DISCLAIMER: I obviously don't own the hunger games Suzanne Collins does.
Listening to: "I Need A Doctor" by Dr. Dre ft Eminem& Skylar Grey.
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Marvel-
I wasn't planning on catching the dark, little bird from Eleven. She reminded me too much of my sister. That doesn't matter, though. A District One never lets their prey go. No matter how much it hurt to see her call out for help. Why did I stab her? Because they said it would make the pain go away. The memory of having to watch my little sister die, because she was weak and pathetic, would be washed away with the little bird's blood, along with the others.
But They were wrong. The expression on the little bird's face was exactly like the one my little sister gave me right before she died. That expression was etched into the back of my eyelids since that very day.
I welcomed the unbearable pain from the memories I've been trying to repress. I welcomed the arrow through my throat and the utter darkness.
Glimmer-
I knew that she was doing something suspicious up in the trees. That was why I kept the bow and arrows so close. I didn't know how to use them at all but I knew exactly who wanted them. It was that Little Miss Star-Crossed Lover lurking in the trees. I smirked. And she thought it wasn't obvious at all. It was obvious from the moment she completely avoided the Archery station in Training.
Cato, Lover Boy, and the others all thought I knew nothing. Everyone thought I was completely stupid. I wished, for once, someone would look past the beauty and see me for who I really was. I knew more than they thought. I knew about Lover Boy and I knew about their "love."
I never even saw it coming, though. When the nest fell on me, I screamed, alerting the others. There was only a millisecond of terror before the tracker jackers came out. I could feel the stings grow within seconds. It throbbed and everything began to spin and converge, like a kaleidoscope. Things were crawling up my legs and arms. Eventually, I found myself in a puddle; at least I think it was a puddle.
I stared at my reflection, bewildered. I was completely unrecognizable except for the emerald eyes. I was red, ugly, and in pain. If I could, I would have smiled. Nobody would see me for my beauty, now. My vision began to fold in and become tunnel-shaped. I couldn't see anymore and the darkness was terrifying. I held the bow and arrow tight, making sure it would be easily visible.
Like I said before, I knew more than most people thought. Hopefully, Katniss would be able to find the bow. Because when did, she'd better figure out a way to get rid of these Games.
Seventy-four years of dealing with this was long enough.
A/N I've always had the feeling that the other tributes had more to them than SC/ Katniss let on. I plan on doing every tribute even Peeta and Katniss though they would be alive but whateva. I'll do it each chapter equals each district. :)
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