D8 Boy
I tumble towards the Cornucopia, a single bead of sweat trickling down my brow as I scoop down and pick up a knife from the ground. Then I see him, the boy from seven. It's so easy, all I have to do is stab this knife in his back. He's turned away from me, I won't have a problem. All I have to do is lean in and my knife will come plunging down into his back, drawing warm, sticky blood and he'll crumple to the floor, writing in agony with his last breath. That's all I have to do.
