This Chapter reveals Andrea and her shadiness. Also, I made a mistake last chapter. 10 were killed by the Career, 2 by Mitch, 1 by Brock and 1 by Tree.

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Ken Willows, District 2 (17)

The scraping noise is easily heard in the dead of night. Finally, some fresh blood for me to beat to death like a meat carcass.

I'm built to fight, and it's time to test that out.

It had been a good start at the Cornucopia. Are group killed 10 of them, while four others were killed off somewhere else. And not to mention the sponsor gift we got, depicting what each color key meant. Green for food, Red for Pharmacy, Yellow for Supplies and Blue for random shops.

I'll win this, even if I have to lose a body part in the process.

Don't turn into an idiot, Ken.

I was smarter then I looked. I may be a big brute, but that's only because I trained. I could think like a hunter, and kill like one too. Except there were no weapons, only keys for food and supplies.

That's why so many people died, going for the keys.

And I killed a lot of them.

Don't feel guilt, it will make you lose.

We are walking to the scraping noise confidently as my mind battles over what to feel. Killing was in my blood, it gave me a rush, but at the same time pity for the people I killed.

It was the girl from 11, sharpening something on a rock. I wonder what.

"Hey there sweetie." I call out in a seductive voice. "Ready to die."

She stands up, turns, and without saying a word. Flings the projectile right at me.

Andrea Carson, 11 (16)

The scraping will draw them. I'm not far from their camp, and I'm ready to fight. This arena was made for me, and I would use it to my advantage.

My tan skin made my body almost invisible in the darkness of the field behind the warehouse. The white dress clothes made me visible though, so I was waiting for them.

Screech, screech, screech.

The key went across the rock, and I heard footsteps behind me.

"Hey there sweetie, ready to die." He said it in a mocking voice, making fun of me.

I don't like that.

I turn around as I stand up, and throw the sharp object at them.

The key, that is.
Thirty in all. I grabbed that many at the Cornucopia. no cuts from the glass, no injuries from the Careers. Sharpening them all day, they were all deadly weapons.

And so was I.

It went into his arm, and I bolted for the warehouse. They chased after me, but they didn't know something that I did.

I'm acrobatic.

I hop over the gate and onto the balcony on the other side, passing over the fence.

I hear them screaming "Go around." and "Surround her!"

There's no stopping me. The boy from 1 hops over the fence, and gives chase. My deadly aim gets him in the foot and the shin, and he trips.
I hop to the steel landing that outstretches from the roof, and run towards the other side. I hear someone behind me, and risk a look. The girl from 4, Kimmy.

She's faster than me, which is surprising. I turn on my heels, and extend both my hands with sharpened keys in the palms. Its too late for her, because she runs into the keys, going into her chest. I pull with all my might and let go of her once she falls off the edge of the building.

The Cannon is louder than her scream. The boy tribute from four is in front of me now, because he burst through the window on the warehouse.

He lets me come to him, but is surprised what I do. I dive under his out stretched legs, but not before I stab a key in his groin.

He keels over, and I talk for the first time since this game started. "Have fun pulling that Bitch out."

Then, I run as fast as I can, hearing huge footsteps behind me. I'm about 1 foot from the edge when I jump.

I land on top of a grocery awning, about 40 feet down. Theirs no way they built enough momentum to achieve the same velocity I did, and I hear them swearing and yelling on top of the warehouse.

I brush my pants off, ruffle the tie that came with the clothes, and yell "Good day Gentlemen, and may the odds be ever in your favor." I walk off towards the street full of shops.

I can't help hearing the sounds of the boy from four weeping, and a horrible thought crosses my mind.

Their Cousins.

There you have it. The conscience of each person in the hunger games is different, but pity and guilt are always there.

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