They where in front of me, right in front of me, lurking through the dark. I could walk away. I'd don't think they'd notice or care. Or, I could quickly kill one or two, then be killed. Run, attack, or stay. I stay for Katniss. As long as I can lead them away from her, she can live. I can picture her on the first day of school, standing there looking around. I feel in love with her before my father told me about her mother. I wanted to talk to her so bad, to hear her beautiful voice. To-
"Fire, Fire," laughs Marvel.
Cheers around me go up and everyone starts shouting blood in glee. We all sprint forward. Since I'm in the back I see her last. On her knees, begging Cato for her life. He plunges his sword trough her and I can see the bloodied tip sticking out her back. I feel pitiful for her. They are all drunk on the notion of winning.
I'm I the only one in the world who knows how sick this is? How the government can make children in to killing machines. Not only are the carreers are a piece in their games, but to make kids beg for their life like that? The games change people.
What would the winner take away from this? The memories of killing twelve year olds? Waking up at night screaming remembering someone trying to kill you? You may have all the riches and glory, but is it worth the damage the Capitol did to your mind? Thats why I'm not trying to win. I have no loving family to go back to. The only thing that will ever make me happy know it know Katniss will be. I know she made a vow to her sister, and l that nothing would make her happier than to be with her. If I die knowing she'll be happy, then everything what worth it.
Everything quites down as I realize Clove is in front of me, imitating the girl.
"Please, no, please" She says in a voice that doesn't sound like her at all. I frown and everyone laughs. I know that they aren't laughing at Clove bad imitation, but at my stiff awkwardness. "Wait, I haven't heard a cannon yet." says an angry Cato. They all begin bickering about the kill. "I'll finish her off." I blurt out. Is a stalk back to the dyeing fire I can see her body, twitching. I plunge my knife though her heart. Instantly a cannon goes off. I walk to catch up with the rest. My ears ringing. Something catches my eye up in the trees. I can see Katniss's small figure sinking back. What will she think of me? Katniss I call to her in may mind. I'm doing this for you. Everything is for you.