Omg I wrote this like two years ago and just found it so please enjoy my younger self's brain (jk you're gonna hate this)
ITS A HUNGER GAMES CROSSOVER

      The cannon boomed moments after the guy from five fell to the ground. It wasn't a sickening thudding sound like movies portray. It was a quiet haunting bump. He let out a few final gasping breaths and then was just still, his eyes and mouth hanging open, his blood on the ground in a little pool.

         Thomas had killed him. All it took was one hit. The boy wasn't very big, the blade almost went right through him with no effort. It just slid through his thin body, taking the life right out of him. Thomas' hands shook as he stared at the dead boy on the ground. He did that. He ended a kid's life. That's what they all were, kids.

         "You okay Tommy?" a soft voice pulled him out of his head.

         He took a shaky breath and tried to still his hands, "y-yeah Newt, I'm alright."

         "You had to do it. He would have killed you. He would have killed me too and you know bloody well I can't defend myself."

         Thomas swallowed and nodded, the words getting caught in his throat.

         They stood in silence for a few moments, just staring at the dead boy. It was the first person Thomas killed, the only person he'd ever even harmed. That was his strategy, let the others pick themselves off and he'd come out on top. It worked pretty well, he was a fast runner and a quick thinker, he avoided almost all conflict until he met the boy from 7 with a limp. He ran straight into him, not even paying attention. He looked at him wide eyed and terrified as if he knew he couldn't escape Thomas. From the start Thomas didn't think it was fair to put him in the game, he was at a clear physical disadvantage, there was no way he could survive on his own. That's how Newt became his ally, they quickly clicked and with Newt's extreme resourcefulness they made quite a team. Every day they survived felt like a small victory which kept them going through the next one. Of course neither of them really pictured winning but here they were, standing in front of their lifeless last competitor.

         Thomas couldn't look away, the boy's unmoving chest and unblinking eyes had him trapped in some sort of unbreakable hypnosis.

         "Tommy?" Newt lightly grabbed his wrist and softly pulled, "we should get out of here so they can take the body."

         He nodded and followed Newt mindlessly.

         Once they were in a small clearing Newt sat down, leaning against a tree trunk, "bloody hell all that walking kills my leg."

         Thomas sat down next to him, "you have to kill me"

         Newt quickly turned his head to look at him, "wha-no, what are you even talking about?"

         "It's only us Newt, there's no one left. Only one makes it out alive."

         "No way in bloody hell am I hurting you Thomas!" That name sounded foreign in Newt's mouth. He never called him that.

         "I want you making it out of here."

         "Stop! Okay? Just stop it!" Newt snapped as Thomas just continued to look at him with a sad expression.

         "They're gonna have a winner Newt, they always have a winner."

         That shut him up, he stared silently at his lap for what felt like eternity, "I planned for this."

         "What?"

         Newt looked up at him, "from the day I met you I made a promise to myself if it was us in the end I'd let you win."

         "Why would you do that?"

         Newt let out a pained laugh, "Tommy I was dead without you. If you wouldn't have come along I probably would have been tortured at the hands of the district 1 and 2 kids. I was a laughing stock! What chance does a kid with a limp have? But then you came along with your stupid pretty face," he shook his head and brushed the hair out of his eyes before containing, "I was certain you were gonna kill me, but then you looked at me with your big brown eyes and all I could see was sympathy. Helping me would be the biggest 'fuck you' to the capital ever right? It was that night, when we slept in that ditch instead of the tree, which would clearly have been safer, I know you did it because I can't climb trees well. That's when I promised myself if it came down to it, it has to be you Tommy. And I still stand by that, it has to be you."

         Thomas shook his head, "I-I couldn't live with myself."

         Newt stood up and held his hand out for him, "come here pretty boy."

         Thomas looked at him confused but allowed him to pull him up.

         Newt pulled a knife from his backpack and placed it in Thomas' hand, "make it quick okay?"

         "Newt what the fuck?! No!"

         Newt lightly guided the tip of the knife so it was lightly touching his thin T-shirt, "Tommy, I want you to this. I don't have anything to live for anyways."

         Thomas looked at him helplessly, "you can't just expect me to kill you!"

         Newt looked at him with a terrified and pleading expression, "please Tommy, don't make me do it myself."

