I DO NOT OWN THE HUNGER GAMES! But I DO own this story. Just sayin'.

This story tells how the characters in the Hunger Games die. It's my very first-ever story - hope you like it! :D

~Rue~

After a while, all I could hear were the birds chirping and the soft pounding of my feet against the pine needles and grass.

I couldn't shake the feeling of paranoia. It was almost like I was being watched. Followed.

Again, I turned around and scanned the woods behind me. Nobody was there. Not a person, not a thing...

But I could feel it. I knew.

Deciding it would be safer, I searched for a good tree and scaled it, reaching the top in less than five minutes. This way was slower, but at least I'd feel less provoked.

I jumped to the next tree, which wobbled slightly, but stayed put. Then I jumped to the next one. And the next.

Before I knew it, I was at the first stack of firewood. I was supposed to light it, but I didn't want to go down there – I didn't want to be on the ground.

You've got to do what you've got to do, I told myself, and so I grit my teeth and started the decline to the forest floor.

But I stopped halfway through the climb. The answer was so obvious – I didn't have to light the fire down there! The pile of wood – the wood I had to light – was fairly close to my tree; it was close enough for somebody to throw, say, a match, without burning up the whole arena.

I opened up my miniscule backpack, fumbled for a match, and threw it at the firewood.

Voilà! One fire down, two to go!

Feeling more confident, I hopped from tree to tree – quicker now – and reached the second fire in no time.

But, of course, there was a teeny-tiny predicament. The firewood was in a larger clearing than the last one – and it was far too far away for even one of the Careers to throw at.

I guess I'd have to get on the ground.

After scrambling down, after lighting the fire, that was when I sensed it –

Movement.

Behind me.

I whirled, I watched, I listened, but again, nobody was there. Nobody was there! Why couldn't the person show himself already? If I knew where the person was, I would know to hide, and I would know where I wouldn't be seen!

I ran on, picking up sticks of dried wood and timber this time, because the next campfire had to be set up and lit by me. And just as I neared the place that Katniss and I agreed the third fire would be, there was a loud BOOM.

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