A/N: Rue's up next. ;)
Thresh
The career boy thrashes around, lunging at me once again. My muscles struggle to move his body as his hands somehow lock themselves around my neck. I use my two hands to thwack him, hoping that my brute strength will do enough damage to make him release his deathly grip. But it doesn't seem to work and the hands are tightening, squeezing what little air I have out of my lungs, draining my senses too. I flail for his weapon, my fingers stretching for it in desperation. But it's too late as my death drains my face into paper white.