District Eleven: Thresh Johansson

That. Girl. Must. Die.

Rue! She said "Rue"! She killed the little girl!

I was supposed to protect that little girl. It was my job to die before she was harmed. But what did I even do, anyways? I hadn't seen her since the last night before the Games. How was I to know?

I find myself storming across the clearing. I don't care if I die-I will avenge little Rue. I may already be a monster, but I will be a monster of retribution.

"What'd you do to that little girl? You kill her?" My voice sounds dark, powerful, booming. It shocks even me.

"No! No, it wasn't me!"

"You said her name. I heard you. You kill her?" I see the knife girl's victim, Fire Girl, face bruised and sliced, backing away in fear-of her attacker, or of me? "You cut her up like you were going to cut up this girl here?"

"No! No, I-" There is no more time for last cries. I lift the stone, the most blunt, brutal weapon I have. "Cato! Cato!"

There is no blood. Only a dent. She collapses onto the ground. I don't feel happy or sad, only angry. I was always angry.

"What'd she mean? About Rue being your ally?"

"I-I-we teamed up," Fire Girl explains. "Blew up the supplies. I tried to save her, I did. But he got there first. District One."

District One, not Two. I raged at the wrong person, killed an innocent child, who had a home and a family and maybe even a district mourning her, like Rue. I am no longer the monster of retribution. Just a monster.

"And you killed him?"

"Yes. I killed him. And buried her in flowers. And I sang her to sleep."

These Games make us all monsters. Except one. Except the Girl Who Was On Fire, the girl who protected and avenged and comforted a little dying girl from District 11. The girl who was everything I failed to be.

"Do it fast, okay Thresh?"

She knows her time is coming. She doesn't expect me to care about anything more than my own survival. But that's what a monster would do, and I am not a monster. I am Thresh Johansson. I tried everything I could but failed. I must respect the person who succeeded, even if it costs me my life. Because it's the honorable thing to do.

I know it's not that original, but... everyone knows fanfiction writers live for the reviews. Don't let me down, guys.