A/N Hi! It's me, Icepath-Snowwing! This story is basically a drabble from each games. It'll go up 'till the 73 Games, if I ever get to it. I'm hoping I do. Please read and review. Reviews could always be helpful for me to learn how I can up my writing skills. Enjoy!
The Hunger Games
1
Betrayal
Brooklyn Adams, District 9
"Brooklyn Adams," the escort had said. She had this peppy sort of look on her, although I bet she thinks this new idea of entertainment for the Capitol is fair. Or maybe she does. I guess I wouldn't be surprised. But whatever she thinks doesn't matter. 'Cause I'm stuck in this arena and I'm not going to get out. I'm going to die in this dreaded place.
The gong sounds. My reactions are quick to respond. I don't think. Well, I guess all I'm thinking is to get out of here. That's all I want. That's all I need. That's all… I won't get. Before I can get out of the clearing where the Cornucopia is, I feel a knife neatly graze my arm. When I turn around, I see my attacker. My district partner. Someone who I would call friend. It doesn't look that way now. He stares at me with those dark brown eyes which are typical in District 9. Before I can react to this betrayal, he falls, blood running down from his new wound.
A knife sticks out of his back and my eyes widen in horror as I look at him. All I can hear is my heart pounding. But no. That's not all. What I hear next is one of the lasts.
"You're next."
A/N Ouch. I hadn't meant for that to happen… But, I write to find out where it leads me… sort of. Anyways, please review and leave me a note about what I can improve on!
