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Chapter 1: Thresh

I am running through the woods. My head is on a constant swivel alert to the sounds of District 2, 5, or 12. 2 and 5 I could care les about, but I don't want to kill 12. I will if I have to, but I really don't want to kill 12. That Katniss Everdeen. She's strange. She sang to Rue as she died. That was nice. That's why I didn't kill her at the feast like Clove.

Peeta Mellark is strange too. For some reason I don't want to kill him either. Maybe it's because he's not sneaky, or he doesn't want to kill like Cato.

Cato. The name resounds in my mind constantly. He is a vicious killer. Of course he is. He's in the games. But it's more than that. District 5. Foxface is the nickname people had given her. I could care less about her at this point. It's a miracle she's survived as long as she has. She isn't strong. I could probably give her a better death than Cato. He would choke while I would end it fast. Most likely she's hiding in the woods now, getting ready to kill me with a knife. If she frisked me, she would be happy. Food. A sickle. A sword.

That's what the game makers gave me. A giant sword. Not as big as Cato's but a sword. I suddenly notice a strange rustling in the leaves next to me. I walk slowly forward with my sickle. I find Cato blundering through the woods. The stupid oaf. I grab him and spin him around. He tries to stab me, but I knock the sword away. I throw him to the ground. I lunge downwards with my sickle. It hits Cato's chest, but he doesn't die.

He jumps up and I lose my sickle. He is wearing armor. That must have been what was in the bag I had dropped after the feast earlier. He kicks me in the stomach. I fall. He smiles and continues to kick me. He's like a cat torturing a captured mouse. A mouse that fell in the cat's trap. I curse myself for being so stupid. The agony continues until we both hear a loud noise. He turns, and the smile leaves his face. I mean its face. He's not a human. Not anymore. He grabs the sword. He looks at it and stabs me. This is an altogether fresh, new kind of pain and agony. My last conscious thought is, "Win 12. Win."

A/N: This is following the books, and in the books Thresh dies before the mutts are released.