Summary: Foxface's death from her perspective. One-shot

Disclaimer: I don't own the Hunger Games series on which this was based. Suzanne Collins does, as much as I wish I did.

Also: this was written for a contest, and it's probably not very good, but please read and review. All comments are welcome.

No, my name is not Foxface, but I am so much more than just a nameless piece in their Games…. and so tired of just that: Foxface. Illusion, trickery, hiding, running, and thieving: this has been my strategy. So no, I wont tell you my name, I don't want you to know me. You wont know my life at home: what would make it worthwhile to go back. You will never know who I am. And I plan to die that way: undefeated, unknown. I know I can't win, nor do I want to. Sure I can wield a knife or spear if it came down to it, but against the District Twelve's? Katniss with her bow could kill me in one shot, and Lover Boy-Peeta is his name? – Well to be honest, I'm not sure what he can do other than disguise himself into anything… even if I was to hurt him he could last it out, where no one will find him. And Cato! The very thought that I have a chance against him almost makes me laugh out loud as I watch Peeta collect berries through the bushes. Doesn't he know those are deadly?

I cover my mouth and hope I made no noise, though I wish I could scream these last words out loud—straight up to the cameras and rub it in the Capitol's face. I wish I could tell them this is suicide, not the tragic accident of the once clever girl…or I wish I could thank Peeta for helping me out. Stupid boy, but in a way I hope he doesn't eat those berries. I'm sure Katniss knows what they are and will stop him.

I reach out, not rustling a leaf and pick one berry. I stare at it and try my best to fake a look of relief and confidence, turn my face into a mask of concentration. I try my best to make it seem like I think the berries are completely safe despite my knowledge of their deadly poison. Suicides don't go over well with the Capitol, or the districts for that matter...

I roll the berry between my fingers. My savior from this nightmare, all I want is for better dreams, a better reality. "Thank you" I whisper to the tiny fruit. I've deemed those words safe enough for my last, because perhaps should anyone hear them, they might think I am thanking Peeta for the new source of food to keep me alive in the Games. I sit back in the grass slowly, carefully. I close my eyes and tilt my face up to the sun. I hear rustling, she has returned, and I hear Katniss yelling at Peeta for not returning the signal, for wandering far away, and for the missing cheese. Sorry about that one, but it doesn't matter. What's cheese compared to what he's holding? I utter a quiet laugh as I lift the berry, black as night and smooth, to my lips. They part to let it in, and the juice explodes in my mouth. How could something so deadly be so sweet? It almost mocks me, giving me something good to remember of my final moments while the poison seeps through my veins. I fall to the ground with a quiet thud. The world is hastily fading from my view. My limbs are growing stiff rapidly. I can no longer breathe and I panic for a moment. I'm losing all of my senses, and the last thing I hear before it all disappears is the cannon, signifying my death, before everything slips peacefully away.