Prologue
Another cannon blasted. They'd been going on for a while now. It made me sick to my stomach -more deaths, it meant- but I couldn't be worried about murder right now. Right now, I should be worried about Jason. About his long silence, not answering any of my calls. About the one warning he'd called out to her before his voice had been cut short. About the splatter of blood left in his place.
I should be worried about the amount of his traces- or lack thereof. I should be worried about the other tributes, hunting me right now. But I wasn't. I wasn't worried about anything. I was counting my death toll, and the people who had fallen under my sword. I was now officially a murderer, and I didn't care.
I didn't care about anything. My feelings were blank, nothing at all.
All of that fell away, though, as I walked into a shaded, leafy, clearing. There was a certain person lying on the floor.
Jason.
Sorry that it's short. But its a prologue. Review! Please?
