Katniss

Me, Peeta, and Haymitch aren't the only district twelve victors. Newt. His name was Newt Whitman. He was an year older then me, he was fifteen when he went into the games. His mother, died giving birth to him, and his father, died in the mine explosion, leaving him an orphan.

He s an capitol favorite, mostly for his looks, or his skills, I will admit, he was quite cute. He had an strange accent, not like the capitol, it was different. People say he got it from is parents.

One day, me and Gale were in the woods and we heard crying, we followed the sound, and it lead to him, Newt. Ever since then he's been like an older brother to us, we taught him how to hunt. He was an expert on the bow and arrow, but he mostly uses an machete. That was when he was twelve, and he would have been eighteen by now.

Then when he was fifteen, he was chosen for the games. He stomped onto the stadium, mine and his eyes met, his tear stained brown eyes, like how he was when we found him in the woods.

He won of course, but he lost someone he loved in the process, Kira. They had actual true love. When I saw them kiss on TV, I knew, it wasn't for show. He loved her, she loved him. She got an spear in the chest from the guy from District Four, she laid dying in his arms, him shaking her, for her to come back to him, se never did though. I saw sadness, depression, and pure hatred, hatred for the capitol.

He was crowned victor of the 72nd Hunger Games, he returned to district twelve, depressed as ever. He lived in the victors village, alone, he had maids, but that didn't help. He had offered to share his riches with me and Gale, but we refused. One day, I had found him in the woods, cutting his wrist. I had screamed at him, I had thrown the knife at a tree in anger. He explained why he did it, it was the Games. It was the capitol. He couldn't live with the fact that out twenty four kids that went into the Games, he was the one who made it out, he couldn't live with the guilt.

I had understand, the Games were sick. It was an cruel game.

Then only two months after the victory, he went missing. He wasn't an un away, that was for sure. There was an break in, the maids, were murdered in cold blood. People reported hearing gunshots and screams come from his house that night, others reported seeing some type of hovercraft fly over. Newt was gone, and the only clue we have to where he went to was an note he left behind.

"Dear who ever finds this,

If you are reading this then that means I'm probably long gone by now.

These people say there going to take me somewhere safe, I don't trust them one bit. The aimed a gun at my head and they expect me to trust them?

I'm lucky there giving me time to write this, they'll be back soon.

If I die,

remember,

it was WICKED who killed me.

-Newt Whitman"

The note went viral, it was shown on TV all over Panem, there were search parties all over. They still couldn't find him. I even did some searching myself, mostly in the woods. I couldn't find him, no one could. Who ever these WICKED people were, they were sure good at hiding themselves.

When he was taken, I felt an emptiness in my chest, I could tell Gale did to. It was like loosing an family member, which it was. Till this day, I don't know if he is alive or dead.

That was until I was making my way back to district thirteen.