KITRI POV
Sixty seconds. That's all it takes. Sixty seconds of waiting. One small minute all twenty four of us stand on our individual platforms. Sixty seconds before all of us make a life changing decision. For some of us it will be stupid, brought on by the goods and weapons scattered before us, and the last one of our lives. For others it will put us at the top of the competitor chart and will the sponsors will be lining up. As soon as my platform breaks through the ground some thing hits me. The cold. I look around and all I see is pure white snow reflecting the brilliant sun above. I bounce a bit and say random things to myself to keep my mind thinking about the wind that is biting me to the bone and taking all the heat from my body. My eyes scan across the playing field. Snow, and lots of it, and a few trees is all I see. That's just great, I can only run and snow will not help me in any way, it seems like the odds aren't in my favor. Next, I take a look around at the other tributes. They all seem to be noticing the freezing weather. A few of us have pink cheeks already and some others are standing strong like it's another warm day. As I continue around the semi-circle my eyes rest on my friend, my only hope, my brother.
Ketran, my half brother on my father's side, is standing directly across from each other. I take in all his features for this might be the last time I ever see him again. I take in his height, his long grey hair, his ice-blue eyes, and everything else about him. Ketran must have felt my gaze for he looked at me straight in the eyes and gave me a slight smile and nod.
As I nodded back the gong signaling our sixty seconds were up and 24 teenagers went running for the goods before them. I scooped up the backpack a few feet in front of me knowing that there might be some thing good in there.
Now I have a decision laid before me. Should I flee with my pack and leave every thing behind or run straight into the battle risking my chances of staying alive. I don't know what I am thinking as of the moment for I run straight into the bloodbath at the Cornucopia. As if it was a natural instinct I pushed my way through the deep snow and wove my small body between and around people and battles already breaking out to my brother's side.
All around me tributes were falling, tinting the pure snow blood red. Ketran gave me a look. "Kitri GO! Go NOW!" His tone of voice was like one I have ever heard him use.
"But-" I began to protest, but he silenced me.
"GO!" Ketran yelled as the female tribute from District 2 engaged in full combat with him.
I didn't want to go, but I didn't resist. I grabbed hold of the orange straps on my pack and quickly work my way out of the bloody mess. The only way to get away from the fighting was to make my way up a steep, snow covered hill. Taking a deep breath, I inhale the frozen, sharp air and summon all my energy. I take off running as fast as I can trying not to sink to deep into the snow.
By the time I reached the crest of the white hill my breath was uneven and I could see it in little white puffs. From this spot I got a clear view of everything around me, the horizon sitting in front of me welcoming me to my death, and the blood bath behind me. I turned around and watched the white snow being turned a deep red as more and more tributes fell to the ground. My eyes frantically searched from battle to battle for the familiar face of my fellow male tribute, my brother, Ketran. "I hope you're alright brother. Be safe and may the odds be in your favor." I stated before turning my back on the battles, made my way down the hill, and waited for the night that would freeze me to the bones…..