"Why do they call her Jack the Ripper?"
Serabella Chambers, seventeen years old in the seventieth hunger games. When she volunteered for her little sister, Annabella Cresta. Running through the crowd to save her life desperately.
"Well she murdered...
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The first one I was going to kill was Melody. I looked at the blonde woman in the eyes as I noticed the fact I was going to leave her bathed and blooded in her own fresh hot blood, she would be covered in the blood that Saron had been spared on. The person whom Saron had been murdered by, the accomplice to the murder. She did nothing. She stood by and watched one of my best friends in the world die.
Melody was passed out on the grass, she had her closed eyes, she had her hair falling down. When I grabbed my spear, I felt the tight metal between my fingers, I smelt the stony anxiety that she was going to feel, but I'd make it pretty nippy and straightforward, I felt almost sorry for her. That guilt was indeed consuming her.
I knew she probably had siblings, she had parents but she should've thought about them before she murdered my friend. Before she murdered someone who had siblings, someone who had parents, someone who had their whole life ahead of them and was stolen by people who were doing this for revenge. For no other reason.
I walked over to the blonde District 1 girl and I stuck the spear into her chest, she died instantly, the cannon shot. Which I was glad about but I really wanted the public to feel it, I wanted them to know that I was brutal and that I indeed had no soul for people who didn't deserve it. people who would kill the people I loved, I wanted them to pay.
Melody was dead, the spear had rooted itself through her heart, cut off all the main arteries and she died instantly. I grabbed her by the throat. "Hollie, I need some rope."
Hollie did as I requested, we tied her up in the tree. She hung from there, her hands stretched out and her head down. I splattered her in her own blood, I wrote in the blood who had done this to her, so everyone back at home knew. they knew that she had genuinely deserved to die, that her death was because of Saron. I was avenging the person I cared about so much. The way he begged for my life.
The way he begged them not to kill him.
It made me so irate.
And they did it anyway! I kept one of the hunting knives in her chest, so it looked like I hadn't even bothered to remove it from her chest.
The next was Apollo, I had decided that I was going to kill him in a little more brutal way. he laughed and mocked him. I looked at the blonde asshole who I was so dying to kill, the blonde man that had taken someone from me I knew he felt no remorse in killing one of the people I loved most in this arena, he simply just gave the gun to Brax.
I knew him; I knew who he was. They were all the same from District 1; what an honour it was to serve for their district, how noble and courageous they were. I swear, they go to District 12 and they will not get the same response. He is simply a coward hiding behind the mentors that trained him.
And for that, he will die.
I saw Saron begging for his life in front of this man. this brute of a man, with his lanky frame, with his jet blonde hair, with his taunting eyes that made him look like he was some kind of superiority over people when he really wasn't. He was just the kind of person who was going to die in the hands of someone he thought he trusted.
