Marvel's Story

Regret. It flows in my body as soon as the spear pierces her. More regret. It hits my brain hard as soon as Katniss's arrow sinks into my body. Blood. Fear. Regret again.

The time slows. One second to ten seconds. To one minute. To one hour.

Rue. That was her name. A little cute flower. She probably hates me. In fact, every sane people will. Because I killed her. An innocent, young girl. And me, the heartless, cold blooded killer. Millions will cry for her. But not for me. Millions will hate me for killing her. But not Katniss for killing me. Because Rue's just Rue, Katniss is just Katniss, and Marvel's just Marvel. And that's how everything works out.

I remember Cato telling me to kill someone or get out of the alliance. Meaning, death either way. He told me that only weaklings don't kill anyone. He told me to prove myself. But you know, I am in my weakest moment right now. Weak, vulnerable, ashamed. But not because Katniss shot me. It's because I shot Rue. I was being a coward, doing whatever Cato told me to do. Am I really going to die like this? Without second chance? Without being able to hold the girl close to me, comforting her that everything will be alright. Without apologizing to her.

I'm scared. As always. I was always scared, even though I tried to hide it. I was afraid of death. Death of others and death of myself. I hid it, laughing confidently with Ceasar, just like everyone else did. I got along with them. This is just a TV show anyway. But now, I can't conceal it anymore. I'm scared, and I'm admitting it. I want to say it out loud. I want everyone to know this. That Marvel, the career is scared of dying. And that he's scared that the girl he shot himself will follow him.

No one will comfort me as I die. I already have accepted the painful truth. People would be swearing at me instead. Not that I don't deserve it. But still, I want to be given a second chance. Where I can live a better life. But I guess this is it. It's over.

Rue collapses on the ground now.

'Take her away. As soon as possible. And tell her that I'm sorry.'

And that was Marvel's death... I always thought Marvel wasn't like one of those careers. It felt like he had some soft edges... Oh, well. He still killed Rue. That's why all of my friends hate me for writing this...

Anyway, next up is Clove! Yay!