A Ruthless Killer

by AxHopelesslyxHopefulxSoul

The arena is no place for love, especially when the one you fall for is only looking for the fastest way to snap your neck. I knew that love in the Hunger Games wasn't safe, evidently I was too blinded to remember.

1. Before it All Happened

If anyone ever told you that a ruthless boy from District 2 could have found someone he actually cared about, you would immediately think that he would have fallen for the girl from his own District, a girl who was deserving. What if I told you that you were wrong? That it hadn't been her, that it'd been a lonely, worthless underdog from a seemingly unimportant District?

In the end it doesn't matter though, does it? All of the tributes die at some point, many times it's due to what they witnessed in the games or even what happened to them afterwords, the way the Capitol managed to change them as a person.

I was a tribute in the 74th annual Hunger Games and I knew the moment my name was drawn that I wasn't going to make it out alive. I didn't have any special skills, I was terrible at making friends, and flirting was never a strong point, actually, flirting wasn't even in my vocabulary up until the Games when I was forced to become that person, the one who was more than willing to go for any guy who looked her way, I hated that girl with a passion. I guess I could blame her for what happened in the Games, but that occurs later in the story.

In the beginning, I was just a normal, completely average, girl from District 6 that would help her mother when she was asked to, the girl who got passing, but not perfect, grades. I was the girl that would sit in the middle of class and at times make a comment. I didn't care about my appearance and neither did anyone else, I'd never been kissed, never been asked out on a date, never been held underneath the stars on a cloudless night, but those things didn't matter, I still had time to do those things.

If you haven't guessed, I was a bit of a romantic when life was normal, I wanted the perfect life, a family with a husband that loved me, children that would smile up at me and come to me when they had a nightmare. I never thought that those things were too much to ask although as time progressed, I started to believe that those requests were selfish and that I didn't deserve the things I wanted.

I didn't get any of that, a few kisses here and there but it wasn't love, it was strictly lust and the need for power and domination. I made a mistake and it cost me dearly.