I had a weird dream last night about the Hunger Games. I'm not that much into the series, I barely enjoyed the movie, but I guess my self-consciousness wanted to make my dream-self cry like no tomorrow. I can't remember most of it, because the last scene was really emotional to me. Oh gods, I cried as much as I did when Gamzee died…twice…*sob*

It was the last hours of the 301st Hunger Games. The only three left were me, Mason, and Katrina. We were all twelve years old. I was teamed up with Mason, and we had both sworn not to kill each other until we were both left. We would have to annihilate Katrina, and then…I didn't want to think what would happen.

I looked over at Mason. He was sharpening his machete, preparing for war. Katrina was someone who was almost immortal; she didn't even have a scratch on her yet. Everyone had been whispering about her "physic powers" in the Training Center, and I had assumed it wasn't true. She was a District 11 girl who was out for blood. I bet if she had powers, she wouldn't use them, because she just wanted to see your guts splatter on the dirt.

I heard a rustling in the forest, and I gripped my spear. Mason also noticed, and he held tight to his machete, a look of fear on his face.

A huge burst of blue and red sparks came exploding from the undergrowth, startling me and Mason so much that we almost dropped our weapons. Katrina stepped from the sparks, snapping her fingers and making them stop, frozen in the air. Katrina had a huge smile on her face, her overlarge canines making her seem…demonic. Her eyes…oh holy gods, her eyes…the left side was pure ruby red, while the other side was pure electric blue.

Mason screamed and launched into battle, vying to land a hit on Katrina. Katrina just threw him down, and he scrambled to regain his footing. I threw my spear, and it went straight through Katrina. She narrowed her eyes wickedly, and simply used her powers to draw the spear out of her. "I have minutes to live," she said, "While your boyfriend only has seconds."

My gaze shot over to Mason. He was curled up in a ball, and he looked like he was engaging in a silent scream fest. "MASON!" I screamed, running over to him. "K-kaity…" he whispered. "No, save your breath man, you're gonna be fine, you're gonna be just fine…" I nervously said. He shook his head. "…Kaity…I'm already freakin' dead. There's nothin' you can do to save me." I laid over him, sobbing.

"Kaity…"

"Yeah, bro?" I choked through the tears.

"Do me one last favor, and freakin' kill that cat."

"Got it, bro."

"Also…" He was extremely hard to understand now.

"What, bro?"

"…Love you."

"Love you too, bro…" I gathered him up into my arms as the cannon went off, his cannon. I had no choice now. I had to finish off Katrina.

She was lying on her side, blood gushing out of her. I was surprised that she had lived this long, considering the huge hole in her gut. I glanced back down to Mason. For the first time since the Games started, he had a peaceful look on his face. I put the machete in his grasp, and I picked up my spear. The tears were still running down my face, and that made my untamable fury all the worse.

I simply screamed and plunged the spear through her head. Her cannon sounded, and I sighed. It was finally over.

I had won the Games.

But I had lost my spirit.

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