So, we all thought Rue's death was so sad, don't you wonder what Marvel thought about it? After all, he's the one who killed her. PLEASE REVIEW! Whether you want to say you liked it, or say how you think I could improve, PLEASE REVIEW! It means so much to me when you take time to tell me about my writing.

All the careers are gathered around our camp. Clove is throwing knives at a nearby tree, hitting the knotch that she thinks of as "Bullseye" every single time. Cato is taunting the District 4 about something, but I don't know what exactly.

Suddenly, Cato stops and stares up towards the leafy tops of the trees.

"What is it?" I ask.

"Look." Cato points to a thin trail of smoke that seeps up into the sky. I can't help but wonder who would be stupid enough to light a fire in broad daylight.

Clove walks over towards Cato and I to see the smoke. "Idiots," she breathes.

"Hey, Four," Cato stands and turns to the District Four boy. "You guard the camp, okay? Understand?"

The poor Four boy nods and stands up, surveying the woods as he holds onto his shotgun.

"C'mon, Marvel, we'll make whoever's fire that is sorry they were ever born!" Clove laughs wickedly. I must admit, she scares me.

Clove, Cato and I run through the forest looking for the fire. Suddenly, Clove grinds to a stop. She points through the trees and I see the small African American girl from District Eleven standing close to a giant bonfire. It's made of green wood, she's got to be super stupid, lighting a fire that can attract that much attention.

"Clove, do you have that net with you?" Cato asks.

"Yeah, do you think we could use it on her?" Clove replies.

"It's worth a try. Clove, you and I are going to get the net over her, Marvel you stab her. On three, okay?" He looks at us and we nod. "One, Two, Three."

We race towards the girl, Cato and Clove throw the net over her, just as they do, we hear an explosion coming from where we set up camp.

"The supplies!" Clove cries.

"Kill her Marvel, the get back to camp." Cato calls, and in a second, he and Clove are scurrying back to camp. That's when I realize, it must have all been a trap. Little District Eleven Girl must've allied herself with someone who was going to blow up our supplies while she distracted us. She's too clever for her own good, so without a doubt I stick my spear through her abdomen.

"Katniss! Katniss! Help me!" She screams.

Before I have any chance to get far away from her dying body, footsteps sound and The girl who scored an 11 in training, Everdeen, races towards her dying friend.

"Rue," the older girl, Katniss apparently, screams.

Katniss pulls out a knife and cuts the ropes of the net. Katniss hugs Rue and whispers something in her ear. Rue looks up at Katniss sorrowfully, then gestures to the spear, my spear, in her stomach.

Then, Katniss must realize what has happened, because she turns to me, looking up with a hatred burning in her eyes, and, without the hesitation I thought she would have, she shoots. I feel the arrow plunge into my heart. But the thought that repeats itself in my mind over and over and over again is not one of pain. It is not one of sadness that I will not become victor. No, it is the thought that I killed the innocent little girl. And as my eyes close that final time, it's all I can think.

I killed her. I killed her. I killed her.