A/N: I can't believe there are so few stories about Titus out there. He's such an intriguing character. I wanted to give him more humanity. I think he was pushed to do the things he did, not because he wanted to. Anyways, hope you like it. Please tell me what you think. Suggestions are welcome. Shoutout to chuckesleaze for this suggestion.
I do not own the Hunger Games or its characters.
Titus Cruor
The first was a mistake. I didn't want to eat the girl from District 9, but she died too close and I couldn't risk leaving the food, not when the hovercraft was coming. Her body had been ravaged by the mutts and I couldn't tell the difference. Everything was red. So I shut my eyes and ate. I didn't know for sure until they sent the storm at me.
This year, there is nothing but white in the arena. It is a barren cold desert and we are all hungry. The only differences are that the others are too noble, too proud (too human?). It is shameful, but I am stranded. No silver parachutes every come. I never expect them to, not after the first.
The girl from District 5 had extra meat; her body had a nice curve, soft elbows and calves. The large boy from District 3, though, was hard and muscled. His skin was gritty and his eyes were still open, watching me, always watching. I try not think of his family.
On the 7th day, I find Talia's frozen curled-up body, half-buried in the snow. She had tried to set a fire. I remember her silent determination, her small balled-up fists. I build a makeshift grave from handfuls of snow, dig until I can hide her away from all the watching eyes. When I take my first bite, I am not filled with the gnawing of hunger like before. I want her courage. I finish her guts before my body tenses up, shaking, and I fall down next to her. But, I am satisfied. That is one thing they will never be able to take from that little girl.