That's better.
The night was so cold, and the flame keeps me warm. The heat... it's such a relief. Maybe, if I can stay warm enough, I might actually manage to survive! I mean, I made it out of the bloodbath. That's something, right? Maybe I could win if I just stay out of the way of trouble for as long as possible. Maybe I could go home!
I squeal with joy. I might get to see my family again! I mean, there are about half of my competitors still alive, and if they kill each other off...
It's not impossible.
I sit on the ground, happy to have the warmth. Somewhere, a tribute probably hasn't been bright enough to make one. Maybe their cannon shall sound tonight, for the sake of a fire.
The breeze seems gentle now it isn't kiling me. It almost seems nice. Almost.
I sigh. What did I do to deserve to be here, in the Hunger Games? Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
I attempt to relax. The more stressed I am, the lesser the chance of me getting to return to 8.
Suddenly, there's a shadow of a man. It overlaps mine - there's somebody behind me. I slowly turn, and it's the monster from 2. I gulp. Well, life. I suppose this is goodbye. It was nice while it lasted.
He pulls out his sword, and I begin to cry.
"Please don't kill me. Please don't kill me. Please don't kill me, PLEASE!" I sob, although I know my pleas are futile.
Then, the inevitable. He strikes me with his sword. Somewhere in the background, two girls giggle. Two boys mutter something. Wait - two boys? I thought one of the careers died!
A scowling girl comes to the boy who slashed my body. The light of the fire tells me that she's from 2 also. His district partner. She whispers something to him, and he smiles and nods before scowling again and turning to the rest of his alliance. One of the boys quietly asks, "Is she dead?"
The scowling girl from 2 nods. "Of course. Cato's not dumb, are you?" She glares, and I sigh inside. Cato. My assassin's name. That's something, I guess.
"No, Clove."
One of the other girls is overenthusiastic. "Twelve down and eleven to go!"
There are cheers, but not from 2. It almost seems like they're not fully in that alliance.
"Better clear out so they can get the body before it starts stinking." Cato thinks I'm already dead. Maybe I might survive! If they just clear out and a sponsor sends me medicine...
They leave, and I desperately await a parachute. They're talking, but I can't hear what they're saying.
No parachute comes, and I know I'm going to die. Damn you, Cato. Damn you.
I hear footsteps but there's no use trying to hide. I'm dying already.
The boy has a knife and he looks intent on finishing me off. And he does. The knife enters my gut. Ouch.
Only as the light leaves my eyes do I notice his district. District 12. That's weird.