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A/n: As always, the prompt is random. However, i'm sure you can guess which type of crime i feel strongly about from this... Enjoy!
41) Thresh – Knife
Of course, none of the tributes or the Capitol citizens knows about the scar on his chest. It wasn't too hard to hide it from the tributes – he wasn't exactly stripping every other second – and he didn't have a spare shirt to change into in the arena so that wasn't a problem either.
His mentor knew about the scar because his stylist had seen it. He could have told the truth when he was asked about it but, instead, he just said he'd gotten in the way of one of the harvesting blades when he was younger and this was the result of a lucky escape. His mentor seemed to accept that and looked slightly annoyed that they couldn't use it to their advantage in the interview.
The truth was nowhere near so pleasant. He had been eleven years old at the time and still living with his father and mother. His sister had been eight.
There was an argument. Of course there was – a day without an argument in the family was like a day where the sun rises in the south. Impossible, in other words. But this argument was different because his mother was shouting back. And his father was near a knife.
Thresh knew what was going to happen before his mother did. He didn't even think about it – he just pushed her out of the way. Startled, Thresh's father's arm jerked slightly and, instead of the death blow he had intended, a side cut was issued. Deep but if the bleeding was stopped quickly enough, not deadly.
That was the end of it. What had happened horrified his father so much that he realised the wickedness of his ways. He looked after his son, stopped shouting at his wife and they lived happily.
Wrong. That was the end which should have happened. What actually happened was that his father kicked Thresh out of the way and proceeded to plunge the knife into the torso of Thresh's mother. Then his father came to his senses and saw his son and his wife's body. He turned the knife on himself.
It was the worst day of Thresh's life. A day which only two people knew about – his grandmother and his sister. But it was a day which taught him something important: a knife is one of the most dangerous items anyone can have. People with knives do not see reason. They do not stop themselves. They simply continue causing destruction until they are stopped.
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The Knife girl has the Fire girl caught on the floor and is holding a knife over her. Thresh's heart quickens. He'd seen the way she used that knife earlier in the makes him sick to watch. But he can't just intervene-
"Forget it, District Twelve," Knife girl sneers. "We're going to kill you. Just like we did your pathetic little ally … what was her name? The one who hopped around in the trees? Rue? Well, first Rue, then you…"
He is drawn back to a knife being plunged into a screaming woman as his own chest streams with blood. Without realising it, he is running. Towards the knife. Towards his father. But this time, he is bigger and stronger. He picks her up as he couldn't do with him.
"What'd you do to that little girl? You kill her?"
But he already knows the answer. After all, she has a knife.