DISCLAIMER:
ME:I DO NOT OWN THE HUNGER GAMES, OR A CREDIT CARD FOR THAT MATTER
The knife trainer handed me a large curved katana blade, a large hooked machette knife. The moving target, a dummy the size of a kid, was on a track moving 20 miles an hour, I'd seen some of the other tributes trying to hit it but none had, the small kid sized dummy ran around the track its legs moving, it made me feel sick to my stomach knowing in a week that dummy could be a young child, i took the blade and hurled it about 13 feet infront of the target, slicing its legs off as it fell to the floor it caught on fire and the leather burned away reveiling the metal mechanism inside of it causing it to move. There was a silence everyone in the large rooms eyes where locked on me, i put down the other blade that was raised over my head ready to be thrown. I dropped it and it clattered to the floor, slowly in silence walked away from the station and walked over to willoe at the camoflauge station. She was pressed up against a fake bush i could only tell she was there from her peircing blue eyes. her eyes looked like a ball of dark blue exploded into tiny streaks lining a light blue circle in the middle of a white ocean.
