I was confident coming into the games. I hadn't volunteered but I had trained since I was about 6 for the games. I never expected to actually be picked and even if I did - surely there'd be volunteers. I trained with other boys from my district, all been pushed by their fathers to train whenever possible to be prepared. I'm very good at deadly weapons, I even learnt about edible food and the sort of stuff careers never bother to learn, I'm very smart infact and quite brawny also. Yes I had a very good chance of winning these games i'm sure of it.
I did have one problem however - I'm awful at making friends. Being smarter than most of the people in my age group and I have to admit I do get a touch arrogant at times. When I can throw knives and tridents with such length and accuracy I can't help but gloat in front of the people i'm training with. And that's my main problem coming into these games - I didn't manage to get into the career pack. Usually all of us careers team up, but I don't think they trusted me. I'm sure they knew I was the type of person to stab them in the back whle they're sleeping, so they distanced themselves from me and I distanced myself from everyone else. That's fine - i'm better off working on my own anyway, anybody else is just a hindrance.
I don't think i've caught anybodys attention. Other than being from a career district I was careful to hide my talent, did my best not to stand out, I think it's worked, nobody's really acknowledged me. I'm happy about that.
The tube pushes me through the ground, the light blinds my eyes and then i'm standing on a clearing with a forest in front of me. I know what I'm going to do though, I'm quite fast so I'm going to get right in the thick of things in the cornucopia, get as many weapons as possible and head for the nearest exit.
The gong sounds and i'm off sprinting into the cornucopia, I gather up a handful of deadly tridents and a couple of knives. I scoop up a back pack and spin round. However I end up face to face with another tribute. I vaugely recognise her as the girl from district 1, she has a bow and a sheath of arrows, she aims but her shot is weak and the arrows falls weakley at my feet. I fling a trident at her face she dodges easily.
I get a good hold of a knife when a spear goes through my neck from behind. The same spear then thrusts through my body two more times as I collapse and I hear a harsh laugh. The boy flips me over and pulls the spear from my broken body as blood pours from the holes punctured by the spear. I recognise him as the boy from district 1 and he stands on me, as the girl from district one ends my life with an arrow in my skull.
Boy from District 4