Castle
I could have been anything. I could have been a scientist, or an inventor. I could have been anything. But here I was, playing this damn game. That's all it was, a game. I was the castle in chess. I saw the solution to the problem and I would go straight there. I was in the games, I had to win. If I wanted to win, I would have to kill the opposition. I would squash the pawns into the mud. I would murder the knights and rooks. I would slash and slice at the king and queen. Check mate.
Living
Existing was good; I could deal with just being there. I didn't mind watching as life passed me by. If I shut my eyes, I could just pretend that life was going the way that I wanted to. If I just went along with what was said, I wouldn't have to get involved. I knew how much it could hurt if I tried to help. If I actually paid attention, I wouldn't be able to kill, I wouldn't survive. I just let my instincts fill my body and let the wild animal out to play. It was a cruel world.
Over
I had her life in my hands; it could be over very soon. Her eyelids could close over her eyes for one last time, or she could die with them open, I didn't care which. I just wanted it to be over.
This was it. I was going to die. "Cato!" he wouldn't come, he was too far away. It was over. I had lost. Whatever there was between us had dissolved. I was nothing anymore, just a forgotten tribute. Our love plan hadn't worked, it hadn't been done before, but 12 stole it from us. The game was over.
Vain
To put it simply, Glimmer was an idiot. She claimed to be good with a bow and arrow, she wasn't. Glimmer was more interested in keeping her hair straight then trying to stay alive. She would admire her reflection in the water while getting a drink. If she passed any reflective surface, she would have to stop and look at herself in it. I even caught her trying to glimpse herself in a glossy leaf. I was glad she was dead; there was no room for blonde, vain, idiots on our team. If only District 12 hadn't stolen the bow.
Edge
The knives gave me an edge. No one else could throw them like I could. No one else knew how to incapacitate the enemy but leave them alive for another few days, I could leave them writhing in pain, they would die without dignity. They would die in the dirt. That was what the games were about. You kill; you make the killing interesting to amuse yourself and the Capitol. If the Capitol was happy, you were less likely to have mutts set on you in the night. The knives gave me a steely edge, no one messed with me.
A/N: Hope you liked it, although it didn't turn out exactly as I would have liked :S Oh well, what can you do? I have a poll now :) Check it out, you can choose who I write about next. Please review, I love reviews xx