Please enjoy, I am so happy that people are enjoying what I am writing. I want to ask a question do people want a sequel from the winners POV?

Kaytee's POV

I'm hungry. Hungry for flesh and blood. I want to see pearly white bones and dead eyes of children, I want to have that crown and become a victor. There is nothing that could stop me grabbing that title, snatching it out of their bare hands. I want this title more than anything and the only people left is a pretty little girl and a boy that is love sick he would do anything to keep her alive. I smile and hold my sickle, the traces of a child's blood, the metallic smell and the deep red colour is somewhat attractive, it shows off my achievements in one single look.

The sky has already darkened and the sun was only up for a couple of hours, I lose all sense of time in this area. It doesn't matter anyway; I like the unexpectedness of the darkness. Its hunting time and time to finally finished these games off. Give the capitol a finale to remember.

There is nothing more satisfying plunging a blade into someone's flesh, the cries of pain, the flow of ruby red blood, the ease of weapon gliding through someone's paper thin skin into their internal organs. In just a couple more days, I will be out of this area, not allowed to indulge in murder. If I could repeat these games I would. I will give anything to slaughter another batch of innocent children. I can also prove that I am superior to my brother and my father can finally see that I was the one he should have been proud of, not giving me purple bruises and black eyes.

The forest is quiet apart from the sounds of the birds, the sweet melody hurts my insides, I grab my sickle and stab them all. I cover my ears until the sweet sound is just an echo through the forest. I urgently want contact with another tribute. I just want to kill.

And then I see her, after searching for hours I see her climbing a tree, I see her re-tie her hair and drink from a canteen. I see her cry silently and wipe away her tears. I see her looking up into the night sky. I see her and I want to kill her. But slowly, she deserves a slow death, I deserve to appreciate it.

I quietly clasp my sickle in my hands and move through the trees, I look up at her fragile face under the gentle lighting of the moon. I take a deep breath and think about my first move. I curl my fingers round each other into a fist. I just need to get her on the floor, and then I can gently carve a pattern out of her face, and play with the blood that drains out, give the audience a real show.

"What a surprise to see you here." I gasp and sarcastically clamp my hands over my mouth. She looks down at me and wipes away fresh tears that have fallen.

"I am not coming down, so come and get me Kaytee."

"Don't worry honey, I can wait." I look at the fragile skin, holding a beautiful liquid underneath, her leg dangles from the branch, the flesh is raw and infected.

The silence overcomes the forest, the trees sway and the wind becomes harsher.

"Could you do something for me?" She asks after a while.

"What?"

"Could you kill me please." He voice sounds so innocent and true and in the tone she said it actually sounds genuine. That was easier than I thought it would be. But now there is no chase, no suspense, no show.

However much my body wants to grab hold of the request with both hands and snatch it, I can't. I don't want to kill people out of kindness; I will not indulge her request. I want to touch her dead body, scratch marks out of the flesh and smear myself in blood.

"No." and in that single word she gasps, like all the breath has been sucked out of her lungs, she falls out of the tree and lands on the muddy ground, covered in a pile of dead autumn leaves, the colours muted the reds and the ambers look lifeless a bit like her.

But I hear breathing, it's steady and deep. I know that it's not her, I see a shadow being cast in front of me, I am vulnerable down on my knees and this boy is a giant and holding up his weapon right over his shoulder, ready to take the shot at any moment.

For the first time in these whole games, I don't feel confident about my future.