div style="line-height: 24.48px; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14.4px; text-align: center; background-color: #fefefe;"span style="line-height: 1.7em; font-size: 11pt;"span style="line-height: 1.7em; font-family: 'times new roman';"strong style="line-height: 1.7em; display: inline; padding-bottom: 0.7em; padding-top: 0.7em;"[POSSIBLE EXCERPT; SPOILER ALERT; READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!]/strong/span/spanbr style="line-height: 1.7em;" / /div
div style="line-height: 24.48px; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14.4px; background-color: #fefefe;"span style="line-height: 1.7em; font-size: 11pt;"span style="line-height: 1.7em; font-family: 'times new roman';"The sound of a branch cracking brings me back to my senses. Quick as a fox, I dart behind a tree, the knives I snatched from the Cornucopia grasped in my sweaty style="line-height: 1.7em;" / br style="line-height: 1.7em;" /An owl hoots. Mud style="line-height: 1.7em;" / br style="line-height: 1.7em;" /Her figure is silhouetted against the moonbeams and I let out a battle cry as I leap onto the girl before stabbing her repeatedly in the style="line-height: 1.7em;" / br style="line-height: 1.7em;" /As the clouds clear from the moon, I can see her mud-streaked, blood-streaked face illuminated. Hatred courses through me, deeper than anything I've ever felt as I recognize her. And judging by her sudden expression of fear, I know she's realized who I style="line-height: 1.7em;" / br style="line-height: 1.7em;" /It's the girl from District style="line-height: 1.7em;" / br style="line-height: 1.7em;" /"You," I snarl quietly, pressing my knife deep into her torso so she won't try escaping. My other knife is held above her left eye. "You killed my brother."br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / br style="line-height: 1.7em;" /"I-" she begins, but I cut her off and run the blades of the knives down every inch of flesh and skin I can find. The metallic smell of blood reaches my nose, but I don't care. My brother. My twin brother. I need to avenge style="line-height: 1.7em;" / br style="line-height: 1.7em;" /"Sequil- Sequil, stop! She's dead."br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / br style="line-height: 1.7em;" /I stop, recognizing the sound of the District Nine boy. My style="line-height: 1.7em;" / br style="line-height: 1.7em;" /Staring at the Two girl's limp, motionless body, limbs akimbo, I'm filled with horror and shock. The scent of her blood fills my nose, and her chest is unmoving. Her body is streaked with mud as well, and the mixture of mud and blood is not very style="line-height: 1.7em;" / br style="line-height: 1.7em;" /Gingerly, I reach out to touch her shoulder, suddenly wishing that I hadn't been so impulsive as to attack her just like that. em style="line-height: 1.7em;"Don't be dead. Don't be dead,/em I'm hoping fervently, but as anticipated, her arm is cold to the touch. Her earlier zeal, fear, horror, shock – it's all gone. Her hazel colored eyes are blank and style="line-height: 1.7em;" / br style="line-height: 1.7em;" /And I sink back onto my knees, into the mud, my head against his masculine body. He smells just like my style="line-height: 1.7em;" / br style="line-height: 1.7em;" /And as the few thousand emotions flow through my veins, a burst of terror tells my brain something. Something I'd wished I never would have to style="line-height: 1.7em;" / br style="line-height: 1.7em;" /em style="line-height: 1.7em;"You just killed someone./embr style="line-height: 1.7em;" /br style="line-height: 1.7em;" /- Possible excerpt from [insert title of solo THG fanfic which I will not reveal]/span/span/div