Author's Note
I do not own the Hunger Games.
d4m
She's been… odder since they woke.
There's a strangeness to her expression, a wide eyed wonder to her eyes, a wildness to her posture.
He's almost tempted to snap his fingers in front of her face.
Then they run into more tributes.
They're both older, one wearing the seal of District Seven, the other of District Nine.
He holds his trident a little tighter and she draws her rapier.
They charge.
They hold their ground.
The boy takes the first swing.
d9f
There are two, which makes it harder, but one is a little girl, no older than some of her siblings. She tries not to see her sister there as she swings her sickle, but the girl has already moved. She moves to cut her off and swings again.
Again the girl has moved, this time lashing out with her narrow sword. It cuts a narrow gash across her arm, and she resisted the urge to cry, swinging again. She can't be this fast, how is she moving like that?
She swings again-
And pain explodes in her throat.
That narrow sword has pierced from front to back, and she can see her own fear reflected in the girl's pale eyes.
d7m
He runs, and he tries not to be ashamed of it.
d2m
Another two tributes and they're down to ten. Only one of those kills was theirs though; he wonders who the second was.
And he eyes the girl from One.
She eyes him back.
d1f
Not tonight, she decides.
Not tonight, but tomorrow.
Maybe there will be even less tributes by then.
Maybe she can take one of them out in the night.
Maybe one of them will already be dead.
She smiles.
d10f
She wakes to screams and reaches for her knife.
There's blood, so much blood, and the boy from Eight is trying again to bring his knife down on her District partner's chest.
She rolls to her knees and drives her blade into his leg. He screams and nearly brings his down on her head before she tackles him around the knees, bringing him to the ground.
They roll, scrabbling for dominance, and he's bigger, stronger, lankier, but she's determined, desperate, and she drives the knife into him wherever she can reach until he stops moving.