I decided to switch to first person Not sure why haha but I hope it's ok.

My eyes lingered on Hunter's retreating figure as he walked away. I concentrated on the sounds of the forest; the birds quietly chirping, the rustle of the leaves as they moved with the wind, a stream trickling somewhere. I leaned back against the bark and relaxed, letting the sounds fill my ears like music. It was so peaceful here, so sincere. I felt safe in the forest- back in the old days the forest of district 7 was where I'd go to escape, to hide. Trust the gamemakers to turn nature's gift into a bloodbath.

'Well, it's not like it's the first time you've killed,' my brain whispered.

The noise of the forest was replaced as the anthem surrounded me. It was everywhere, humming through my body to my fingertips. As it died down, I concentrated on the faces of the dead that I knew I was about to see. Out of the six careers, 2 were dead, and 8 out of the other tributes. Pain shot through my chest as I saw Fernando's face, and I gritted my teeth. I would make that bitch pay for what she did to him. Quickly I calculated that out of the original 24, 9 were dead. That left 14. Not too bad.

I wondered who would win. I knew it wasn't going to be me, that much was obvious. Probably Hunter or one of the other careers. In a way, being picked out of the reaping was almost a relief. A poem started to form in my head;

A girl sits by her window

And looks at the pouring rain

An unrecognizable emotion flickers

As her heart conceals her pain

Where had that come from? I shook my head. I was too tired to construct poems. I sighed deeply and sleep finally came.

I was being shaken awake. A hand covered my mouth, muffling my screams. I panicked, and struggled wildly to get free. I have to escape- I can't let him do this to me! Any moment now I would smell the stale beer, the scratch of his unshaven cheek.

"Jesus Christ, calm down woman! It's me," Hunter whispered in my ear, and slowly I remembered where I was. I shut up and he let me go.

"Sorry," I muttered. "I thought that….never mind."

He gave me a strange look. "Ok.. there's a gang of about three people sleeping in the tree behind us."

"Oh. Lucky they didn't see us huh,"

"Yeah," he agreed, "Well I'm just going to go kill them. Be right back,"

"Woah, hang on!" I pulled him back, "You can't do that!"

"Why not? If the situation were reversed they wouldn't hesitate to do the same," He argued.

"But it's cold blooded murder!" I protested, feeling sick. "They don't even have a chance!"

"Welcome to the hunger games. Kill or be killed," He said grimly, and tugged his arm back.

Before I could disagree further, we both heard a low growl a few meters behind us. I froze, as did Hunter. Looking for the source, we saw a monstrosity of an animal; a cross between a bear and a large dog. It was climbing the tree, and as I looked up I saw two of its friends. They were almost at the three sleeping humans.

"Run," Hunter whispered.

I ran.

I ran so fast that the trees and ground all became a brown-and-green blur, but I could clearly hear as the screaming began. Loud wails of terror filled the air around us, and they didn't stop. I grimaced as I remembered the razor sharp teeth on those bear-dogs. I should have let Hunter kill them- at least it would have been quick, painless.

Suddenly I crumpled to the ground as a force knocked down my back. I came face to face with the snarling monster. Its eyes were a hungry yellow, and I knew that they craved my blood. Its mouth opened wide and I glimpsed the long fangs, as it drooled saliva onto my neck. I'd never know real fear until now- it coursed through my veins and my blood turned to ice. I whimpered, terrified. The thing sensed my fear and I swear it smiled, before lunging at my throat.

The next thing I knew something was pulling it off me. It had a knife speared into its back.

I passed out.

Opening my eyes, I was surrounded by darkness. Am I dead? Then my eyes adjusted and I saw I was in a cave of sorts. My face hurt, but at least I was warm. I looked to the side and saw a pathetic excuse of a fire. Hunter was sitting beside it, the flames reflected in his eyes. He looked up and smiled at me.

"How you doing?" He asked, his face full of concern.

I could have told him how scared I'd been. I could have cried. I could even have said thank you.

Instead, my idiotic response was this; "Why didn't you let it kill me?"

He shrugged uncomfortably. "I still need an ally," He said.

"Thanks."

"No problem,"

"I swear that thing was…" I failed to find the right word to describe exactly how terrified I'd been in that moment when I thought I was about to be slowly ripped to shreds.

"I know."
"So how long have I been out?"

"6 hours."

"Wow!"

He smiled. "Oh and it kind of scratched your face, by the way,"

So that's why it hurt every time I blinked. "Mirror," I demanded.

He faltered. "Are you sure that's a good idea? I mean, you just woke up.."

"Mirror. Now."

He passed me the small mirror that had been in his backpack. There was a scar going down my left eye- it reminded me of Scar from the Lion King. I found out that I liked the way it look- dangerous. Scary.

"I hate it," I lied.

"Really? I think it looks sort of…" He pursed his lips, struggling to find the right work to describe how ugly I looked.

"Yes?"

"Well…sexy."

I looked at him for a moment and then burst out laughing.

"Thank you," I flashed him a brilliant smile. "What's for dinner?"

"Well…"

I noticed lots of meat spread out around and on top of the fire. No squirrel was that big. This animal had to be the size of a small bear…

Oh god. I realized what it was.

"Yolo," he said, handing me some meat. "Don't worry- it tastes like chicken."

I think I fainted again.

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