         That spiked tears in Thomas' eyes, "N-newt."

         Newt softly covered Thomas' hands with his own, the hilt of the knife tucked carefully between their hands, "it's okay Tommy, I promise it's okay."

         Thomas blinked, causing tears to roll down his cheeks, "I don't want to."

         Newt gently wiped the tears off Thomas' cheeks, "hey don't get all soft on me." He did nothing to hide the matching tears rolling down his own cheeks.

         That just made Thomas cry harder, "I-I can't."

         Newt sniffled took a small step closer so the blade was pressing into him, "don't make this harder than it has to be. I'm begging you Tommy."

         "But you're my friend! I-I....," he trailed off but Newt gave him a sad smile.

         "Yeah me too."

         "I didn't even finish!"

         Newt leaned up and softly pecked his lips, "you didn't have to."

         Thomas looked shocked, "I-wha-how did you know?"

         Newt let out a small laugh that just sounded forced and painful, "when you slept you always grabbed my hips and pulled me against you, at first I thought it was just a comfort thing but the your um....you know....kept poking me and I kinda figured it out."

         Thomas flushed red and looked down, "sorry."

         "I didn't mind."

         They were silent for a moment, Thomas collecting his thoughts. How did Newt expect him to kill him? How could he kill the boy he accidentally fell for?

         Suddenly Newt whispered, "Tommy, I'm scared."

         Thomas met his gaze and put one of his hands on his cheek, the other still holding the knife.

         "Are you sure this is what you want?"

         Newt nodded and leaned into his touch, "you have to do it Tommy. Please."

         "Look at me okay? Just me."

         Newt nodded as tears rolled down his cheeks, "I think I love you Tommy."

         Thomas gave him a small smile as he adjusted his grip on the knife, he knew if they didn't do this the Capitol would come after them, their games had to be perfect.

         Thomas softly kissed his nose, "don't be scared okay? It's not gonna hurt I promise."

         Newt bit his lip to stop the little whimpers from coming out.

         "And hey, I love you too Newt."

         The blonde boy smiled through his tears and looked up at him, "can you kiss me? One last time?"

         Thomas leaned down and pressed their lips together. He felt Newt's lips curl up softly into the kiss, it felt nice, felt right. Salty tears ran into their mix of lips but they pretended not to notice. Thomas softly bit at Newt's bottom lip, extracting soft noises from him. He smirked, pleased at the reaction and deepened the kiss. Newt was lost in it, the fact that they were in the games completely slipped his mind as did the fact that this would be his last few seconds of life, but going out kissing Thomas meant going out happy.

         Thomas made sure Newt was distracted, he kissed him with everything he had and as soon as he felt Newt let him take control of the kiss he drove the knife hard under his rib cage. He felt sick as he drove it into Newt's perfect skin. Newt's knees buckled and Thomas held him around the waist with his free arm as he twisted the knife.

         He buried his face in Newt's hair and finally let himself sob into it. He wrapped both arms around Newt's thin waist, trying to ignore the hilt sticking out of his torso. He dropped to his knees, bringing Newt's body with him. If Newt was still alive he wouldn't be for long, Thomas didn't even want to check. He was scared that he would be but also terrified that he wasn't.

         Newt's head fell on his shoulder, it felt heavy, like he was asleep. Yes, sleeping, Thomas could pretend he was asleep.

         He hugged Newt tight to his chest, not even noticing the blood that was getting all over him. His sobs were the only sound to be heard in the entire arena, he didn't think about everyone in the districts watching, he couldn't imagine their reactions. The only thing on his mind was the beautiful boy in his arms who he just killed.

         Newt was the second, the second person he killed.

         The cannon boomed a moment later, signaling he was indeed dead, lifeless on Thomas' lap.

         Music started playing, celebratory music in honor of Thomas' victory. Thomas paid no attention to it, he couldn't do anything besides sob into Newt's T-shirt. He clutched onto him life he was his lifeline, like he was all that mattered, because he was.

         They had to rip Newt's body from Thomas. He screamed and thrashed as the Capitol workers held him back. He watched them take Newt's body away, it felt like they took a piece of him away too and when they placed that crown on his head Thomas felt like everything but a winner.