District One- These Games We Play
Gloss
The cannon blast signifies that it's down to the final two. I grin in anticipation and shift my sword in my hand. The boy from Three probably just died, I cut him pretty bad before he escaped. Now it's just me and the girl from Four. She was my ally at the beginning of the Games but now I just want to rip her throat out.
"Who's there?" I snarl as the plants behind me rustle. I turn around, holding my sword tightly. The girl from Four steps out from the plants, holding a spear with a second one strapped to her back. If we weren't about to fight to the death I'd say that she looked pretty.
"Well, well, well, Gloss." She says smoothly, "We meet again."
"I'm glad to be the last person you ever meet again." I say before lunging at her with my sword. She blocks it easily with the shaft of her spear.
"Is that all you've got?" Four taunts. I narrow my eyes and strike again. This time she jumps out of the way. I am set off balance and I tumble sideways. I bring my sword up to block an attack but none comes. I hear a gurgling sound and I get off the ground cautiously.
Four is a few feet away from me, clutching her stomach and throwing up blood and little blue specks. Poison berries. She chokes out my name in between spasms, "Gloss. End it, kill me." She begs, falling to her knees, still holding her stomach.
I take a deep breath and swing my sword at her neck. It's a clean cut that kills her instantly. The cannon sounds and the trumpets blare. I won the Hunger Games just like my sister. She'll be proud of me, I know that for sure but I'm not proud if myself. This isn't how I wanted to win. I wanted a bloody fight with me coming out on top. Not my opponent being killed by her own stupidity before the fight even started.
Cashmere
It's down to four of us. Me and my district partner, the girl from Six and the boy from Two. I know what I have to do if I want to get out alive. My district partner will have to die and I will be the one to kill him.
"Should we go looking for-" I don't give him a chance to finish. My knife embeds itself into his back and he collapses. The cannon sounds and I pull my knife from his back.
"I'm sorry." I whisper, wiping his blood on a leaf, "I'll win for you."
And I do win. The fight with Six goes quickly and ends with my knife in her throat. The fight with Two takes longer. He is more skilled and uses a club-like weapon that could easily knock my head right from my shoulders if he were to hit me.
"Avoid and evade. Typical District One prissy." Two snarls, swinging his club again. I jump easily to the side.
I dodge a few more close-call swings and wait for the right moment. His heart has to be exposed fully before I can- there. With a perfectly timed flick of my wrist the knife finds it's target, Two's heart. He gasps and then the cannon fires followed by the sounds of trumpets announcing my victory. My victory, I like the sound of that.
A/N: Short and sweet and very fun to write. The next chapter will be up soon. Sorry for any mistakes you find.