Beth O'Darielle- District Twelve (17)
I love killing. It's so me.
I may be nuts, but I ain't no fool. As much as it hurt, I didn't go after anyone at the Bloodbath. I snatched a knife and got out of there. Every cannon was a wasted chance, but sacrifices had to be made. I got a lucky break when Eltara took out Nero. That still left a lot of killers, though. I had to work fast to make sure they didn't take my supply.
Nairobi was my very first. It was funny how I didn't remember their names until after I killed them. After I smeared their blood on me and saw the color of their insides, it got easier to remember them. Nairobi, Mouse, Harmony, Jonathan. There were a lot of names to remember.
I had a bit of a close call with Dath. I only wanted to make trouble, not get into trouble, so when he came by, I had to hide in a dirt pile, which was a little messy and a little embarrassing. I was picking dirt out from under my nails for hours after that one.
The dogs were also tricky. I had to be careful not to wander far from a tree at night. I liked hearing the screams get louder and then quieter, but I hated losing more victims to a bunch of ugly mutts. I did admire their perfection, though. Once I got home, I hoped they'd let me keep one as a pet. We could work together. Sometimes I'd let Killer chase someone down and then I'd do the killing. Sometimes I'd chase someone down and let Killer do the killing. And sometimes we could race each other.
Getting enough water was also a challenge. For some reason, I never got any sponsors. I had to swipe it from people I killed, which gave me even more motivation to kill people. Sometimes I got all the way to someone and they didn't even have any water. The nerve! I killed them extra slow.
"This little piggy went to market," I said in a high-pitched voice, holding up Ardun's big toe. "This little piggy stayed home!" I tossed his second toe on top of his stomach- 'home'. "This little piggy had roast beef." I didn't have any roast beef, so I stuffed it in his mouth instead. "Okay, he had tongue, anyway." I cut off the fourth toe. "This little piggy had none." I made a sad face and tossed the toe away. "And this little piggy cried 'wee, wee, wee!'" I cut off Ardun's last toe in three shallow gouges so he made the noises in time with my words. "All the way home."
After the cannon sounded, the anthem suddenly started playing. I realized what was going on and cursed. I'd lost count. Ardun was the last one. There was no one left. I should have made it last. I should have done both feet.
Do you think my talent can be killing? I asked myself as I waited for the hovercraft. They sure liked killing in the Capitol. Maybe I could be a Gamemaker. Twenty-three kids had to die. I could sure help with that. I didn't have to stop after all. It could go on forever.