This is just a taster to see how this is received. Tell me what you think and a longer up date will be coming soon
Blood dripped down from my nose. My tongue darted out to taste it. Savouring the taste of copper and salt. Two knifes gripped in my sweaty hands. I eyed up the district four his district one companion lying dead at my feet. I am panting softly and I relies my hand are shaking slightly. A savage smile graces my lips. My hand goes up and two back fingers tap my temple. Goodbye I know he is watching. Then the district four leaps. A thought crosses my mind of reaping day. May the odds ever be in your favour.