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A story of betrayal! Idea granted by Pinneappletampoline! Don't get me wrong, I still have plenty of ideas. But, if you give me an idea, I feel compelled to write it.^^


Dulicit Harrow (Age 15) male – District 11

I never understood why they trusted me. Why they are letting me guard them as they sleep. Silly, all I said was that I would look over them. There is always the chance that they aren't fully asleep, as I never am when they guard. Or maybe they don't think that a scrawny little fifteen-year-old from eleven means them any harm. It was a last minute decision to join the Careers. I almost lost my life in the negotiation.

If I guarded them as they slept, made sure to wake them at danger, they would let me live. All I had to do was swear my life to that. I had to say that I would do them no harm. So I swore on my life. The problem for them is that to me, those are just words. Just words that supposedly have a greater meaning, but to me it is just sound. I find if foolish to believe what people say. Humans are not a species to be trusted.

I stare up at the stars. They seem too bright and happy to belong here, in this place of death. Maybe they promise what is to come, happiness. I watch the dancing light, but find myself unable to stare for too long; I can't distract myself from the task for too long. I turn back to the sleeping Careers. I have waited three hours until I was sure they entered deep sleep. I need to make sure that my deed would be able to be completed.

They were still asleep. One was snoring, but I knew that one could be on the border of reality and dream. As an experiment, I whispered, "Wake up." Waiting a few seconds, I find that my words have no effect on them. My mouth twitches into a smile. My thin fingers constrict around the hilt of my knife. Slowly I stand up, and slither to my first victim.

I crouch to my knees and lean over the beautiful girl from One. Her curly, golden hair encircles her head in a halo. It seems odd to me, for I have seen this girl kill, and she was anything but an angel. I think of the little red-headed girl fall to the arrow, and my knife slides across her neck. I grit my teeth, and prepare to flee; but the girl makes no noise. She is dead, and I can move to the next. I think that it is the thought of the little girl dying at her hands, but I feel no regret for ending this girl. I stand up, and I hear the cannon fire. My eyes open widely.

I had forgotten about the cannon. I look around, scanning the opening in a mere two seconds. Two seconds that I could have used to flee. The others are opening their eyes; they realize what happened. I let out a ragged breath that should belong to an old man at the end of his life, and turn to run. It seems that I am imprisoned in molasses. I can't run fast enough to escape the heavy arm that wraps around my neck.

In a blur, I'm flung to the ground. I look up and I see myself surrounded by the three Careers that remain. My breathing if rapid and heavy and I now think that there is a possibility that I will die of oxygen deprivation. I'm blinking just as rapid, maybe something in me believes that one time I will open my eyes and they won't be there. They are talking, but I can't comprehend their words. I'm frozen in fear.

The District One boy scrunches his face in distaste and raises his spear. When it drops, it impales my heart, stopping my breathing, and my eyes get one last glimpse of the stars before they close permanently.


Ok, I hope you enjoyed!!! Thank you to Pinneappletrampoline (sorry if I spell your name wrong...but it is long), Choco13, Realityshowfan, and Lunapadma for reviewing! And thank you to everyone who has read thus far! Please review!!! I like reading reviews!!!^^