing significationary’s, (Anna’s), fanfiction ‘I can still do this.’
She was caught, as I said, and reported. The stolen fic was taken down from the website it was published on. But it’s happened again, and we’ve now learned she is a serial Kato/Catoniss fanfic stealer.
So, spread the word to stop her from stealing fanfictions and claiming them as their own.
The silence between us bothers me, even if I pretend otherwise. So while he holds me, I mumble, “Remind me why I’m still here. Tell me a reason. Just one.”
And he doesn’t say anything.
Based off this (x)
Peeta watches me as I shoot that arrow into Cato’s head. I am stony, cold and unfeeling. The mindset and emotionless masked face of a trained huntress. As the arrow pierces his skull and his screaming stops, I hear Peeta let out a small sound, like relief as he backs away to sit atop the giant metal structure, nursing his injuries.
I continue to stare down as the Mutts ravage Cato’s body. I can just make out the glint of his eyes and the flash of the arrow in the moonlight before the Glimmer Mutt tears a chunk off his face and I have to look away from the morbid sight, tears prick up behind my eyes.
“You okay, Katniss?” I hear him ask from behind me and I blink back the tears before giving him a dismissive glance over my shoulder, my face set as a distant, emotionless mask once more as I touch the berries in my pocket with macabre fondness.
“I’m fine,” but really, I’m dead inside.