The impact knocks the breath out of me and snow covers me as I sink down into it. The sting of the fall crawls over my entire body, I want to scream. Pain overcomes me before the shock that I am still alive. I lay there gasping for breath, and then I remember the sound of the cannon. I pull myself to sit up ignoring the pain that shoots through me. As I emerge from the thick pile of snow, I am almost sure that every camera is on me. I wonder if the blizzard that has been going for days was the very thing that saved me.

My confusion quickly turns to rage. The Careers tried to kill me but failed and now they are going to be the ones to die. I march back to the Cornucopia, not caring if anyone had just seen me fall or if someone followed my footprints. I have a blood lust right now, I can't think straight.

At the Cornucopia, I grab the first weapon that I see, not even caring that I am not good at it. The trident is what I pick up and then I take off into a sprint up the mountain. I wonder if my face shows how much I want to kill these people. Even those thoughts of killing them scares me, I have never been this angry before. Maybe it's because I am in the Games and this is a fight or flight response, or maybe it's the shock from falling off a cliff and surviving. Either way, I am going back up there and a fight is going to break out. I just hope to catch them off guard and that my bow is still up there. Or if Calyptus and Monty ran like I hoped they did maybe they took it.

I stop running as the mountain gets steeper. The incoming snow does little to help with the climb. My fingers are cold, my whole body is cold. When I fell into the big pile of snow, it all crawled into my clothes. With the snow melting on my clothes making me even colder, I cross my arms over my chest with the trident still in my hand.

The initial anger that I felt crawling out of the snow has subsided and I have no idea how I am going to pull this off. I was terrible at the trident in training, I missed the target. I close my eyes and sigh, as I continue to climb the mountain. I didn't want to climb this mountain the first time, but definitely not the second time. I force my mind away from how terrible I am at the trident, instead, I try to think of a strategy that I can use when I reach the top.

Catching them off guard seems to be the best possible way for this to go in my favor. Throwing the trident will lose me my weapon but I still have a few knives that I picked up as well. I had grabbed two knives, knowing that I am horrible at the trident and I needed a backup weapon. I am still bad at the knives but a little better than the trident.

The snow seems to come down harder, maybe the Gamemakers are mad at me for surviving. For them having a flaw in their system. Maybe they want me to die because I just deified them. Maybe they are trying to kill me from the cold, burying me into the mountain to die, instead of going down fighting like I want. I suck in a breath, I won't let this snow stop me. Nothing is going to stop me, not right now. I have a mission, find Monty and Calyptus, and kill as many Careers as I can. I hike up the mountain, determined to make it up there before nightfall.

After minutes of constant climbing, maybe even an hour, I reach the top of the mountain. The girl from 2 and the tributes from 4 are there. The tributes from 1 seemed to have ran away. I close my eyes and take in a breath, trying to calm my rage. They haven't seen me yet, and I will use that to my advantage.

I grip the trident tighter in my hand wondering if I wanted to throw a knife first of the trident. The girl from 2 stands up and walks away from the other two, this was my chance. I watch as she walks over to the back of the mountain and picks up some of the food that they stole from us. Without even thinking I chunk the trident at her hitting her hand. The trident takes her hand off and she screams out catching the attention of the others.

They quickly stand up and rush over to her. Ash pulls the tridents out of the ground and looks around for someone that could have thrown it. I hid beneath a tree that is rooted on the side of the mountain. A perfect cover.

They all split up taking different sides of the mountain. I smile, this is perfect. The girl from 4 walks over to me, but she still hasn't spotted me. I steady my breathing not wanting her to hear it and then I jump out and tackle her. The snow muffles the sound and we tumble down the mountain a little. She looks at me wide-eyed, not expecting me. I pull out my knife and see her weapon laying on the ground a couple of feet away. She must have dropped it when I tackled her. I swipe the knife at her but she raises her arm up to block it. I cut slices into her arm and her blood drips down into the white snow staining it red.

