Standing over his trembling and broken body, axe in hand, I smirk, the blood shining on my face as the sun peers down on us, beginning to melt the blood covered snow.
"Please, don't do this!"He cries, face twisting into a grimace as he holds onto the wound on his side — The wound I gave him.
"Don't you understand? You took everything from me! Everything! And now it's my turn to take everything from you!"I scream, bringing down the axe. Luckily for him, he moves quickly, the blade hitting the top of the cornucopia. It gives off a loud sound, but it doesn't deter me.
Watching as the last remaining tribute tries to crawl away from me, red liquid pouring from his wounds, I laugh, catching up to him with ease.
"Oh no you don't!"I bring the axe up, ready to finish this. Ready to finish him. Ready to be declared the victor.
And at this time, images of my family run through my mind. My mother laughing. My father smiling as he eats what little food we have. My older brother nudging my shoulder as I stare at a boy from school. My best friend giggling. They're all happy images.
Until more images hit me.
This time, of my mother crying, my father angry, my brother cringing in horror, my best friend screaming. I can only wonder what the monstrosity behind their expressions is — And then it hits me.
My mother is crying over her baby becoming a cold—blooded murderer, my father is angry at the captiol, my brother is cringing, his sister not being her usual self, my best friend screaming for her friend, the only person she loved.
The monstrosity is me.
Delaney, this isn't you.
It is now!