Thresh expired. He was slain by Cato, via sword. He was sleeping. I didn't want him to die. Cato did get injured. Thresh hit him in the face, and in the crotch, the only place the body armor didn't cover, ironically. When he died, it marked the final 5. I was interrupted when I stopped the rain for the final 5 interview. I knew Vixen would win, because she's smart enough, no matter what.

What if she dies?

I will go insane.

I shake the horrid thought from my head. I walk down the winding hallways to the place of my interview. A capitol lady was my interviewer. She had a sickly sweet smile plastered across her face. Her skin was the color of a blueberry, an afro the color of chocolate framed he head. A green crop-top does a poor job of covering up her chest, and so does her skirt, but is way too short. Stupid capitolites and there horrid sense of fashion.

"Smile for the camera!" She says in the nasally high voice that is common among capitolites. I managed to smile an awkward smile, my teeth exposed. Her face wrinkles.

"Not like that sweetheart. Smile like you kid just won the games."

I smile. She beams, satisfied with my grin.

"Perfect. We are on in 3,2,1 go!"

"Hello it is Daria here with the father of the district 9 female, Seneca Crane, who is also the head gamemaker. Does being the head Gamemaker is harder than you think a regular parent who's child is in the games?"

I pause and think. "Um, yeah, I think. It's hard because no matter what, I have to put down challenges on her, and she knows some of the plans I have in store for the games."

"Do you think she'll win?"

This one I don't have to think about it. "Of course! She's really smart, and she can steal from her opponents."

"Do you think her lack of kills will effect her turnout in the games?"

I sigh. "No. She can lead the tributes into a trap."

The questions never seem to end, but then I was interrupted by my assistant.

I couldn't stop screaming.

Vixen is dead.