"This, this is the moment you've been waiting for all your life, finally, it's come. You will make your first kill today, you will enter The Hunger Games. You've spent your whole life preparing for this, Clove, and you're ready." Says my designer, "You will win this, bring honor to your district and receive life-long glory!" She's extremely enthused, so am I though, right? She's still standing in the corner smiling, something tells me she's given that speech before and she loves her job…. Do I love this moment? I should. "GO, GO! Get in the tube! It's time to go up! Goodbye, Clove! And have a happy Hunger Games, may the odds be ever in your favor!"
My stomach is sick. I'm shaking with nervousness. No. excitement. I'm excited. I've been waiting forever for this. It's finally time.
The tube rises quickly and opens into a green forest like arena. The 60 second count down begins. I look around, almost everyone looks nervous, but not my allies. They were born for this….I was born for this, right?
"45"
... Oh god. I'm excited, I need to keep reminding myself, this is what I want, I won't die. I'm going to win, for su-
"30"
Once it begins I'll feel better, right? Of course. This is what I was meant to do!
"10"
Focus Clove! You're so ready! You're fierce. You're going to make your kills and you're going to win!
"1"
I begin running to the cornucopia, I see a backpack, I grab it, but what I really need is weapons. I see a large knife, I grab that and stab someone nearest to me. I must keep moving. I see Cato and run towards him. He's going for the center of the cornucopia. AMAZING! We will get all the best stuff. There's a small boy hiding in the messy splendor of the weapons and food, Cato see's him right before I do and snaps his neck as I watch. One of us will win. We're already getting close. I keep running to the cornucopia. I'll need to defend it along with my other allies.
Once I arrive at the cornucopia I see the girl from district five, I have no idea what her name it, we make eye contact as I grab the nearest knife and throw it. It hits her throat and she falls down to die.
So this is what killing is? This feeling of a sickness in my stomach and dizziness. I'm supposed to love it. I do right? This is what I was made to do. I'm better than them. I deserve to win this! But the look in her eyes.. She knew. She saw the knife coming. She looked at me. So pained. So afraid… I'll never forget her face… But she was my first kill! I should remember her! This feels great, Clove, this is what you were made to do, this is what you've been waiting your whole life for. Don't go soft now.
Guys, this is my first fanfiction. Thankyou for reading it! feed back is greatly appreciated!