Disclaimer: I do not own The Hunger Games, Suzanne Collins does.

A/N: This is a little idea I had, what if the creatures that chased Cato out of the woods had the dead tributes minds as well as eyes because who knows they might have, we don't know for certain do we? So here is Rue.

Rue's POV

This is impossible, I'm dead or at least I should be dead, I want to be dead! We were all dead, we lost fair and square - but this is the Capitol they just couldn't leave us alone could they? As if putting us into the Hunger Games in the first place didn't make us monster enough.

Maybe that's the thing, the Game Makers don't trust us to be monster enough. The thing, the reason – the reason for fiddling with my emotions. They are filling my head with hate, hate that burns red, wielding itself onto me – into me. It clouds my mind and blurs my eyes. It is trying to taking over.

They open the cage doors and we are out. Our paws are on the ground where Cato had been sleeping only minutes ago. They want us to go after him. That's ok, I don't mind killing him, he wants to kill Katniss. Now the hateistaking over – and I let it.

There is only one good thing about this, the strength, the power. I didn't have it before. I was weak. If I wasn't weak I might have survived, I might, I might. The hate, it's making me hate everything, everyone, even myself? I used to be happy with who I was, I wouldn't have changed a thing. Looking back I wouldn't have even changed my death, it made me someone that will be remembered because I was Katniss' ally. I still believe Katniss will beat Cato, If I don't kill her first.

Cato is fleeing, Cato is scared I like the smell of fear, it smells good we burst out of the woods and I see her. Katniss, my friend, my savoir but she didn't save me, did she? She was selfish; she was too preoccupied with the careers frustration to care for me. No, no, no she did care for me: she gave me food and a place to sleep. I think she loved me or she just thought I was like her sister, she only loves her sister. Stupid Primrose who was oh too innocent to compete in the Hunger Games. Poor Primrose would probably have died I could have killed her.

They are fleeing for the cornucopia, climbing it COWARDS! Can I climb? I could in my old body but can I in this new, improved, strange, magnificent, heavy, strong, ugly, flawless body?

I think of my family back home, how do they feel seeing me like this? Manufactured by the capitol…designed to kill. I don't want to kill I want to rip them to shreds first.

No! Hate go away! You are not me, I am Rue not Hate. I won't kill stop being stupid Rue. I am not stupid, I am clever. I am cleverer than the capitol because I know the difference between right and wrong. The weak little girl inside me is stronger than you think, weak little girl? Weak in body not mind.

"Rue Ainika?" Ahhh the voice in my head, it hurts, it hurts. "Stop playing your little mind games, we are boosting the hatred and evil up to one hundred percent."

Now I am dead and I am alive!

A/N: So what did you think? If you found that confusing the italics were like the hate filled Rue. I might do some for the other tributes, what do you think? Tell me if you think I should do more, requests are welcome. Anyway thanks for reading and please review.