A/N: Hello there! This is a Hunger Games one-shot. Thank you to my friend Shanna for introducing me to these amazing books. I feel an obession coming on. I'm working on other fics, but I've been dying to try Thresh, so... Taz-daz!
I watch as the little girl walks slowly up to the stage.
She's so small.
Rue.
I know her. She works in the orchards, leaping from branch to branch, tree to tree. She whistles at 5 o'clock every evening, signalling it's time to go home. Her voice is like caramel, soft and sweet, and even the birds stop their chirping to listen. The mockingjays pause and then repeat her song. They build it up, harmonising, growing louder.
It's phenomenal.
And here she is now. Walking to her death.
I watch as Gregor Marchbank shoves his hand into the boy's box, looking for a name.
Everyone is still as the tribute is revealed.
It's me.
I am the boy tribute for District 11.
I am going to take part in the 74th Hunger Games.
With her. Rue.
I barely register the fleeting feeling of relief. At least now I can protect her. I can make sure one of us will get out alive. She has family, I know she does. A brother and three sisters, I think. At least she has her parents.
That is more than I will ever have.
She glances at me, her brown eyes wide. Is she scared of me? I don't want her to be. I want her to know that I will watch over her, keep her safe. I smile, just enough so that she sees. She blinks and the fear in her eyes is replaced by hope.
I look away.
I will make sure that little girl goes home.
I will proctect her.
A/N: I know that was quite short, but I think it was enough for now. I'll probably try another, longer one at a later date. I've got Hunger Games on the brain at the moment. Please review, as any comments are welcome. xx