The Only True Winner

by Books and Other Drugs

"The tracker's they inject into every tribute's arm? They monitor our heartbeat, pulse, and other vital signs. That's how they tell if your really dead. Such simple minds the Capitol people have. It's ridiculous, really; How easily i faked them"

-Super short, I know. But it's a decent idea. Please stick with me on this pretty please! I may re-write if a bunch of people file insurance claims against me because this story made their eyes bleed. Sorry, by the way, if this happens to you. P.S. Read at your own risk (:

-Katherine Elizabeth

I inspected those stupid Nightlock berries when the Baker Boy left them on the ground. I had to make sure they'd be deadly.

It's easy to fake your own suicide in the Games.

The tracker's they injected into every tribute's arm?

They monitor our heart rate, pulse, and other vital signs.

That's how they tell that you're really dead.

Such simple minds the Capitol people have.

It's pathetic, really; how easily I faked them.

There are so many animals in the arena, you know. Full of life.

So effortless to cut out my tracker,

In the woods, I pace carefully

Staunching to blood flow

And finding my first victim:

A small deer

Just about the right size

To be mistaken for me…

The tracker fits easily into the incision I make

In the gentle deer

I feed it berries,

Watch it fall,

Play dead,

And be picked up by the hovercraft.

I went home

Alive,

Unchanged,

So don't you see,

Katniss Everdeen?

Johanna Mason?

Finnick Odair?

I have killed no one

Inflicted no injuries

I am

The only true winner

Of the Hunger Games.

I know this is impossible since the tributes are bled white after they die, but I thought it'd be neat if someone out-"Foxed" the Capitol(: