I think back to what lead me to this moment. It wasn't just my name being drawn. Was it fate? Or was it something else. Either way I can hardly see my name being drawn as a coincidence. How could it be? One spectacular brawl and a couple Hunger Games later things got boring. Coraree gave them quite the show, coming across the infamous kid from 11. He got knocked around pretty badly, they went at it for 38 minutes setting a record for longest physical combat fight ever to up hold in the arena. The kid from 11 was armed with a knife and in the final struggle manage to rack Coraree on the right side of his face giving him 2 gory looking scares and leaving him permanently blind in the right eye. Half blind with blood falling down his face he grabbed the boy's knife drove it through the side of his head. Facing 2 other tributes in the finale he defeated them all half blind and fatally injured making him unforgettable. Of course. How could I be so stupid? They were bored after watching Coraree win. Their blood lust grew and it couldn't quite be filled with just the same old same old Hunger Games. They wanted to make this unforgettable. They wanted me.
I stumble through the desert terrain. I couldn't take it in the cave slowely going crazy. To bad. The cave would have been much safer.
"Rahhhh!" the boy from 8 scream as he charges tworads me. He was unexpected. I didn't even see him till he was right in front of my face.
Crash he barrels into me knocking me to the ground. He goes to get his hands around my neck but I palm him in the face. Hi hand slips from my neck to my face and I bite down hard on his hand. He screams and I taste the blood from his hand in my mouth, I bite harder till his hand gushes blood and he yanks it out of my mouth. I take my opportunity to stand up and spit out his blood.
He charges again enraged but I'm ready this time. I cluch my hands together and smack him full force in the jaw. He punches me in the stomach causing me to curl over while he follows up with a blow to my wounded shoulder which causes a massive amount of pain. Retaliating I knee him in the chest and bring my left elbow slaming across his face. His nose is completely crocked and pouring out blood. I seize my opportunity. I knock him to the ground and pin his arms down with my knees, getting out my knife I see his life flash before him as all the hope dies out from his beautiful amber eyes. I stab him in the chest.
Boom! The cannon fires. I sit down leaning against a canyon wall. I stare at the boy's body horrified by what I'd done. I throw the knife at the ground and burry my face into my knees and cry.
"I WANT TO GO HOME!" I shriek so loud my lungs seem to burst. I pick up a rock and throw it and another one and another one. I punch the wall with my fists even the wounded one till they both are bleeding and chunks of raged flesh dangle off them. Closing my eyes I search desperately for something, anything that reminds me who I am and what I have to live for. I search through a thousand memories all just nightmares of the Games till finally I find it. Coraree whose face anchors me to reality and reminds me I have all too much to live for.
Scraped and bruised from head to toe, wounded in more than one places, and soaked in blood both my own and not I walk on gripping to the one thing that hasn't been taken from me yet. My Spirit. And the Capitol won't get it not even in my last dying breathe. No, I am much too stubborn to play like that.
Recovering from my mental break down and wounds I prepare myself for the coming storm. The Game has changed and you can either change with it or die. The rules are simple, there are no rules. It's a fight to the death where you only win when every last drop of blood is spilt. I close my eyes to see his face so I don't forget who I am. So I don't lose my self.
I am Calla Astra and I am unbreakable!