Told you I would update soon. Lol.

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Dedicated: The Last opponent of Johanna Mason. Suggested by 3 people. It must be a new record:D

So, Choco13, who suggested it first.

Realityshowfan, who suggested a cocky Career trying to kill her.

And Kesoliai.


Octavian Falsen (Age 15) male – District 1

The crunching of pine below my feet is so loud that I think someone could hear it from miles around. I grin with pride. My blood stained sword drags in the dirt as I walk through the tall forest. I had just killed my partner, the boy from two. He didn't see it coming; my sword was plunged through his heart before he could blink. I let out a laugh. This is too easy. I have been in the arena for two weeks, and I have yet to find anything challenging. I have the bountiful supplies of the Careers, and all the Sponsors I could want on top of that. And, the last tribute left in the arena besides myself was the sniveling girl from 7. I don't know how she made it this far. Hell, she probably was crying so much she drowned everyone who tried to get near her! I reach my hand up and brush back my blond hair from my eyes. I'm still grinning.

This is much too easy. The last opponent left, and the only challenge is finding her. The reason I'm trying to be so loud is that I hope she will burst into tears once she hears me. Then I can find her. I let out another laugh. This is too easy. I will win without a fight, and then all eyes on Finnick Odair will move to me, the gorgeous fifteen-year-old Victor from District 1. I can already see the girls surrounding me, begging to get into my bed. All that stands in my way is that sniveling weakling from District 7, but I don't intend for her to live that much longer.

I pick up my pace, still making just as much noise, and listening for any sounds that should be foreign to the forest. I hear a twig snap under my foot again, and as I pick up my other foot, I hear another twig snap. It is a very soft noise, a noise made by something that is unwilling to be heard. I turn around, raising my sword as I do so. I manage to deflect the axe from hitting me in the chest, but it is redirected to my shoulder. For a second I feel nothing, my brain is working hard to connect all the pieces. A small girl in front of me with axes in both hands, my sword raised and ready to strike, the sticky warmth making its way down my shoulder, the giant geyser of blood on my shoulder, and the red axe lying to my right. And, in a second, everything clicks. I let out a blood-curling scream of pain and anger. I see the tip of the girls lip raise into a smile.

I recover my breath, my eyes burning with fury. "You." My voice is low and deep, and slightly raspy. I keep my sword held in a striking position. "Looks like you are quite the schizophrenic little girl. Oh, wait. I forgot District 7. Not the smartest apples in the tree, are you? My bad, I'll try to talk using words that you understand." Those words allow my grin to return to my face.

"And you are bequeathed with quite the sophomoric attitude. Oh wait, I forgot. District 1, right? Not the smartest cookies in the cookie jar, are you? My bad, I'll try to talk so you can keep up retard." My grin drops at the same time hers does. We are matching each other with scowling glares.

"What happened to the scared little girl act, huh bitch?" The girl stays in the same place, and I'm starting to think this is another act. There is no way that the District 7 girl can kill. This is too easy. The blood flow down my shoulder is staring to ease up, and I think that the cut wasn't too deep. It was just a lucky shot on her part.

"It was act. You do the math… and no. Despite all odds, two and two can't equal five, dumb ass." That pushed my patience. I raise my sword and start to do all the fancy tricks that my trainer taught me to intimidate my opponents. As I do this I glance towards the girl for a second, only to find her in a weird position. One of her hands is extended, while the other is behind her head. Suddenly I am pushed backwards by an invisible force. My breathing turns harsh, and I can't get up. My sword is far from my body, and I reach to my chest, where the pain is from. As I do, the girls head appears above me.

She kneels down, beside my head. "Who were you calling a bitch? Bitch." She takes another axe, and brings it down on my neck. What a bitch.


Okey-dokey then. ^^ Thanks for reading, and do revivew!!! Sorry for errors, but my computer has been a bit spazy lately. So if you see anything messed up tell me^^ Thanks for those who suggested it, and I will update soon!!!