Katniss' POV
I'm struggling to breathe as I run through the strange woods. He's behind me. I can tell. His uneven pace sends all of the animals running along by me. I risk glancing back, then immediately regret it. His face is unrecognizable, with half of the skin on his face peeled off. He's bleeding, bad. His nose is broken, and his blonde hair is covered in mud, no, it's blood. In his right hand he holds a long silver knife, the one that was able to take down the mighty Cato. There's beautiful engravings on it, but it's been ruined by all of the deaths it's caused. It's killed almost everyone in this arena. Except for me. We are the only one's left. And I'm weapon less. I turn my head back and run even faster, he's gaining on me. This boy... he's a killing machine. A liar. A traitor. This makes me go even faster. I keep saying insults in my mind. Over and over. Repeating them. Until I can't run no more. My lungs are on fire, my legs are about to fall off, and my heart is beating so fast I'm afraid it's gonna pop out of my chest. Then I see it. The one thing that can save me. It's in the water. I sharply turn and run behind him, leaving him confused and baffled, until he follows me. Without thinking I jump into the water and begin swimming. I look into the water, but find it clouded with my dried up blood, hair that fell out, sweat, and mud. I dive under the surface, and open my eyes under the water, and see it. My bow. I grab it out of the water, but am terrified when I find out I only have one arrow left. Better make it count. I hear a splash. I'm about to die. I turn around, but see nothing. I keep circling, slowly crawling out of the water, and see no one. Wait, what the hell was that? Something just fell on my head. A leaf. I look up, slowly, and see him sitting in the tree. He has a strange smile on his face, he's insane. His knife is on his hand, and he's carelessly dangling it above my head. And he let's go. I step to the side, but it's not fast enough. I feel the knife swiftly slice open my skin, and warm blood runs down my face. It cut my ear. Bad. So bad that I don't even have an ear anymore. I stare in awe at the pool of blood surrounding my ear. I look up, just to see the boy jump from the tree. I could never forget the instinct I have, like a wild jungle cat, as I raise my loaded bow and point it directly at him. It's too late for him. His face changes from an insane smile to a horrified expression that is impossible to describe. He falls down on the arrow and it slides smoothly through him, piercing his cold black heart. I stare into his eyes, and freeze in terror. His face begins to turn purple, and as he struggles to breathe. He begins to cough and choke on blood, my arrow must have hit one of his lungs. I remain still every time his spit and blood falls on my face, until his blue eyes roll back into his head. I finally realize that my arms are shaking from holding his still warm body on my bow, and the second after I throw his body down in disgust, I pass out.
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