Looks like this story is coming to a close. Now for the epic final battle. I do not own Hunger Games. Thresh's POV
The look on the girl from district twelve's face is a mixture of horror, guilt, fear, sorrow, and rage. I won't forgive her, not ever. Not after what has happened to Rue. "You killed her." I tell the girl, I won't let her say she didn't mean to, that it was just an accident, that it was Rue's choice to dive in front of the arrow. For a moment the girl and I frozen in time both staring at our dying district partners, until the sound of one cannon, then another breaks the silence.
I can understand Rue's actions, that Katniss girl and I both having saved her life on different occasions. By taking the arrow herself she was betraying Katniss, but if she hadn't must have thought she would be betraying me; an impossible choice to make. I still cannot believe what she said about loving me, to me she was kind of like a kid sister; but unlike my real sister she was so vulnerable... I will avenge Rue's death.
I won't allow the girl the distance she needs to use her bow, in fact the first thing I do is knock it out of her hands. Frantically, she pulls a knife from her belt; rage and the desire for vengeance flickers in her eyes. "You killed him." She says as if in response to my earlier statement, I don't car how much he meant to her, but hell what is there left to care for anymore? my family? they'll manage without me. My friends? I have none left. The only thing that matters now is avenging Rue.
The girl swipes at me with her knife, I easily dodge her attack. I won't go easy on her; I pull out a weapon of my own, I knife like her's, so we're equal in weaponry. But, unfortunately for here, she is nowhere near equal to me in terms of physical strength. Within seconds I have knocked her down, I point my knife at her face, there's something I have to know. "If you had seen that little girl dive in front of your bow before you shot, would you have still let the arrow fly?"
Eyes wide in terror she cannot hope to hide, she shakes her head. But I'm not done, there's still more I need to ask her while she still breaths. "Do you think that lessens your guilt?" I stare down at her, curious if she will respond to the last question she will ever be asked with a motion of the head or with spoken words. It seems she wants her family to hear her voice one last time, for she opens her mouth.
"Nothing could ever make my guilt lessen in the slightest, I am a murderer."
At least she know how deserving she is when I plunge my knife into her throat, after one last attempt at breath which produces a terrible gurgling sound, The cannon announcing the death of Katniss Everdeen sounds. I am drenched in her blood when the aircraft picks me up, and it only dawns on me then that I am the victor of the 74th Hunger Games.
Life is almost dull back in district eleven without working in the fields, not that I miss it in the slightest. The sound of singing in the orchards is gone now, just one more thing the capitol has taken from us, I never fully appreciated it before but now that it's gone I kind of miss it.
Who'd have thought that one little girl would make such a difference in a such a large district? I see one of Rue's sisters signing up for tesserae one day, something she would never've had to do if Rue had won the games. I slip a generous amount of coins into her pocket, careful not to be noticed; I still can't look any member of Rue's family in the eye, let alone talk to them.
I don't give a thought to the families of the tribute from other districts until the victory tour. Until I visit district twelve, that girl's district. I stare out at the countless faces, all eyes are on me, blaming me for their loss. A boy with fiery hatred burning beneath his gray eyes doesn't even give me the courtesy of pretending he isn't wishing me dead; a girl better dressed and cleaner than the rest of crowd can barely contain her sorrow; a man, presumably the father of the boy I killed, is stands calmly beside a scowling women who must be his wife, sorrow flickering only in his eyes.
I don't pity these people for their loss, for it is nothing compared to how the loss of Rue, one little girl, has effected my large district. That Katniss girl did not resemble her mother in the slightest, nor does she look like her sister; her sister bares a strange likeness to someone else though, someone lost in the arena like her sister. Rue, she reminds me of Rue. A fresh surge of fury surges through me, how could that girl have killed someone who had the same presence as her own little sister? I will never forgive her. Nor will I ever forget Rue.
That's all folks! looks like my tale has come to an end. Thank you for sticking with my story until the end. Reviews are appreciated.
~Tsubame-go
