The Nightlock Decision

 Almost there! We won in the games. However, they changed the rules again. The Capitol won’t allow two winners after all. I knew this was coming. This was never meant to end well. The fair is on every part of my body, mind, and spirit. We have to do at last move, bluffing about our death?

Katniss looks at me, and I know she won’t kill me. I won’t kill her either. I would rather die than be the reason she doesn’t make it home.

But she does something brilliant. She pulls out the nightlock poison berries, and suddenly, we are in control. If they won’t let us both live, they will have no victor. The Capitol won’t stand for that.

I see the panic in their eyes as the announcer rings through the arena. We won. We survived. But something tells me we didn’t win. The Capitol won’t forget this. And now, Katniss and I are more than survivors; we are rebels without meaning to be.

What happens now?