Ok, this is a one-shot I wrote at a writing workshop I went to today. This is my first draft, no edits beside basic grammar and spelling. My main character is named Victoria West, and she goes by Tori. She's a brunette, waist length hair, with green eyes. She's from District Four (the fishing district). That's all you need to know for now, if I decide to continue it you'll learn more about her :) Also, this happens a little after the Cornucopia. The Bloodbath was less eventful than usual.
"I found you," he says. My back is against a rock, and I have nowhere to run. But he doesn't know what's about to hit him. He lifts his left foot, just barely. Come on…come on, snap. I got him. The tall boy is wrenched up into the trees by my net, and with one shot, he's out of the game. As I release the trap I hear the cannon go off, echoing through the rainforest. I think he was from District Twelve, but I'm not sure.
I've heard three other cannons already, it should be a relief, only twenty people left, but each person left is that much stronger than the ones they've defeated. But the guy I've killed had a pack, complete with a sleeping bag, some dried fruit, and an 8oz bottle of water. I'm not hungry yet, and I should wait until I find water to drink what little I have.
The sun's still high in the sky, but due to the canopy above, it's hard to see anything but leaves in the wet, hot forest. The sooner I find water, the better off I'll be. If I'm lucky, everyone else will be out before they find me, and I'll have a shot at winning. As I walk, I pack my nets and socks in with everything else in my bag and sling it over my shoulders; I just have to keep going until I find water.
As I walk, a loud crack comes from the sky, and I freeze where I am. No more than a foot from where I stand, the ground sizzles, burned to the earth. I hear another crack, and a tree collapses across my path. Now I get it. Lightning. Are the Gamemakers done with me already? Running is all I can think to do.
Run, just run.
I zigzag through the trees, dodging where I think the lightning's about to hit. My feet catch on roots and holes in the loose earth. My heart races as my feet stumble across the ground. The Game's only just started, why are they trying to kill me off so quickly? I won't. I won't be the fifth person out. I have to win; I have to win for Mom, for Lilly and Carson. If I die, they'll be at home all alone, with no help. They don't know how to sneak stuff from Dad for Mom, they won't know what to do I won't die to some random lightning! As the last strike hits, I fall flat on my face into mud. Mud! Water! I found water!
It's not long before I set up camp in the canopy, the trickle of water below a soft lullaby. Two more cannons go off as I secure my sleeping bag on a crisscross of branches. At this point, I'm so glad I didn't join the bloodbath at the Cornucopia; otherwise, one of those cannons would've been mine. As I settle into my warm bag, the Capitol's anthem plays, but I don't care. I just thank luck that my face isn't up there tonight.
So, what y'all think? RnR? Let me know how you feel. Oh plus, I'm looking for an Editor/Beta reader, any takers?