Hey guys, I'm back like I said I would be. I am very happy I got a review and I thank you for correcting me lol. Anyways, here is Chapter 2 and enjoy! Reviews and favorites and follows much appreciated!

-Dn

Chapter 2- Year 2

Victor- Liara Spart- District 11

I slowly pull my knife out of the 12 boys throat and hear the cannon ring out through the arena. I smile a bit and know it's the final two. Knowing that he was my last major threat, I have these Games in the bag. All that is left is the weakling from 3. It's a miracle that squeamish twelve year old made it past the blood bath. I remember she passed out at the reaping's and I couldn't help but laughing. I also know she cried so much through training it was pitiful and some how she made it here to the final two.

I wipe the blood off my hands and look down at the lifeless form of the boy I just killed. He really didn't put up much of a fight once I broke his spear. It seemed to be as though he knew he was dead. Not my fault. This is one of those few exceptions to those little petite sayings. "Hate the Game, not the player." I guess that couldn't be anymore true in this situation. I grab his backpack and examine the contents of what was inside.

I flip the opening upside down and spill the goodies out onto the hard cold ground. Out falls a few feet of rope, a knife, a bottle of water, and a whip. A fucking whip? What was someone who has a whip not using it for? Unless he wasn't trying to kill me, just trying to defend himself. I shrug that thought off. I made a promise to myself not to think of the Capitol negatively till the moment my death was imminent and only then shove it up their prude fat asses!

I hate the Capitol as much as the next person. After all, they killed my sister in a raid against a rebel camp stationed in the ranks of District 11. My family had no solid feelings about either side during the war and just kept their head down. It wasn't enough. A group of Peacekeepers, who were obviously drunk, even when I was 10, came into our house and claimed we were hiding and helping rebels in the District. We begged and pleaded that we had taken no part in the war; they threatened my older sister Klara. A peacekeeper put his gun to her head and told us to tell them where they were hiding otherwise he would kill her. We had no information to give, and true to his word, he shot Klara in front of all of us.

I can clearly remember that moment, and always will. She let out a quick scream but it was cut off by the sound of the gun. The bullet shot out of the barrel and went right through her head. Her blood and brains were splattered across the wall she was cowering next to. The peacekeeper just started laughing and soon all of the others joined in suit and soon it was a frenzy. They were wrecking everything we had. Destroying our home, taking everything of value. My dad was knocked unconscious and I saw my mother getting raped. I screamed and I fell silent when a peacekeeper took the but of his gun and slammed it into my head.

I look at the boy and feel nothing as I look at his corpse. He may not have deserved to die, but it was necessary. I never bothered to learn his name, and I never will. I only am aware of one of the other people I killed in the Games. His name was Derik and he was from my District. I knew him from home and felt bad about killing him but it needed to be done just like the 12 boy.

Ever since I was reaped, I felt like I needed to win not for me, but for Klara. I need to show the Capitol that I have survived all odds and everything they have thrown at me. I have survived the war, I have survived life, and I have survived their stupid Games. I am better then they are, I am stronger.

I need to get away from the body so they can take it out of the arena. I start walking away from him, leaving everything he had except for the knife and whip with him. Let it be taken away from him. I watch as the hovercraft materializes out of thin and air and drops a claw around his body as he is lifted out of this forest for the last time. I turn around and walk through the trees.

I have an inkling on where the 3 girl is and I head west to the western quadrant of the arena. At the beginning of the games, I remember watching her slowly and carefully grab a backpack and scamper into the trees behind her. I simply stayed on my platform and watched the carnage unfold. Both the 2 tributes were killed at the beginning by the 4 pair, to get killed by the monster from 1. He ran off and I think died of stupidity. People just stared at me like I was crazy and left me to the dead. I was a crow among the carnage. A bloodbath, I remember thinking. 8 people were killed on that day but I didn't care. That was 8 people less for me to deal with. I went to the Cornucopia and took what I wanted and started walking happy and content on how I was doing.

I continue walking until I notice how low the sun has dipped since I began my voyage. I look all around me and I feel a flash of light catch my eye. That is not sun or water, I think. That was metal reflecting light.

