He held his breath at the sight of the countdown.

5…4…

He fixed his gaze t the weapons ahead. His deadly sword was right there.

3…2…

He then saw his new friend shake his head, urging him to change his mind.

1…canon fire!

His body reacted before his mind could. He found himself grading the sword, a bag, and a fresh set of sharpened throwing knives. Others caught up grading weapons too.

Terrible loud screams of agony and pain filled his ears. His neck, cheek, and clothed arm was hit with crimson red water, no, blood. He turned to see a girl fall. "District 4", he thought. He then realized an older boy was pulling a spear from her chest. He felt his body go cold has he quickly rose his sword in the sir to hopefully kill the other.

"Dirk!"

He jerked to the sound of his name, losing the thought of the boy. He scowl mildly confused, and then he screamed a silent scream as fire hot pain shot up and down his body.

The 182th Hunger Games have begun.

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