Ginny

Fourteen-year-old Ginny wanted nothing more than to get some water at that moment. She had been wandering around the seemingly endless field of grain for God-knows- how-long. Her legs were killing her, her tongue was parched, the sun beating down on her was roasting her alive, and she hadn't found a single useful item to add to her already bulky backpack. What was she going to do with a piece of plastic? How about a bowl and no food?

She was pretty positive that she hadn't gotten any sponsors from her low score with the Gamekeeprs (4) and the way she blabbered about nonsense during the interview. Still, she opened her mouth to plead for the one thing she needed right now: "Water."

"Idiot," she heard someone say from somewhere. "Do you actually believe that you have sponsors?" There was a snicker.

"Who…who's t-there?" Ginny demanded, trying to sound as fearless as possible.

She heard laughter. "Little Ginny trying to be fearless? I don't think its working."

"It is," Ginny said firmly.

"Riiiiight."

"Who is it? Show yourself!"

District 1's girl tribute stepped out from beneath the shadow of a giant tree. Her hair was electric-blue, with ice-blue eyes to match. Her skin was pale and she had sharp but pretty features.

Ginny wanted to fall into a crying heap right then and there. She knew that this girl was part of the Careers and that she's going to kill the poor District 3 girl.

"I'm going to be nice to you and actually give you a way out if you can tell me my name," the girl said, feeling very superior. "Everyone will know it soon, anyways – even the dead – so I guess I should start with you."

"I-I don't know," Ginny stammered.

"You sure?" District One's girl tribute pressed. "You know, you can actually survive if you know my name."

Ginny knew that wasn't true; she probably wasn't going to survive the next day, anyways. "Just make it quick, okay? Please."

The blue-haired girl smile at the small girl's defenselessness turned into a full-fledged grin. She had been training since she was able to walk for her day to kill. To really kill.

She unzipped her jacket and studied the various knives she had stuffed in there. She took her time; knowing she had a lot – the girl wasn't going anywhere. Besides, it helped her build up the suspension for little Ginny. Finally, she decided on a partically lethal one. This little girl was going to be her first kill, so she needed it to seem impressive to the rest of the Careers…..once she reached them.

She wasn't even going to clean the blood of afterwards.

"My name's Sapphire, Ginny," Sapphire said sweetly, wiping the knife on her sleeve. "Remember to tell that to everyone in hell."