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Chapter 3- Year 3

Victor- Savera Lockhearst- District 7

A cannon booms. That is the sound of rebellion. I look around and see the District 1 girl being picked up by the hovercraft to be returned to the Capitol. It is still day one and 21 of us are dead. But we created a pact of rebellion, that these must come to an end. So when we rose up out of our tubes and were placed in the arena, we all sat down. No one moved when the gong sounded. We all just sat and didn't move. How easy it would be for one person to have gotten up and killed us all. But we all refused.

Throughout the day, the Gamesmakers realized what we were doing and did something we have never seen them do before.

The last two years it was purely survival of the fittest. No intervention from the outside world with the exception of sponsor gifts. No natural disasters, no monsters, no accidents. This year it is different. They are choosing tributes at random and killing them. One by one. The first two had died by their mines blowing up. But that was too quick of a death, and besides the Capitol wanted blood and gore and we certainly weren't going to provide it. The next ones to die, the 9 girl and 1 boy, fell into a fissure that separated the arena in half.

Then things got bloody and scary fast. A giant beast with horns and tentacles shot out of the dirt around us and grabbed the 6 tributes and ran off into the dust. We could hear each of their agonized screams for over an hour before finally their cannons broke through their screams and brought silence. I was terrified. I was scared when I was first reaped that I was going to die, and now I am certain I am.

Tracker jackers, fire, toxic slime, lightning, everything you can think of happened to the 21 dead tributes. Some were more painful to watch than others. Hearing the screams and cries of dying children is heartbreaking. Watching it on TV was one thing, but experiencing it was an entirely different thing. I can honestly say that I would rather die now than live with the things I have seen in the last few hours.

I close my eyes and wait for the next person to die, praying that it is me. My prayers were denied when I heard the screams. I open my eyes and look to my left to see the 2 boy getting attacked by what looks like genetically enhanced beetles. They are crawling over every inch of his body and pinching him. No doubt the capitol is having a field day with this new horror. I wonder what is so painful. Is it just the sheer horror of knowing your death is imminent? The pinching of razor sharp pincers over every inch of your body? Poison entering his body by each excruciating bite? Or is it all of the above.

I shut my eyes and cover my ears with my hands trying to drown out his screams. I can feel the tears coming again and I begin to sob uncontrollably. I can't take it! Not another second of this agony! I still hear the screams piercing my ears like knives and embedding itself into my memory permanently. At last, the screams stop and the cannon booms. I continue to cry and wait for the gamemakers to kill the rest of us.

I look around and see who is left among the rest of us. I see the 4 girl to my left and the boy from 10 both cowering upon their plates. They both look so innocent and helpless and scared. I don't want them to die, and if they do, I don't want it to be painfully. That's when it hits me.

They want a lone Victor. One person to have outlived everyone else. What would they do if they didn't get their winner? Then it shows that we aren't subject to their tyranny. So I do what would have been unthinkable earlier this morning.

I swallow my tears and hold back what I don't want to do., but must be done. For sure, the Capitol must have a camera on me waiting to see what I am planning on doing. I walk over to the Cornucopia and look around me. I see weapons everywhere. Backpacks, tents, everything needed to keep someone alive in this arena. I go to the weapons, and grab an ax. I practiced with an ax during training and I have an idea what I am doing.

I walk over to the 10 boy who is still crying his eyes out and doesn't even hear me as I walk over to me. I stop in front of him and he looks up at me with a pair of big brown eyes that expel innocence. He see's the ax in my hand and his face falls back into his hands.

"I'm sorry," I whisper before I bring the ax down into his skull. The sound is sickening and the feeling of the cold metal sinking into hard bone just makes me want to puke. The cannon rings out and I know he is dead. There are only two of us left now.

I pull the bloody ax out of his head and throw it as far away from him as I can. I turn around and see the 4 girl looking at me. She was the one who started this whole idea. The mastermind behind this rebellion being broadcasted to the entire world. I can see the betrayal in her eyes. She is looking at me with pure resentment. She is silently asking me "why?"

I go back to the Cornucopia and grab one knife. And slowly make my way to her. Even in the dark of the night, throughout all of this turmoil, she looks beautiful. I walk over to her.

"Do it!" She hisses at me. She wants me to kill her. She thinks I'm some sick twisted part in their Game. I just stand their, to ashamed of what I am about to do. When she is still alive she looks up at me in a questioning face. Then it dawns upon her. In some weird way, she knows what I am going to do. I think that she wishes that it was her that would be wielding the knife. The one that would cut the Capitol and tear them to pieces.

"Don't become what they want you to be." She says quietly but confidently. I look up and look her straight in the eye.

I nod my head, and say, "I won't!" Then I do what I was so terrified to do a minute ago, I do in confidence. I bring my knife down into the girl's neck. She doesn't scream as the blade pierces her skin, but instead releases a smile and a small laugh. Her cannon booms, pronouncing her dead.

But before I can be announced as the Victor of the 3rd annual Hunger Games, I pull the knife out of her neck and plunge it into my heart. I instantly feel the life leaving my body. I know what I am doing, and hopefully my parent's will understand. I hope the world will understand what is happening.

I see the sun break the horizon, and then my sight goes blank for a moment, then my cannon booms.