Driven by Hatred
AN: HI! If you haven't read my other fanfics, this is a totally different story than those. I have this finished on paper already, so I'll just type each chapter out and upload them. I hope you enjoy and I hope this will be an awesome story to you guys.
Prologue
Poised in her position, the young girl watched in fright as an even older boy crawled at her feet. He seemed afraid of her, and she realized it was the sword in her hand that made him crawl away. She looked around the ruins, remembering she was being watched. After she looked around, she looked at the boy, seeing he was still in the same position. "You could've ran…" She said to the boy, wondering why he didn't move when she was distracted. He only shook his head.
"This has gone on too long," He simply answers. He breathes out a sigh. "The audience would like you to kill me, so be it."
She shook her head, holding the sword in front of her. "I don't want to do this," She said, stepping forward. He only nodded. "You know… I haven't killed anyone…"
He chuckles. "Yet, we're the last two standing."
She gulps, then, raising the sword above her, she whispers, "I'm sorry" before bring the sword down on his neck. He makes a sound, and then he stops all together. She sobbed, tears pooling in her eyes. She kneels on the ground, holding her head in her hands.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the victor of the 49th Hunger Games!"