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Yoshi Onyx (Age 13) male – District 8
My brother is two years older than me; he could have volunteered to take my place. But no, he decided to watch his baby brother go to his death. I hope he feels guilty if I die. I hope he feels that it is his entire fault. I guess I can't blame him though; I would have done the exact same thing had I been in his place. Call me selfish, but that doesn't stop me from being pissed.
I huddle myself closer together in the thorny brush. At this point, there aren't enough tributes that can make it into here. They are all too big, and they would shred their skin in the process. Well, except maybe that girl from three. I really do want to find out how she has made it this far; the stuttering girl never even finished her own sentences. I didn't consider her a threat at first, but maybe I should start.
I need water though, my bottle being nearly empty. There is a spring near where I stay. In my small alcove, I flip myself so I can crawl through the even smaller tunnel, out into the opening. I crawl with my head down, and once I reach where the opening should be, I feel a zap. Not powerful enough to kill me, but enough to make me jump into the top of the tunnel and poke myself.
I look towards the opening and see it covered with wire. It would be thin enough to break through; had it not been electrocuted. The District 3 girl is sitting on a falling log, watching curiously while her mousy brown hair is everywhere. She has a knife in her hand. She looks about thirteen to me, the same age that I am.
No one would have known that I was hiding here. I covered my footprints, took exaggerated routes to the spring; I had done everything necessary to make sure that no one would be able to find my hiding spot. So who figured out, and how? I would personally like to know.
I look around the clearing. No one else is present. "Please, can you help me get out of here?" I ask, begging her to help. She just shakes her head in a jerking, childish manner. "Please, the person who built the trap will be back to finish me off at any moment."
The girl's eyes narrowed. "I built–" she said, but then cut off. I waited a minute, but she didn't continue. It was as if her mind had finished the sentence before she herself had spoken it, therefore making it so she thought that she completed her thought. I finish off her sentence by saying she was the one who built the trap.
I look around once more. "Come on, we 13-year-olds have to stick together! We are basically the youngest in the arena! No one else will look out for us aside ourselves!" Unfortunately, my negotiation skills have never been top-notch.
The girl smiles a crooked smile; her eyes gleaming with success. I fill with fear as she raises her knife. She walks towards me, and I try to back away, I try to retreat to my alcove. But I'm stuck. She is looking at me right through the wire now; directly towards my eyes.
"Sixteen." Is all that she says. And I know that I'm dead even before she throws the knife, skewering the wiring and my head. Let the guilt flood on, Azentin, this is your entire fault.
Hey you want to know a secret? The girl is Wiress. Though you could probably guess. Hehe. Yeah. :D Thanks for reading. Review! :D
