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"To the right,

To the left

We will fight to the death!

To the edge of the earth

It's a brave new world

From the last to the first"

- Jared Leto, 2009.

The 102nd Annual Hunger Games

Rebecca Foster (17) District 4 Female

30 Seconds to Mars – This is War (2009)

I ready my knife, trying to get a good aim on the boy from District Seven, who's running a good few yards away from us. I throw, but the wind catches the blade, making it vanish into the grassy plains several feet to the right of the intended target.

"Off a bit!" shouts the girl from District 1, Dia. "Off a bit to the left!"

Dia never gives tips in the proper understanding of human beings, so her help has to be figured out. That only takes me a few seconds to interpret as throw off in the opposite direction of the wind and let the force take the blade and kill him.

No, don't.

Yes, yes, I will. The ninth day of the Games, this young man will die.

I ready another knife and released from my hand. Amazed, I watch as the Gamemakers' blustery weather swept the slash of metal and sank it right into the boy's neck. I threw another for reassurance and it ended up in the boy's chest.

You just killed a man.

I know, I know. Nine tributes left to kill.

What kind of person are you?

We, the Career Pack, catch up to the corpse. My eyes fall down at the boy from Seven, his pale gray eyes slowly losing the light of life he has. The red blood streaming down the side of his mouth and chin blows off and hits my district partner, Wilbur, in the face. He wipes it away and shouts over the eternal wind. "Good job."

"Thanks," I answer loudly.

Don't say thank you. For what? Killing an innocent child? That's murder.

This subconscious voice hasn't left me alone since I volunteered at the reaping. I've always wanted to be in the Hunger Games, but this voice made it seem like a bad thing. But volunteering is a good thing, winning the Hunger Games is a good thing. But this subliminal voice wasn't having any of my counters. Luckily the boy's cannon cuts it off before it can rant any longer.

"We need to get going," yells the boy from Two, Essen. Even this monstrous boy is struggling to stay on his feet. With this force of wind plus only shrubby grasslands surrounding a large lake by the center to stop the strong and unceasing winds, tributes are literally being blown off their feet. Hand-to-hand combat seems to be the best way to kill someone when the wind takes anything thrown far from the intended receiver, unless you figure out how to aim against the air current. But even I have to admit it's harder than it looks.

Yes, you were only lucky that time. Next time, well actually, there won't be a next time because you aren't going to take another life.

"Yes, I will," I growl, thankful the whistling wind sweeps my voice. Yelling your voice hoarse is the only way to be heard. I don't want anyone to think I'm delirious enough to be talking to myself.

No. I forbid you to kill another person.

"Watch me."

There are only four of us in the Career Alliance. Essen's district partner died when the pair from Ten ambushed us, which ended up being suicide for them. Silk from District One denied the invitations and is still wandering around the arena somewhere. Besides us, there is only both from Nine and Fourteen left and the girl from Seven, who I know is teamed with the girl from Nine.

Slowly, this disembodied voice is involuntarily provoking me to reduce the numbers further.

Grabbing the knives from the boy's body, I look at Dia, Essen, and Wilbur, who are searching through the dead tribute's pack, pulling out some food and a medical kit. I aim my knife at Dia, move my aim off a bit to the left, and pull my arm back.

Don't do it, Rebecca.

I release, lunging my arm forward. The knife sinks between Dia's shoulder blades. Screaming, the girl falls to the ground with the wind pushing her far off. Essen and Wilbur look at me, stunned.

Don't fight them, Rebecca. I'm ordering you.

I grab Wilbur's long hair, forcing the boy to the ground before slitting his throat. Essen grabs my arm, his sword drawn in his free hand, ready to start running the long blade across my stomach, laughing.

Now look what you've done. You have made us both die.

Not quite.

Essen doesn't have quite a good grip on his weapon. The wind blows the sword from his hands, allowing me a chance to stab his chest.

C'mon. Can't someone kill this assassin? She deserves to be punished.

"Why?" I askout loud, watching my enemy fall to the ground. Both his and Wilbur's cannons go off. I trail to the fallen Dia, ready to finish her off.

Let her live.

"It is kill or be killed," I shout, droning out the sub-voice. I take a few stabs at Dia before her cannon finally goes off.

I'm sickened of you, Rebecca Foster, the monster.

"Thank you, I'll use that," I giggle, walking away from the wind-blown corpses. "Rebecca Foster, the monster of the Hunger Games. The victor."

I'll never let this go.

"How about if I don't kill for the rest of the day you leave me alone?"

Silence, then Deal.

"Good, my throwing arm was hurting anyway."

Rebecca!

I laugh.

Rebecca's kills on the ninth day of the Games lowered the amount of tributes to seven. The same day, the stubborn boy from Nine had enough of the Gamemakers' windstorm and hid in the cornucopia, the only place with still air. The following day, however, Silk found the boy and killed him, leaving six tributes alive in the Games.

The twelfth day, the Gamemakers announced a feast. Rebecca ended up taking out the allied girls from Nine and Seven on the way to the cornucopia. While Silk killed the boy from Fourteen that day, he got injured in the process. Rebecca found it easy taking Silk's life, leaving her and the girl from Fourteen, who ended up blowing into the arena's force field during the battle on the thirteenth day, crowning Rebecca from District 4 the victor of the 110th Annual Hunger Games.

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