A/N: Ok, I just realised that I haven't put in any disclaimers, so this goes for the entire thing.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger Games, Catching Fire, or anything associated with either of them.
Determination
I can feel the metal plate beneath my feet. I can hear the tension in the air. I can only see one thing: the golden image of the Cornucopia straight in front of me. I was determined I was going to win.
The gong sounds, and I sprint forward. I'm fast, I reach the horn first. I see a tan pack straight above my head. I grab it and rip it open, hoping for a knife. I get more than I hoped for. At least ten knives, all different. I smirk and grab a short, silver one. I send it flying towards the girl from district 3. It contacts her in the stomach, and she barely has time to pull it out before she keels over. I smirk again, and the feeling of determination in my stomach hardens; I can do this. I just proved it.
I see the girl from 12 running towards the woods. I hate her: I think everyone except Loverboy does. She has an orange pack on her back: too bad it won't stop my knife. She sees me a split second before the knife flies out of my hand and straight towards her, but fortunately for her, it gives her just enough time to hike her pack up onto her shoulders and duck, meaning that the knife sticks into her pack instead of into her skull. I would love to go after her, but I have to get back to the Cornucopia. On the way I take out another tribute, the boy from district 8. I pull my knives out of him and the girl I killed earlier, and as I replace them in the pack the feeling of determination hardens again. I will win.