Disclaimer: I don't own the Hunger Games and all of these are going to be short.

Okay! Here is the deal: These are all random deaths that I wrote. So far I have two others, and if you have any ideas, you can give them to me and I can dedicate that chapter to you. So enjoy.

Tredik Carro (Age 18) male– District 6

Treading through the snow, with no threat present gives me the opportunity to think back on the events that landed me here. At first the Hunger Games seemed a joke; the Capitol was sure to call back the first set of twenty-four teenagers before they entered the arena. It would just be a scare to keep the Districts in line. Only they were never called back. Twenty-three died. One was victorious. It still didn't seem real though.

Maybe it takes a second time for reality to seep in; maybe that's why I'm here. I was chosen for the second Hunger Games, and only then did the facts present themselves. There was no way out. Twenty-three are going to die. The scariest is that I might be one of them.

The sun was high; but the air still had yet to be thawed. I watch as my breath clutches to the air, making a mist in front of my face. It was so cold. Even the trees showed death, not a leaf on them. There are only seven tributes left, I was this close. I think back to what my little, five-year-old sister Sauna told me.

When it was time to say goodbye to my family, Sauna had crawled into my lap, hung her small arms around my thick neck, and starred into my eyes for what seemed to be forever. "Sauna, you know I might not make it back." I say, trying to be gentle, and trying to break the silence.

"Of course you will make it. Where else would you go?" I hesitate, not wanting to brake the fantasy world she has fixated herself in. "Anyways," she lets go of my neck. "You're already this close." She said as she stretched her arms out as far as she could. I try to smile, for her.

I manage to let the faintest hint of a grin reach my lips as I think back to my naïve sister. I needed to make it back to her. A gust of wind blows by me and I clutch my jacket even tighter around my wide shoulders. My hair blows into my face, but I pay it no mind. I grip tighter on the jagged rock that I've been carrying.

Out of the corner of my eye I see a movement. I turn quickly; rock rose in high alert. My shoulders relax a little once I see that it is only a fox darting by. I calm down and my grin returns as I turn back around. It fades almost as fast. Someone had to scare the fox. I turn just in time to see the glint of a sword before it plunges through my chest.

I fall to the snow, my last image being red on white. My last thought being, damn, I was that close.

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