This Hating Game

by Montague Disciple

Twenty-four tributes, as diverse as the twelve Districts from which they are taken, unwittingly united by one thing: the hatred in their lives. As they are killed off, one by one, we see the emotion surface that most never realised until now. Drabble

1. Mal Burnam, District Nine

A/N: I know it's hardly an original idea, but please give it a go if you're reading this! And yes, the chapters are very short. It took me a while to get them all down to exactly 100 words...(don't ask).

DAY ONE: THE BLOODBATH AT THE CORNUCOPIA

'It's mine!. How dare she take my pack?'

My mind says, 'She has as much right to it as you.' I ignore it. Survivors – winners – don't have doubts. Though I...don't want to win, if it means killing...I hate this. The Capitol.

And, nearly, her.

She's strong, but when she drops something I see my chance and tug.

Jerked. Tasting blood. The blade's coldness, followed by humiliation as I fall.

First to go...