Okay so I want to address something. I have decided to put the narrator in 3. 3 is now full. 3 is closed. No more 3s. Do you get the message? Good. You'd better have it. If your tribute is in a full district they may be overlooked as I am going to look solely for the tributes in districts that have an open space in their gender. I also might have cried a bit when I wrote this soooooo... yeah it's a weepy one.
Rhia's PoV:
The Careers drop in on my camp. They are down a member. Down the leader. In confusion. I take a chance and run. I hate the Careers, the Capitol, alliances in general. Weak. And if they are weak, you lose. I race. I win. And I hunt. I go hunting. Game is practically everywhere in this arena. I must have shot down eleven rabbits cleanly, arrow through the eye.I will fly free like a bird, my wings free of the cages of an alliance, a promise.
I am free until I stumble into a room. What's this doing in the middle of a wood? The question is 'what does it do?' really. But there are doors. Four doors, all labelled.
One, an alliance.
Two, death.
Three, the Capitol.
Four, freedom.
I bolt for the fourth door and a voice whispers 'Fool'.
"No." This can't happen. Surely, he is a million miles away, in District 3.
'You fool' it whispers once more.
I scream "NO! YOU'RE FAR FROM ME! YOU ARE IN DISTRICT 3! YOU AREN'T HERE, IN THE ARENA!"
And the voice says softly 'I'm always in your mind, dear.'
Dear
Dear
Dear
DEAR.
That, that, that man.
I'm his dear.
I'm always going to be his dear.
There's no escape.
Ever.
Not from him.
I cry. I'm not proud of it. And he appears. A handsome man, mid-twenties tops. But a beast inside. A rabid, wild animal with a raging lust for my pain. And I can only say one word before he attacks.
"Father."