District 4 Male

The countdown begins. I close my eyes.

I pray that I can escape, and go home. Home. I play the word over and over in my head. It gives comfort. Or at least as much comfort as can be given now.

5, 4, 3, 2, 1.

My eyes flash open and I speed towards the Cornucopia and duck underneath where I see some knives and a gallon of water. The gold metal creates an arc above me.

The Careers didn't want me. Muscular Peeta didn't need me. Even the boy from 3, the boy almost as small as me, didn't feel as if I would be an important person in their alliance.

I grab the knives and the plastic jug and crouch behind a large suitcase, deciding to wait out the fight and dart away when the Careers raid this place.

But then someone lifts up the suitcase and I'm staring into the heartless eyes of Cato.

Cato glances around and he stares at a sword. I gulp and stand up, gripping my supplies. I try to run, but he sweeps his arm out and catches me.

The wind is knocked out of me and Cato sticks the sword through my stomach.

I'm trying desperately to picture the red blood lapping up at my sides as the blue waves, back home. Blue...

Everything fades away