I had to kill her. She deserved it. Who would kill a twelve year old? The girl from 12, well she was Rue's ally so I let her live so we could be equal. As I ran back into the long grass I thought I heard thunder, that would be the GameMakers, can't leave us alone for five minutes can they.
I found the cave I had been hiding in and thought. So if that Clove from 2 is dead that means that there is me, the pair from 12, the boy from 2 and the redhead from 5. I have enough supplies so I can just stay here until a few of the other tributes kill each other. Ha. That's a good one. The boy from 2 will probably want revenge and I need to be ready, I can't let him win.
I heard the sound of a blade against grass and knew that someone was coming to get me. I grabbed the sword that I had found and prepared myself for battle.
"What was that for?" I heard the boy from 2 ask.
"She killed a little girl. She got what she deserved."
I heard a rustling in the grass and turned around. He ran at me like a bullet and knocked me over. I wasn't expecting that; he obviously wanted revenge.
He had an obvious advantage to me; he was much more agile and was escaping too well. No matter where I swung my sword he dodged and escaped the blow. I almost gave in but a voice came in the back of my head.
Don't let him win.
I heard the voice speak to me and I knew that he couldn't win. I took a blow at him and then asked, "Seeing as you are going to kill me will you give me the honor of your name?"
He paused for a moment and then spoke, "My name is Cato and you are right, I will kill you."
I used his moment of talking to slash at his arm.
Don't let him win.
The voice comes back, reassuringly and I understand, this man, this boy, has been brought up thinking killing is normal, I wonder if he thinks that his death is normal.
Don't let him win.
As I am focussed on the voice he grabs his blade and slams it onto my shoulder.
"OW!" I scream.
Don't let him win.
The voice stays in the back of my head as I aim a small knife at Cato.
Don't let him win.
He dodges it and throws it back at me, luckily I dodge but then he slams a blade into my stomach. I know that I won't get out of here alive.
Don't let him win.
Oh, shut up voice. He's the strongest man left, of course he'll win. I feel the pain throb through my body and realise that this is how Rue would have felt in her dying moments.
Don't let him win.
It becomes part of me, the voice that is, and just becomes a rhythm. I feel all pain seep out of my body. Maybe this is the end?
Don't let him win.
I finally give up and relax my body. I imagine leaving where I am, it calms me down. I hear a howl and notice huge mutts –what we call muttations- heading towards me. I notice that they have the eyes of tributes. I notice one mutt, smaller than all of the others run towards me. Its deep brown eyes make me realise, it must be Rue. She leans down and I know that she will kill me. She tears my throat out and I know that it is the end. The last things I hear are my cannon and then quietly a voice in my head:
Don't let him win.