Mantra
He died with death on his mind. Kill her. He stalked through the forest on Clove's orders. Kill her. Kill her. She was small fry, Clove had said, it would be easy, Clove had told him. Kill her. He had argued; she wouldn't put up a fight; she would go down in one hit. Kill her. She had threatened him; she had been fishing in her pockets for a cruel knife as he made a hasty retreat into the trees. She had shouted to him, kill her. He caught her, she cried, he killed her. Kill her. Kill her. Killer.
Aloud
He didn't voice his opinions aloud; he voiced his opinions through his actions. An argument with his family? He could fix that in the boxing ring. A rejection by a girl? Nothing a good punch-up wouldn't solve. Glimmer liked the sound of her own voice far too much to be normal, she would whine and complain to everyone as they walked and she sniffled when they stopped to eat. It was almost a relief when she died, Marvel didn't feel anything about it even though he ought to have since he was her partner. But he didn't, and moved on.
Requirement
The Hunger Games required some sort of intelligence for you to survive, even a little common sense is essential for you to live. The girl from district 8 had lit a fire in the forest; that was just plain stupid. They had surrounded her within a matter of minutes, she barely had time to whimper before Cato had thumped her around the head and Clove stabbed her stomach. Marvel trod on her arm to break it for good measure. He smiled as the bone crunched under his foot and the girl's head jerked back. One kill closer to coming home.
Virtue
When Marvel was seven, he entered his first bout of sparring. He came home bloody and bruised but the boyish sparkle in his eyes was still there and still shining. He was being trained to become a murderer, but the innocence of his youth hadn't yet realised how serious this business was. He wasn't focussed on a future of slashing, stabbing and screaming; he just wanted to have another go at the boy who had knocked ten bells out of him at training. His mother congratulated him and his father patted him on the head before sending him to bed.
Entry
Arrow shot, boy hit, a man destroyed. She had shot him, he thought she wasn't as close; he wasn't ready to run away or to fight her. He was too busy trying to block a small girl screaming from his mind. The arrow entered the side of his neck and pierced through the other side. It shredded through flesh and muscle, ripping his windpipe and flooding his mouth with blood. He took a wheezing breath and pulled out the arrow to end life faster. The man that he was had been reduced to a cowardly boy who wanted to die.
Little
She was just a little girl. She was a little girl with little fingers and skinny arms and long dark hair. Why did Katniss want her alive? What did she have to gain by keeping the alliance? The girl had to die, and soon. Clove had sent me to kill her, she was only holding up the competition. She was an easy kill, a good stab to the head or the stomach should do it. It would hurt her, but what did it matter so long as it didn't hurt me? She had to die so that I could win.
A/N: Sheesh, that took a while to bang out, I'm sorry about the wait, but things don't appear to be letting up in the future either, so there's no set deadline for any future chapters, sorry D; But if you liked it, pleeeeeaaase review?