Disclaimer: I do not own The Hunger Games. Yet.
Ok, this is how I imagine my friend would die in the Hunger Games. Excuse the language at the end, but that is probably what she would say.
Sparrow Anaira (Age 14) female – District 2
I look behind me for a second, but turn around just as quickly. I thought I heard something. It must just be my imagination though. It typically is. I tend to be paranoid when I'm in an arena with twelve others that are trying to kill me. I tend to recall the last conversation that I had with my best friend when I become paranoid, like I am now.
She had sat on the edge of the couch, looking at the ground, not saying anything. "Well?" I questioned. "Are you not going to try to tell me that I might make it back alive? That I have a chance to make it?" For a moment, I feel hopeful.
"Nope. No way. I'm not going to lie. You are going to die, no doubt. I'll probably put my money on the first hour. Knife through the throat. Yup, you're screwed. No point in being optimistic." I glare at Luray, my eyes squinting.
"You're not even going to try to say that I might make it? Or at least lie and say you're going to bet money on me winning, and once I get back, you will give me half of those winnings?" I say, even though I already know the answer.
"Nope. No point. You aren't ready yet. You haven't trained enough. Maybe you would have been in a few years; but until then you can't fight. I gotta go. Enjoy your death. Maybe it will be fast and painless. Doubt it though." She says this emotionlessly.
I jokingly punch her in the arm. "Wow, Luray. Thanks." For a moment she lets her facade slip, and I can see a hint of a smile for a second.
"What? It's true, and you know it. Bye." I glare as she leaves the room. Only Luray would do that; only Luray. But she wouldn't give me that act unless she thought that I had a chance of winning.
I'm guessing that she lost a good sum of money, if she was serious. I now made it past the first week in a half. I grinned. In your face, Luray. Maybe I did have a chance. I kept striding through the brush; it seems a new swing in my step.
I made it through the first week running with the Careers. Being from District 2, a common Career district, I was able to join the alliance easily. One night, when I was on watch in the meadow we had made our camp, I ran for it. Since then I have been thriving on my own. Of course I stole half of their supplies and destroyed the other half. I wouldn't just leave without injuring their chances.
I don't notice as I reenter that meadow. I don't notice as I step on one of the Career's stomach. Leave it to me to not pay attention. I look down; perhaps he did not notice my foot crushing his organs. I soon realize that I have no such luck. He is getting up; a deadly looking mace in his hand. Deviant's eyes were blinking open. Time to run.
I turn back to the forest and realize that I'm surrounded by Careers. Five are left. There is no way out. I'm trapped. If I run, I get a sharp, pokey object through my back. I'm starting to realize that Luray was right. I didn't have a chance. But… I might as well fight to the end. First to have some fun.
"Hey. How goes it? See you have been keeping alive since I last saw you. Barely. Any problems other than that?" I ask casually.
Deviant speaks, keeping his voice steady. "It goes okay. I have seemed to have recently developed a stomachache."
"Yeah, you should probably get some manganese. It is a natural laxative you know." I say with a grin.
"Not that kind of problem." He says icily.
"Well sorry. How should I know?"
"Because you caused it." He says while he starts to swing his mace. Uh-oh. "Any last words?"
As a response, I raise up my hands, as if I am surrendering. The unemotional faces of the Careers are staring at me confused. I lower two fingers on each side of the middle. They have a quintessential response: Rage fills their faces. I grin and take notice of my sword slung to my side. I try to figure how fast that I can reach for it.
While they are still either fuming or in shock about me flicking them off, I run for it. I grasp my sword and prepare to raise it to fight. The boy that I suggested laxatives to feels my blade first. I hear his cannon fire as I stick my sword into a girl that has appeared at my side. Yet another cannon.
I am in the middle of the two small ones when I feel spears simultaneously enter my back. I manage to turn to one and slit their throat before I fall to the ground. Surprisingly my face is directed to the sky. Using my last breath I yell out "Fuck you all!"
Ok! Sorry I haven't updated in forever, but I have a lot of hw, and exams are next week. In fact, I might not be able to update until mid-April. *gasps* Anyway, I have a lot of ideas that were given to me partially writen, but there isn't enough time in a day to edit them. I don't like to have too many errors. Thanks to Realityshowfan, LunaPadma, WritingIsLife8, Fishpony, mymockingjay, Safira Rue Mellark, Sir Edgar of Edgarton, and Life on a Cloud for reviewing and giving me ideas!!!
