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Plans? Who needs those when you have reflexes like mine?

I grin devilishly and grip my long spear tighter. That damned girl from 11 is with her ally, a large boy from 8. She always annoyed me, from the moment I saw her in the recap of the reapings. Something about that ugly auburn hair ticks me off.

So I decided she'd be the first one I kill. I didn't kill anyone in the bloodbaths, instead stalking the alliance. Now, in the dead of night, they were going through their packs.

They had been together since day one of training, helping each other with skills. It pissed me off. She was disgustingly weak, unable to lift the lightest weights the training room offered.

'Pathetic filth.' I sneered, her back to me. I hadn't payed much attention to the boy during training, but I noticed he was strong. No matter. I was fast, and smart. I was a Career.

The chill of the night tensed my muscles even more, the easy kills exciting me and causing adrenaline to course through me. Finally using my annoyance and disgust with the girl push me forward, I jumped from my hiding place, giving a battle roar. In one swift move, I sent my aerodynamic weapon through the air, aiming for her back. My days of training with the spear made me confident of my aim.

She didn't even have time to turn. The blade pierced her, her body arching forward.

Blood quickly squirted, decorating that other boys face and the dirt ground. The back of her jacket quickly darkened, and a gurgled cry rang out before it was completely silent in the arena.

Pride swelled through me, and knowing the cameras were watching us, I graced my face with a cocky smirk. Now they knew what I was capable of.

A terrible scream erupts, and I snap my head to the district eight boy I hadn't really acknowledged.

I started, my blood going ice cold. He looked like a mutt; vicious, terrible and the things nightmares were made of. His eyes were wild, and in a moment he was charging toward me. Fumbling over myself, I desperately tried to retrieve my spear from the girls back, forgetting my original intentions of making a break for it.

Before I can even come close to my only chance at survival, a brick collides with my face. I fly back shortly until I crash into the ground, my head hitting the dirt hard. My mind races, and I note the metallic taste of blood in my mouth. Before another thought enters my mind, more bricks are slamming my face, over and over. I helplessly try to stop his vigorous attack by moving my hands in front of my face, but that only causes him to pound the sides of my head.

Crying out brokenly in pain, tears sting my face as I feel blood gush from my mouth, nose and new wounds.

"Ple-" I try to beg, but my jaw rolls sickly and I realize it's broken. Another fist in my face. Another. Another. Another. Another.

I feel my senses slipping away, the sound of my cries and this animals heavy breathing sounding like it's coming through murky water. My eyes have swollen shut, and I feel myself slipping. As if I'm in-between being awake and asleep.

With a few more blows, I'm gone, blackness engulfing everything I've ever had or needed.


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Anger. Pure, blinding fury swells in my veins, my blood roaring in my ears and slipping down my forehead from my wounds from the struggle for supplies at the bloodbath. My ragged breaths tear through my throat, burning from the lack of water. I stand shakily in front of my enemy.

My only focus in the world right now.

My alliance's blood, fresh and warm, dots my cheeks. His spear, coated in crimson and mangled organs and tissue, glistens in the moonlight. It's still piercing her abdomen. Her eyes, a dull gray, frozen in shock, stare emptily at the sky, her own blood still bubbling from her agape mouth.

A smirk. That's all he has to offer me after running through the unsuspecting 13 year old district 11 girl. My ally. My friend.

With an animalistic roar, I release my restraints on my rage. All the lessons from anger management evaporate and I'm unstoppable.

He's taken off guard, unable to get his weapon out if her before I'm on him.

It didn't take long. I don't know how it happened though. The blood. His and my allies' smeared over my face, hands, and chest. The barely recognizable face of the district 4 boy.

Boom. Boom.

The cannons tell me he's dead.

I can't help but smile.