Jonas Dandelion, 17

District 9 male of the 41th Hunger Games


The iron platform rose, the already old mechanics scratched. Jonas was lifted into the arena. With a quick look around he scanned through the arena. He was in the middle of a group of high topped mountains. The air was freezing, it made his skin even more pale.

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Then his eyes fell onto the girl from four. The cold mountain wind blew through her blond hair. He hadn't seen anyone like her yet. If Jason wouldn't win she had to.

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Jonas realized he was dreaming away, and should have been focussing onto the Games. He looked into the cornucopia and spotted a big camping backpack. Next to the pack there was a belt of knives. Jonas had trained knives in training and knew he needed them.

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Next to Jonas was the brown haired career boy, with his big brown frowning eyebrows. Jason was fast, but the career was going to put his speed to the test. Jonas had to be ready, he rolled his shoulders and stretched his legs

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Jonas sprinted off his platform, as quick as he could. He heard the boy, who was twice Jonas's weight, breathing behind him. The cornucopia was close. The pressure on his knees and feet was big every step. Jonas thought he had lost and turned around to check. The imposingly big boy tackled him. Jonas was thrown backwards by all the weight. His head slammed into a rock on the ground. He felt warm blood streaming on the back of his head. The career grabbed the rock and brought it down onto Jonas's face. Apparently Jonas wasn't that quick..


Way three: Tackled and killed

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