I've sorted the whole plot out – so thank you for all your useful feedback and ideas; it really helped me to decide everyone's fate (which I have now done). One more note, though I'm sure you want to know what's happening to Kara after THAT cliff-hanger!
You may be thinking 'Kara is just like Katniss', and if you are I'm sorry, but I have to tell you she isn't (or at least I'm trying to make her not like Katniss). Katniss surrounds herself with a stony shield and doesn't seem to feel any emotions, but I've tried to make Kara as realistic as possible and yes, she will break down into tears and feel emotions, but she does try to stop it for the hunger games – she's not a Vulcan (star trek reference). Also please tell me how I can make Kara more of her OWN PERSON, because I really need the help. At the moment some of you may think she acts like a bit of a Katniss Duplicate in which case please help me and PLEASE REVIEW! I need help more than you do. If you don't think that review anyway and tell me...
So... back to the story! Martha-Rose Fall has just unleashed an arrow flying right for Kara's HEART! *dun dun dun*!
Just seconds before the arrow is about to strike I dive to the ground, feeling the arrow whizz just millimetres above my head. It was a close shave but I'm taking no time to reflect on my luck so I jump to my feet straight away and bolt, seeing Martha-Rose stumble after me. She's an excellent shot – it would have hit me right where she aimed for if I hadn't pressed myself to the floor just in time. She must have goggles too, to be able to see me, but I have noticed something that my goggles didn't pick up and I'm leading her right to it. Hopefully this will give me a chance. I can hear Martha Rose crashing through the undergrowth and already my legs are burning from sprinting full on. My muscles are screaming at me but I ignore them, I want to stop to catch my breath but I know that will only result in death so I press on, pinching my leg to keep it active, but only bringing pain.
Finally I get to where I have been planning to lead her all along and stand on the balls of my feet, raising my hands above my head, seemingly in defence, although I have another motive as I carefully scramble with the rope I was given by my sponsors.
"At least come out so I can see my murderer." I call, making my voice shake nervously. That isn't too hard. The word 'murderer' seems to touch something in Martha-Rose and I feel really bad when she creeps out, knowing it's me that will be the one that is going to be doing the murdering and she'll be the one on the receiving end. I grip the rope in my two hands, flexing it. Martha-Rose notices what's happening too late and struggles to load her bow as I whip the rope at her, knocking her bow aside as forcing her to tumble onto the floor, grazing her knees as she slides across. That would have been one move on a dance floor, but here it just looks excruciatingly painful, but Martha-Rose ignores it and tries to get up. As she struggles to get up and grab her bow I turn the rope around and toss the other end at her foot. It misses. I hiss, frustrated, and try again. This time it loops around perfectly and when I yank it she gets tugged towards me and the rope tightening. Now I'm glad I paid attention at the knot making class, it sounded like a stupid idea at the time but now I owe that blathering idiot of an instructor my life. The thought of it makes me tug harder, knowing that he'll be boasting about it to his stupid Capitol friends at the moment, saying how he saved my neck.
I sling the end of the rope over a less decayed tree when I can't pull any more. The branch creaks as Martha-Rose's weight is transferred onto it but luckily it doesn't break – I don't trust dead wood. Martha-Rose nearly escapes and I can see her straining to reach her bow and arrow. I freeze in despair at her hopelessness but am back in action in enough time to grab hold of the rope which almost whips out of my grasp, almost. I tug again, now using my body weight to drag her towards me. Little does she know between us is a chasm, a little hairpin crack compared to the canyon which is a boarder in this games to prevent us escaping from the arena, but one big enough for her to fall in. I hoist the rope again and I feel her muscles flexing, trying desperately to get out of the knot, trying in vain.
Eventually I drag her so she's dangling just over the chasm. As the realism of what I'm going to do hits her tears well in her eyes and she screams a long, mournful screech which echoes across the arena. I better hurry up if I don't want other tributes turning up to see what all the screams are about. I'm screaming too as well, if only in my head. This is cold blooded murder that I'm about to perform. This isn't self defence. But in a way I know it is. If I don't kill her the Gamemakers will think I'm soft and kill me too. Letting June go has to be a one off, if I let Martha-Rose escape too then I'm no fun in the games and will be eliminated. I stare in her eyes, begging her to forgive me and tie the rope so I can see her properly. Now all hope of living is lost and she is just dangling over the chasm of despair, knowing I'll drop her in sooner or later. She puts on a brave face.
"Come to gloat?" She asks, her face laced with anger though I know it's just a mask for all the helplessness she must be feeling. Her speaking like that in her position would seem almost comical, the way she in dangling upside down only by her foot, it's like from a story that is made up. But this isn't made up; this is real so I only feel sorrow. But then she softens a bit. I think she just saw the tiniest of tears that just trickled out of my eyes. I blink but it has escaped. She understands; she was going to kill me, after all. I am about to slice above her foot to break the rope when I give her one shred of decency and remove her goggles before I do so. Now she won't be able to see the terrible drop I'm bestowing on her, except bestowing makes it sound like a gift and what I'm going to do to her is no gift. I am trembling and know if I hesitate now I will never get the appalling deed done so I grab Martha-Rose's one remaining arrow and slowly saw away at the rope. It starts to fray and I daren't look in Martha-Rose's eyes because I know she's not struggling. She's lost the will to live. The end of the rope slowly flakes off, fluttering into the chasm where I know Martha-Rose will never return from. Finally she is suspended from one tiny string which will snap at any moment, I'm surprised it hasn't already. I look deep into her eyes and recognise the fear there, the fear that is so strong I know it would overpower a nation – but not me, for today I am as cold and unreachable as metal. Important and vital, but impossible to find or touch. I give one last look at Martha-Rose, then lean into her ear and then whisper words to her – the last words she will ever hear.
"I'm sorry." I whisper, and then slice the final thread, releasing her to her death.
Martha-Rose's scream echoes up the chasm and reaches me, almost paralysing me until I heard a horrific crunch followed by cannon fire which makes my whole body shake with the cold grip of revulsion. She's now dead; she's now dead because of me. I killed her. I walk slowly back and untie the rope, winding it back around my arm, cutting out my blood supply. This little punishment is nothing, nothing compared to what I did to her. I can see her back cracking into little pieces and a final sob escaping her frozen lips before her dilapidated body is left until I go, so then the hovercraft will collect her. I find myself on the verge of tears and a tingling feeling creeps up and down my body – fear. What have I done? What kind on monster have I become?
My sorrow is filled with anger; anger at both me and the Capitol. I'm no longer part of the Capitol's stupid games. They may have made 'Martha-Rose Fall' fall, but I'm not going down without a fight.