Megara Wesson, District Two (18)
What a waste. When the platform rose and I saw the scratchy grass and skinny bushes all around me, I thought it was a dream come true. It was everything I'd worked all my life for. I saw the other Tributes watching me with terror in their eyes and I gloried in it, because they were right. I was coming for them all.
The Bloodbath was glorious chaos. I found my sword and found my target. The little girl from Five was trying to get to the water bottles inside the Cornucopia. I gave her what she deserved for being so weak and stupid. She dropped her loot when she saw me coming.
"No! Stop!" she screamed. She backed away until she tripped over a backpack and fell. She cringed and covered her face with her arms. "Daddy! Please, Daddy!"
Most of the Tributes ran. We only got six in the Bloodbath. The first night we got more. There was a big alliance of the farthest Districts. We cut through them like paper. The cannons shook the night and didn't stop until morning.
It was the perfect Arena. There was nowhere to hide. Tributes could only run when they saw us coming. But we were faster and we were stronger. I could watch the panic mount as they saw me getting closer. A vague premonition kept flashing in my head as I killed, but it didn't bother me.
It was an unexpected present to see a tiny boy hiding in a bush. I walked by his perch like I didn't see him, then snagged him by the collar and dragged him out. The sounds mixed as I did my work. First there was a gasp, then a thump as he hit the dirt. His high scream cut off as my blade slid into his throat, and there was a click as his spine severed. Then there was only the faintest drip as his blood leaked off my sword.
As I looked at him, I became aware that others were looking at me. The cameras were certainly on anyone who made a kill. Panem was watching me. I was the star of the show. I wondered what they thought as they saw me perform.
His father sees a monster that stole his son. His District sees the Grim Reaper who comes ever year. I didn't expect the thought to be troubling. He was weak. I was strong. It was the way of the world. I knew the Capitol loved me.
But the rest of Panem doesn't.
The rest of Panem was weak. They were cringing farmers who couldn't get the job done and couldn't bear the consequences. The ones in power loved me. I was their champion. I killed the boy below me as easily as tying my shoe. I killed him.
The Capitol loves me. Districts hate me. They do it for the same reason. Because I'm a murderer.
Murder. Only the weak thought it was always bad. But who is strong in Panem? The Capitol. The murderers. They killed us, too. It wasn't just the poorer Districts. The Dark Days split Panem into pieces and tore families apart. And that's what I did to the boy. I tore his family apart. The pain didn't end when he died. It only began. Panem's hero was what we all dreaded.
Everything was different after that. I knew the Capitol wasn't on my side after all, not after what I knew. I saw that when the others were gone, I was next. The people I thought were my friends all had a list in their heads, and I was on it somewhere. I wasn't one of them anymore, even if they didn't know it. I knew what we were doing, but I stayed with them. I was a coward. I didn't want to die. I didn't want done to me what I done to four other children.
Pray looked at me like I was the hero I used to think I was. She wanted me to teach her how I did it- how I became a monster. I told her the truth and her lip curled in contempt. I watched her back as she turned away, the ultimate insult where we were from. The Devil take her.
The Devil take me.
I accidentally switched Megara and Amazon, but I put Megara here so it would be easier for people to read her chapter. I shall switch them backa fter a few days.
The Wiki is still on, it's just slow going because it's complicated. I hope to get a link soon because I don't care if it isn't done. I just really want to see it.