What if Katniss never killed Marvel? What if district 12 was never meant to have a victor?
What if the 74th Hunger Games was meant to have a victor from district 1?
Marvel was once a nameless character in the first Hunger Games Movie and Book, but h...
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I slam my body to the ground, the arrow flies past and lodges itself into a tree beyond me.
I needed to get out of there, or else I would die. This would be the end, I wouldn't be able to see Jacob again. Ever.
I had no weapon, but she did. She screamed with rage and knocked another arrow to her bow and aimed.
I needed to run.
I dove to the right before sprinting as fast as I could. Her arrows flying after me, missing by barely a centimetre.
I ran all the way back to the stream. I ran even though I knew she wouldn't follow.
I killed her.
The young one. The 12 year old.
The image of my spear in her chest flickered through my mind.
No.
I didn't want to kill her, I wanted Katniss dead. It was supposed to be either me or Katniss.
Not her.
I felt like crying. Tears were swelling up in my eyes but I refused to let them fall. I can't be shown as weak to the audience.
I was in shock that I even made it out alive. Katniss must have been so fuelled with rage that her aim was too powerful and kept missing.
After a minute of sitting by the stream, I realise that there was a more important problem at hand.
Sure enough, the pile of supplies was destroyed. When I got back I saw the two of them kicking through the remains. But everything was destroyed.
Cato walked over to me,
"We heard the cannon, who did you kill?"
If it had been a week ago, I would have felt proud in the fact that he immediately assumed that it was me who killed someone. Not any of the hundreds of possibilities for someone's death.
But now... How could I take that as a compliment.
"The young one, district 11 girl. She was the one setting the bonfires."
I wouldn't tell them about Katniss; how I was so close to killing her. I couldn't be seen as a failure.
He nodded before gesturing towards the pile,
"We ran back as soon as we heard the explosion, but couldn't find the body of whoever set off the landmine. There was no cannon."
I noticed that Catos hands were bloody and parts of his hair looked as though they had been torn out.
I looked around at the mess, before speaking.
"Where's Ian?"
Clove scrunched her eyebrows together in her signature frown.
