Johanna: Killer
She had won the Hunger Games at fifteen years of age, not unheard of, but not usual. What was unusual was that she was a girl from District 7 with a training score of 2. She was the girl who had fooled Panem, the weak girl who had burst into tears when she had been reaped. Until she had gotten that axe in her hand, then she was dangerous, killing everyone who stood in her way. She had gotten out of the arena, much to the surprise of her family, mentor, and all of Panem.
Everyone has assumed it was an act, that she acted all weak and helpless so that no other tribute would pay her any mind. Several other tributes had used that plan in the past but none of them had pulled it off as well as she had. She believed that part of that was because a few out of the thousands of tears she had cried were real. She didn't want to fight in the Games, she didn't want to kill, but she would if she had too.
But one thing she had refused to do was let Snow sell her and she paid the price dearly for it. Everyone she had ever cared about was gone, what was the point of life if there was no one to share it with? She now spent her days acting tough and pretending that she didn't care about anything or anyone.
She had never gotten her tributes through the Games, all of them were too weak or stupid to do it. It was better that way, they didn't have to live the life she did. The worst part was the families kept glaring at her and one man even went as far as telling her exactly what he thought of her. She hated each and every one of them, they didn't understand, if they knew they would leave her alone. Soon the tough exterior she had hid behind slowly became who she was, the tough girl who didn't care about who she hurt.
That the rebellion started, she had know several people who had died for the sake of rebellion. What shocked her was how much that had bothered her, other victors who she had mentored with for years. Even her mentor who had given up on her years before, It didn't matter if that was her plan, he still shouldn't have given up on her. The rebellion was won but it was much like the victory of her Games, bitter. The cost was high, too many people were lost, this time she found she truly didn't care. The torture and her life had hardened her, there was no saving her. The girl she used to be was gone, died with her family. Nobody loved her, she longed for the feel of her mothers hand on her forehead when she was sick. She missed the teasing of her brothers, she missed being a normal girl.
She was a killer, not a murderer, a killer. She keeps reminding herself there was a difference.
Thank you to OfMockingjaysAndPrimroses for being my first and only (so far) reviewer any imput at all from anybody would be awesome.