She crawls towards her weapon and knowing that I shouldn't let her get that advantage I make a quick and risky decision. I throw the knife at her, it flies by her head and lands in the snow beside her. She turns around and laughs at me instead of grabbing her weapon. I take out the other knife and throw it hitting her in the chest. She looks at me in shock, not expecting me to have a second knife or to actually hit her. She stares at me and then down to the knife in her chest as she coughs up blood. A cannon sounds a few moments later.

I reach out and retrieve my knives before I climb back up to the top of the mountain, not even caring this time if they seem me. The girl from 2 is probably losing a lot of blood so that only leaves Ash in good shape. Stepping onto the top I throw the knife at the girl hitting her in the shoulder as she sat down leaning against one of the trees that were on top of the mountain. She winces and then glances up at me, her eyes widen in horror. Not giving her a chance to get Ash's attention I ready the other knife in my hands. I take my stance and line the blade of the knife up with where I want it to hit her heart. Then I throw it and it strikes her where I wanted it to, the cannon sounds a moment later.

I hear Ash running back and I pick up a spear that was on the ground. I don't know if it was his weapons or if it was the tributes from 1, either way, it's mine now. When he sees me he stops in his tracks, "How are you alive?"

I smile at his shock, "Well, you see when you throw someone off of a cliff make sure there isn't snow below that can cushion the fall." I tell him as I grip the spear tighter in my hands. I raise it up and debate on whether I should throw it now.

"Well, I'll just have to do a better job this time." He says as he picks up the trident that I threw at the girl from 2. "I'll make sure that you stay dead."

He throws the trident at me and I dodge, rolling onto the ground to avoid it. The snow is cold but I have grown numb to it. I fling a knife at him grazing his arm. The spear is steady in my hand, I don't want to throw it. If I miss then I will lose my advantage and my only opportunity to defeat him.

He steps closer to me which is what I want, he lost his trident, he threw it and missed and I won't give him enough time to retrieve it. He runs at me and throws me onto the ground, pinning me down. I keep a death grip on the spear, knowing that it will make the difference between life and death. I point it up towards him and hope that the point of it will draw him away. He leans away from the spear loosening his grip on me and I throw him off of me. I pin him down, point the spear down at him. "Listen, next time you try to kill someone, make sure they are dead." I press the head of the spear into his chest and he cries out in pain, "Because they might come back for revenge." I say before I fully push the spear into his chest. The cannon sounds and I sit down and take a breath.

I look down at my hands, blood covers then and even some of it has splattered on my face. I bet I look like a monster, covered in blood and my hair all wild with snow covering ever inch of my clothes.

A body lying beside the edge of the cliff makes me curious. None of the ones that I killed were by the edge. I become cold, not cold from the snow more of a cold of dread as I stand up. I take small steps towards the person, not wanting to see who it was. When I get close enough and brave enough to actually look at the features of the person I feel tears form in my eyes. A small boy with light brown hair lays in the snow with a mixture of red snow. A wound in his chest seems to have been what killed him, an arrow to the heart.

"Monty?" I speak, my voice comes out shaky. Tears fall down my cheeks, "Monty, wake up!" I kneel down to him and pull his head into my lap. Knowing full well that the cameras are still trained on me, I lean down and place a kiss on Monty's forehead. "I'm sorry." I sob, "I'm sorry." Tears fall freely down my face, "You were supposed to win." I whisper.

I notice that his backpack is gone, the tributes from 1 must have taken it like they took mine and my bow. What makes me really mad is that they killed him with my weapon, with my bow and arrows. I look back down at Monty, did he rush to the edge as I was thrown off? Did they off him before he had a chance to run? Where is Calyptus? Did she try to get him to come with her but the tributes from 1 ran after her so she had no choice but to leave him behind? Did he die alone?

I sit there for hours, I don't even bother to move when the sun falls and the moon starts to rise. I don't even flinch at the sudden loud volume of the anthem playing. I tear my eyes away from the blood-stained snow to the sky. The symbol of the Capitol is shown first and then The face of the girl from 2, both from 4 and Monty. Four people died today and I wish desperately that it was me that died instead of Monty. I look back down at him, so still and unmoving, in that moment I know that I have to win. I will not let his death be in vain, I will win for him.