I didn't want to do it. But that was my only purpose for them creating me. I was to kill anyone and everyone I could and whoever did would still be able to live and most likely be in the following games.
But would I want to live if that meant I had to kill so many tributes? Especially the one who had been nice to me before the games. He didn't kick me like all the other tributes had. Before the game makers had filled me up with chemicals and things that I don't even know I was a cute little puppy. Here is my story.
My name is Toothless. That wasn't my original name obviously. It didn't become that until right before the games when the male tribute from district two kicked me right in the mouth. I vowed then that I would get my revenge on him. Then the boy from district twelve came and told one of the Capitol people who took me to the vet. All my teeth were knocked out. Then I was turned into the Gamemakers because I didn't have an owner.
I was put into a lot of tests then pumped up with steroids and such. I was huge to say the least. I had muscles that even my father didn't have. It was great. Then I started overhearing their plans of how I was to be put into the games and if I killed someone I would be allowed to live. I was able to see the boy who kicked me was still alive and two girls and then the boy who saved me and then one other boy who I didn't know.
After the one girl and the one boy were dead. We went in to the games. I saw that my friend was with the girl and I desperately searched for the other boy. I could've killed the boy easily he stumbled and I was in the front but I gave him mercy even if I meant my demise. And I went after the boy. He was on top of the cornucopia but I didn't care he was going to die.
So I waited. I waited and waited for him to fall down, to be pushed down. Anything would do. Then it happened the girl shot at his hand and he fell. I ran after him and tried my best to make his death slow and painful but of course the others wanted him dead already. But I started tearing off his fingers one by one then his hand. Then when I was about to go to the next level the girl shot him dead and we were dismissed.
I was going to die. I knew it. I hadn't killed anyone and I skipped the opportunity to kill someone. So when we got back the Capitol. I was put into a cell for a few days. Then I had needles put into me and my heartbeat started slowing down, my eyes started drooping, and I started relaxing. The last thought I thought was I hope the boy who saved me made it all the way to the end.