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Tobias' PoV:
I creep through the forest and duck under a branch.
Snap! a twig breaks beneth my foot and I let out a tiny shriek of fear. I could literally die at any moment. The Capitol could set savage mutts on me any time they wanted. A bloodthirsty tribute could come round the corner and slaughter me right now.
I can't do this. Can't I just die? Maybe I should just kill myself now. It's the coward's way out but at least all this will be over.
I sit down beneath a giant oak tree and bring my scrawny legs up to my chest. Then I cry.
This is all so cruel and unfair. Why can't I be at home? Huddled up in my warm bed. With my parents. My parents...
They had always been disappointed in me. I think they were glad I was reaped. I'm an embarrassment to the whole family. The generations of Wilsons.
I wonder if they are watching me now. I can almost hear their disappointed sighs and the disapproving shake of their heads.
A rustle in the bushed opposite me startle me and out steps Alex. His strong jaw is covered in blood and his white hair is stuck to his forehead with the sticky stuff too. His eyes have a crazy, wild look about him that looks like a vicious beast about to kill its prey.
I am that prey. Alex is the beast.
I take the knife, as small and scrawny as me, out of the pack that I just about managed to obtain. Alex takes out a huge axe, as brutal and large as he is, and I know that I am dead.
I wonder what it will say on my gravestone. Maybe: 'Here lies Tobias Wilson, the world biggest wuss.' or perhaps: 'Tobias Wilson, died because of his incapability to hold a knife'
That's nice.
Alex makes the first move and charges at me, his axe swung over his shoulder threateningly. I whimper and hold out my tiny dagger from my chest. Alex lets out a menacing laugh that sounds like that of a hyena's. Loud and mocking.
He drops his axe and grabs me by the throat, squeezing so hard that it feels as though my lungs are burning. This crazy tribute slams my head against the oak tree that I was sat beneath just minutes ago and I feel my skull cave in. I know that I'm about to die.