Normally, I don't like writing from the points of established characters, but since this was suggested by two people...
Disclaimer: I do not own Thresh or the Hunger Games.
Dedicated:
Marionettes and
Jack.
This is because Thresh is a Beast, and there is no way Cato could overcome him.
Thresh Gin (Age 17) male – District 11
I was going too fast. I should have seen. But, I was trying to get away, get far into the territory in which I was comfortable. I was going to fight; there was nothing else which I could have done. I took the District 2 backpack after I killed Knife Hand. As I was running through the field, I couldn't help but feel some regret. I let Fire Girl go. She was one more tribute who stood in the way of me and home. I should have killed her; then both she and her partner would be gone. All who were left would be Red Head and Ass Hole. But I couldn't; I needed to repay her for looking after the little girl.
I could have overlooked it, just killed her anyways. But that course of action would be wrong. It's like when my parents were killed, if the neighbors overlooked it, then my sister, grandmother and I would be dead. But they helped us. And we helped them, when one was sick, everyone would give them some coins for medicine. Those in the poor position learn to not be selfish. We relied on everyone for survival, and to neglect any kindness, no matter how nondescript, would be unforgivable. I didn't know Rue well, but in District 11, you always know a relative of someone, or an acquaintance.
Her older brother worked in the same fields as me; he died before she knew him. He was my best friend when I was six years old. If the Girl on Fire helped her, then I owed her a kindness back. And that debt was paid. But in that course, I lead to my own death. Or maybe if I never helped her the same would have happened. I was moving too fast. I wasn't paying attention to the tell-tale signs. The snake's venom was surging through my ankle before I had time to react.
I had stumbled to the ground, and as I did the snake slithered back to wherever it came from. I had made my way back to my clearing in the field. I set the packs unopened to one side and set my rock down. I took a few steps and stumbled to the ground. I managed to sit up, and I ripped off a portion of my shirt. I wrapped it tightly around my ankle; to keep the venom away for as long as I could. My vision had started to fuzz over, not by much, but I knew that the poison would be my end.
The next days I spent on the ground, passing in and out of consciousness. I wondered every minute where Ass Hole was, I knew that he was tracking me. Maybe he was still morning over his girlfriend, Knife Hand. I had a water canteen, and I kept drinking. But I didn't want to waste my strength moving over to the packs and searching through them. At some point it started to rain, and now I lay here, my numbed mind pounding to the rhythm of the droplets.
I didn't hear him coming. My mind was too far gone. I see the darkened figure move over me, and I try to get to my feet. I stumble back to my knees, and realize that I don't have my rock. I look up, and see him glaring at me with unmatched hate, moving slowly around my opening. The world is shaking around me, gazing in and out of focus. I try to get to my feet once more, but I don't have the strength. Surely he can tell something is wrong.
I'm panting; this small effort is killing me. I'm about to collapse back to the ground when he reaches forward and grabs me by the cuff of the neck. I feel my eyes roll limply in my sockets. "You killed her. You get what you deserve: A slow and painful death." I try to look at him, but fail.
"She killed her." I say, but there is no way anyone could understand the muffle of the words. I feel like I'm going to be sick. He shoves me back to the ground, and I feel relief. The pain of supporting my body is taken away. My eyes follow helplessly as he takes the two packs, and then he leaves. The wave of sickness returns and I fall back into unconsciousness. And slowly, the pattering of the rain fades away and the lightning is a distant light. My senses which haven't left yet fade away, and the sickening feeling goes away. Just another tribute who died, and just another tribute who wouldn't be missed. Another tribute who's absence will cause his family to starve.
Okay, that will be it for a while. I'm being suffocated in school, which, speaking of which, it is probably a bad idea to be procrastinating today... but whatever!!! Thanks for reading and please review!!! I hope you enjoyed!!! Tell me of any mistakes!!!
