It had been evening when the cannon fired. Thresh hadn't known who died, but he doubted it was anyone from the Career pack. Then suddenly after the first, a second cannon followed. Thresh wasn't sure about this one either, but didn't pay much attention to it.
But then, a fear flashed across his mind. What if it was the little girl who accompanied him to the Games? Thresh hadn't known her much, but felt as if he should watch over her since she was so small. In the long run he would have to kill her, so why was he beginning to feel sad? This was the Games. It was the young age, probably. And the fact that they had come from the same District.
Thresh thought it was absolutely ludicrous that the Capitol would make children begin the Games at such an age; Twelve to be exact. How are children supposed to defend themselves? Training could only help so much. The elders had an advantage. They were stronger and could do much more damage.
For almost an hour now, Thresh had been trudging along rocks and tall trees. He hadn't slept in hours and knew he needed it. He quickly found a tree with a hollow bottom that seemed big enough to fit his large stature and he shoved his way in. Grabbing numerous amount of leaves caked with mud, he put them over himself as a blanket and drifted off to sleep.
Three hours later it was the nightly anthem that had woken Thresh up. He sat up and looked up to the sky from the hole in the tree to see who's tribute's cannons went off. The first face he had seen in the starry sky was the little girl who he had thought of before. Rue. The second face was one he hardly recognized, a boy from District One. Was the boy Rue's killer? Did he suffer a horrible death? Thresh bit his lip in anger. He held his spear and weapons up to his chest, just in case anyone from the Career Pack or the people from District 12 had decided to come find him.
Thresh decided right then and there that he would win the Games for the little one.
He would win the Games for District 11.
He would win the Games for himself.