'Absolutely unheard of! A girl from an outlying district and a male career forming a romantic relationship.'
I can just imagine what Caesar has to say about the images that are inevitably being show on televisions everywhere, of me lying down to sleep, wrapped up in Jack's arms. Jack and I have made it to the final four tributes left in this carnival of nightmares themed arena. We broke off from the career pack when we reached the final eight, and then four of the five remaining careers died when a ferris wheel fell over.
Jack has been so sweet to me. In training, he taught me how to throw knives – something he says that his little sister is very good at. I think he said her name is Clove. Anyways, he goes out and hunts, while I protect our few remaining supplies, here in this abandoned lion's cage. If we could both get out of here alive, I'm sure that we would get married… except for the fact that I have a boyfriend back in District 11. The other thing is… I hate him, but I'm pretending to love him, so that he is vulnerable and will be close to me when the other two tributes die, so I can kill him and go home as the Victor. I've got him completely hooked.
All of a sudden, I feel him slipping out of my grasp, but I remain still, keeping up the appearance that I am asleep. It must be the middle of the night, but he is probably going out to hunt for breakfast. A few minutes later, I hear a cannon go off, flowed by another and I know that Jack has killed the other two tributes. There are 2 of us left, and I'm the one that is going home.
I pick up my knives and place them so that I have easy access to them when Jack comes back. Then, I lie back down so that he isn't suspicious that I know about the other two tribute's deaths. It isn't long before he returns.
"Hey babe. I made breakfast! I found some blueberries down at the old vendor's cart and made some jam to go with our bread!"
Oh well… I might as well enjoy one last meal with him before I kill him, and I do love blueberries.
"Thanks!" I force myself to smile. Then, I take a bite of the fluffy white bread, chew, and then swallow. The smile leaves my face almost immediately. I can feel the poison running through my veins Nightlock, a poisonous berry, not blueberries. I have one minute before I'm dead, and if I'm not going home, neither is he. I grad my knives and begin throwing them at him. At least 10 hit their targets.
"You rotten person" I say. Then, his cannon goes off. Seconds later, the poison reaches my heart and he world goes black. There will be no Victor this year.