Marvel
The little girl, Rue, is in that trap. My trap. I can see her.
I'd meant it for someone older. I don't want to have to kill a twelve-year-old. If I win, no one will care, they'll all be mourning her.
I grip the spear that's barely being held by my sweaty hands.
"Katniss! Katniss!" Rue screams, desperation in her voice. Well guess what, buddy? No one wants to die. But I don't say that out loud.
Katniss bursts through the bushes.
I throw my spear. And it lands in Rue's stomach.
Katniss shrieks and looks up at me and her gray eyes fill with anger.
She loads her bow. And shoots it.
It hits me in the neck. I crumple.
And the last thing I see before I die is Katniss, clutching Rue's hand..