Prologue
When I first volunteered for the 74th Annual Hunger Games everything seemed so simple. I had been training all my life for this after all. You went into the games, killed almost everyone else, and emerged the victor. Now as I stand on the metal of the Cornucopia and listen to Peeta Mellark's agonized screams and the yips of the mutts below I'm not so sure. I volunteered for these games thinking that no one could beat me. Then Katniss Everdeen scored an eleven and proved I wasn't invincible, Peeta betrayed the Careers for her, and Katniss, the girl from 5, and Tahlia blew up our supplies.
Now I'm at the end with two other girls on the Cornucopia. One has a bow but she's just used her last arrow to kill the boy she loves and save him from an agonizing death. The other has a knife and is backed out of the way. Only two of us can win but I know the sad truth. Two of us may emerge as victors but there is no real victory.
There is no honor among killers just as there is no true honor among thieves.
Author's Note: So this is a companion story to The Price of Betrayal but you shouldn't have to read that to read this. I own nothing from the Hunger Games that you recognize.
