20...
My hands behind my back, my fingers clasped, entwined in each other, wishing, with hope filling my soul.
10...
Heavy breaths overrun my body, filling it and making me shaky, so shaky...
5...
My eyes are drawn to my only savior, and he looks back. We will fight.
4...
I picture them watching at home. Faces full of hope, eyes sparkling, waiting for me to win...
3...
The people surrounding me. Eyes locked onto the space in front of them. They haven't given up yet. Not yet.
2...
The weapons and the bounty the cornucopia holds. Stuff I need to hold dearly towards me.
1...
Survival.
GONG!
I run, sprinting as fast as I can, where I am led towards the cornucopia by my own senses. I'm running so fast, every step knocking another gust of air out of my body, making my legs more heavy, exhaustion overtaking me. But I won't give up yet. I'm a survivor, a fighter, I won't go down without a fight. But for all I know, I might be going down very soon.
I see the glint of metal, and that's the only sign I need before I'm running in that direction, lured into the mouth of the cornucopia by pure curiosity. But he gets there before me. I'm knocked to the ground, air knocked from my mouth, and before I know it, he's there. The boy from Two. Above me, smile, eyes narrow. "Hey, sweetie."
He teasingly presses his lips against mine before the sword slides across my throat and my world blurs into darkness. And I hear faint music. This is what it's like to die.