So, I've decided to do deaths of the fallen tributes from their perspectives. Sounds cool, right? Well anyhow, please REVIEW! I welcome all reviews, even critical ones. After all, I want to improve as a writer!
First up, we have Glimmer's death.
The smell of dead leaves fills my nose. I am lying on the ground when I wake up. I turn over and look above me, there is a tall tree. Twelve Girl sits in it, her head back. against the trunk. She is clearly trying to sleep, and she has tied a rope around her waste to keep from falling out. I hate sleeping on the ground, and we wouldn't be sleeping here if it wasn't for her. She deserves to die, and she is going too. Cato and Clove are on one side of me, Marvel is on the other. I turn back over and scoot over towards Marvel.
I shut my eyes and try to actually get some sleep. Being from District One, I am likely to win, very likely. But since it'll probably come down to Clove, Cato, Marvel, and me, I'm not exactly sure who really is going to win. Clove, with her amazing knife-throwing skills? Cato, who killed more than half the tributes in the bloodbath with his spear? Me? But what do I have besides looks and a Bow & Arrow I can't use very well? And I'm not placing my bets on Marvel. That means the winner is probably going to be Cato or Clove. But what happens when it gets dow to just them? I've seen the way Cato looks at Clove, and it's the only thing that stops me from romantically reaching out to him.
Suddenly, I hear a sound. My eyes fly open as something lands right next to me. It is full of some kind of disgusting bug! There are tons of them, and they sting!
"Ahhhhhh!" I scream. I stand up, trying to brush them off.
I hear Clove scream, "Cato! What are these things?"
Cato, who is pulling Clove away from the bugs says, "They're Tracker Jackers, very deadly!"
I think I see Marvel, Lover Boy, and that District Four girl that we have with us, stumbling towards the water with Cato and Clove. "Wait! Help!" I scream, but they don't hear me, they don't even look back.
The Tracker Jackers cover me completely, stinging, biting, it hurts so much! I want to scream and say it isn't fair, but my mouth hurts too much. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Twelve Girl scrambling down the tree. Ugghhh… I bet she tried to get the Tracker Jackers to come down on us! I hate her! I hate her! I was supposed to go home, and even if I wasn't the victor, I was supposed to last a long time! The stupid girl who got a higher score than me in training, it's al her fault!
Ad that, right there, is the very last though I have before the pain becomes too much and I feel my rapidly decaying body go all numb. The last thought in my head is to protect the Bow & Arrow, because I know that Twelve Girl wants it. I grip my hand around it tightly, and pray that she does not take it. If she does, it'll truly be the end of me.
And then I am dead.