Kane Black, that's my name. As the metal cylinder raises me to my almost certain demise, my thoughts race through my head, what if I get killed before the games even start? Like that girl who dropped her token on the plate and was blown up before the gong even sounded? A ray of sunlight almost blinded me as the plate came level with the ground. I glanced around me at the other tributes, who looked ready to sprint at the supplies. The District 1 male tribute was a giant, with big meaty hands and easily reaching 7 feet tall. Even the female tribute looked like she could take down a grizzly bear, she had long stringy black hair and a face full of so much hatred. I couldn't help but feel a small twinge of sympathy for her. Both of the tributes from District 12 were frightfully skinny, even the girl, Katniss I think her name was, looked like she was resigned to her death. The boy had more muscle than Katniss and I put together so he might stand a chance. The rest of them were pretty average, some bulky and some small and light.
A glint of sunlight off of a hatchet caught my eye and I grinned, that was mine. My particular talent was throwing hatchets, well I was from District 7 after all. Time seemed to freeze in the last seconds before the gong sounded, a light breeze ruffling my hair as I take in my surroundings. A large mountain range lay to my right, the tangy smell of pine filling the air. Right in front of us lay a large body of water that smelled really salty and fishy. I wrinkled my nose and looked to my left, a bunch of small, leafy trees filled the space . The last second ticked away and the gong sounded.
Within seconds the rest of them would be running at the Cornacopuia and picking of the weakest ones. I bunched my muscels and sprang from the plate with ease, landing several yards closer to the hatchet. I sprinted the rest of the way, picked up the hatchet and ran with all my might to the moutains, and life.
As I ran I thought of my old home, and my old family. I thought of the accident that had left me with a hole in my shoulder and my father dead. But it hadn't really been an accident had it? I pushed the thoughts away and used the energy to pump my legs faster.