Persecutors
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I stare deep into the enemy's soul. All we Career tributes wanted to do was to make an alliance to make our force stronger. They refused. Now they die. The smell of fear thickens the already stuffy air. Once I hear the battle cry, I rush forward, armed with a million different angers. The Career Tributes are ravenous for power. We will make alliances everywhere we go. If they refuse to come into our stronghold, or make one tiny-tiny mistake, it's curtains for them. I am I hand combat kind of person. I can rip someone's throat with my bare hands. I can get food from the Careers, so I'm pretty much set. As for them, their days of struggling for survival have done nothing to help them now. IF you make the Careers angry, there's no turning back...
My hunger lashes out to the first tribute I confront. I decide to stab him with my spear in some vital organ, preferably the heart. One down, about four more to go. Cato (one of the Career Tributes) has taken down three already. It's up to me to take down the last. She looks like she won't go down without a fight. I'm good with that. I tackle her down to the forest floor. She twists and turns and finally starts to turn over so I'm the one that will be pinned down. Like that will ever happen. I reach for a bloody knife I see lying a few feet beside me. I cut her in my uppermost favorite place to stab,cut,or tear out. The heart. She goes down without a word. I stand up a new power deep inside of me . I was going to win these games. No matter who I had to take down...
Author's note: I know all my stories so far have been dark. I promise the next one will be flowery. If you don't like that idea, object in the comments. :D