As I see the glass tube surrounding me, I give my stylist a last look and put my chin up in the air. When I come up, I see we're surrounded by woods. And a lake. Well that's good, woods are a good opportunity to sneak up on others and the lake can provide us water. Of course, other Tributes can hide from us as well. But once they come out to the lake, they're dead.
While looking around, my eyes cross Clove's. She looks as satisfied with this Arena as I am. We were born for this, others aren't. I smile at her, showing I'm totally ready to do this. With the alliance, we'll kill most of the other Tributes in the upcoming – what's it going to be – maybe 2 minutes? Killing the alliance in the end will be a challenge but I came here for one reason only. To become a victor.
45 seconds
Glimmer and Marvel look the same as Clove and me. Relaxed. Pumped up. Ready to kill. Clearly not the way the other Tributes are feeling right now. That District 12 girl seems to be looking at the bow – as if she can shoot that thing. As if she would even make it to the bow without getting killed. I laugh. It's funny how others think they might actually have a chance. Do they honestly think they stand a chance against us, the trained Tributes? We, or at least I, have trained years for this. Years and years of training. And this year will be mine. My victory.
30 seconds
Everybody's going to live like it's the last day they will ever see. And it probably is. Or at least one of their last days. You can see it in their eyes, the fear of being killed. Well don't you worry, little Tributes, we'll make it fast. Just a little cut through your throat and you'll be dead before you know it. 'Cato: brutal killer, at your service.' I'll do everything to finally get that victory, to finally get what I deserve.
My eye notices the boy from District 12, looking at the girl. The star-crossed lovers. Pathetic. I'll probably get those first. An idea pops in. I think I might have overheard someone saying she's a survivor. Maybe she's not easy to get at all. And maybe we can use the boy to get her. That's actually not a bad idea at all. We can tell him we want both of them in our alliance, find her, kill her, kill him and lose the star-crossed lovers who would have never made it anyway. One step closer to victory.
15 seconds
I see a sword blinking at the Cornucopia. I trained a lot with swords, mostly with swords actually. That is for sure going to be my first score. With a sword I could do anything. I could be anything. I could own this whole Arena. Showing off my skills will get me Sponsors. Maybe not the ones with emotions for the lovers, but hey, I don't want their gifts. I know I've got skills. The Capitol will see. And they will reward me for it. And if not, that's their problem. I'll survive. I know how to do it. I have been trained to survive. I was born for this. I was born to go into this Arena, get my victory and make my family proud. And that's all I'm here for.
5 seconds
Time to get ready.
4 seconds
I look one more time at their scared faces.
3 seconds
Alright, so you think you're ready?
2 seconds
Tell me, do you feel the pressure now?
1 second
I was born for this.
The Gong
There can only be one victor. And this year, it will be me!
Hello my dear readers,
you've just read my first fanfic ever and I'd like critical reviews very very much, cause I would like to improve.
As some might have noticed, I based my oneshot on Paramore's 'Born for this'. I listened to the song and came up with the idea to write this story, so it's a bit in there as well. All credits to Paramore for their lovely songs and lyrics!
Thank you for reading and please review! :)