The Kill
Prelude- Marking Our Graves
Perspective- Darkness the Hedgehog
"Darkness the Hedgehog," my name is called by the mayor of our district, Sonic the retired hero, who has aged quite a bit over seventy years. Without questioning my fate, I step up, preparing to enter the first Hunger Games on this planet. My reaping outfit for this day was a small gray dress given to me by Iceberg.
Sonic glances at me in sorrow, not wanting to have to send a tribute to the Hunger Games as he approaches the 'boys' reaping bowl.
"Iceberg," he calls as I freeze in suspense.
Iceberg steps forward, his eyes full of twisting emotions as I hear him murmur, "I'm sorry, Darkness."