I can feel my mind pumping into overdrive as I realize how close I am to Victory. I run forward weaving through trees until I see the flash of silver yet again. This time, it remains static. I follow its source to a tree, and in that tree sits the girl I once thought was a simple minded girl who had zero chance of winning. She even somehow managed to get a 1 in training. She cried throughout her interview and was perceived as weak and not worth the effort. And, yet here she stands, high up in a tree with a wire wrapping around her neck with 7 of the other tributes tokens. I am flabbergasted. That is the only way I can describe how I feel. Those 7 tokens represent the tributes that fell at her hand. A simple twelve-year-old girl.

"So," she begins in a cold calculating voice that is a bit squeaky because of her age, but menacing all the same. "Here we are. Only one more of us has to die. I promise it won't me quick."

"Why don't you come down and fight me yourself you snot nosed brat?" I scream up at her. She looks down at me with those cold blue eyes that were once filled with tears.

"Yes, I would if I was that giant from 1 I killed on day 3. But I am not. I have an advantage here, where as you don't. Try to come kill me, if you can." And without letting me fit in another word, the tree branches ruffle and I loose sigh of her and hear her farther off. I catch a glimpse of her and see where she is and what she's doing. Again, I am shocked. She is jumping from tree to tree.

Having my instincts kick in, I have no choice but to follow her. I sprint after her, but she is like a monkey in the trees and seems to have boundless energy. I can slowly feel my energy draining as I struggle to keep up. I see a small light up ahead and grow curious on what it is, but keep running.

When I hit the clearing I stop. I see the 3 girl siting in the very center with her eyes closed. She seems to not be out of any breath as she calmly sits there. I am growing increasingly angry by this little twerp and run after her again.

I see a small smile escape her lips the moment it happens. I feel the ground begin to crumble beneath me. I have no idea what's going on, but in a last effort, make a jump as far as I can to the other side of the crevice. I can feel the air fly by my face and I look down as I fly in slow motion and see hundreds of sharpened sticks sitting at the bottom of the pit waiting for someone to get impaled upon them. I hit the side of the wall and I begin to fall fast to my death. I am scrambling my hands along the side of the wall looking for something to grab on.

Then it feel my hand hit a root, and grab and hold tight. That root is my current lifeline. I try to pull my self up but with little hope. But I see another root a bit higher up. It's a stretch I know but how many options do I have?

I pull out my whip and swing it for the root, hoping it will snag. It hits it, but comes loose. Frustrated I try again. It fails. I can feel my arm strength beginning to fail so I make a life or death choice and jump. I throw myself from the wall to give myself a better angle and crack the whip and watch as it wraps around the root and holds fast.

Breathing heavily, I begin to climb which is killing my arms. I will have next to no energy to kill this wretch. I finally reach the top and see her still sitting. In the same place, but she looks annoyed. Her eyes have opened and she is no longer smiling. I charge her again, this time with more caution than before, knowing the entire thing is rigged with traps. I feel the ground move under one of my steps but then hold fast.

I hear the cracking of branches behind me as I watch a tree trunk with a pointed tip fly at my chest. I quickly move to the side and find myself safe. Now she is really angered and has stood up. She has even pulled out what looks to be a blow dart gun and has begun to load it. Knowing her, she has spiked it somehow and the points are poisoned somehow. Crap I think, and run at her once again. I feel one of the darts sink into my calf, but I keep running. No way am I going to let a stupid dart be the death of me. Another one in my rib cage, and another in my left arm.

I am finally reach her and tackle her to the ground. Fear registers across her face as I take a knife and am about to plunge it into her heart when my body stiffens up and I collapse to the ground. The poison kicked in and I realized it was a paralyzer. I feel my muscles contract and loosen over and over again in a painful spasm manor. I have never experienced anything more painful before in my entire life.

The fear that was once on the girls face has been replaced with a huge grin. She knows she has one and I know that I have lost. I am about to give up hope when, I feel a release from the attacks and take this moment and seize it. I take my knife and shove it into her throat with as much force as I can manage as the pain takes it all away and I relapse into the seizures.

I hear her cannon boom, and I black out.

My last though was I, I am stronger than you.