The Hunger Lames

District 10 - male tribute- Ezra

That cruel career took my knife. He had been a couple pedestals down from me.

The first thing I saw when I looked inside the arena was that knife, and I knew I had to have a knife. After looking harder I saw similar ones, but that one was the closest to me. He had gotten there first and run off into the woods. He better make good use of it, otherwise I'll be even angrier than I am now.

I see another knife next to few boxes of food, but there isn't just one, there's a whole group of throwing knives.

I guess a knife would be my weapon of choice, but my only training is with dead cattle. Back in my District, my family owned a butcher shop. My dad was the only one who would actually butcher the meat, I just helped with transporting and storing it. On days where there were no deliveries and no shipments to the Capitol, I entertained myself by throwing knives at trees and other things. I actually got pretty good.

I collect the knives and look for my first kill. There's a girl with long blonde hair about fifty feet away digging through a box of food. This should be easy, she's fairly close and not moving a lot.

As I take a knife and get ready to throw, I almost feel bad that I'm about to take someone's life. I'm a little nervous, but how different can it be from slaughtering a cow?

I release the knife from my hand, but it slips on my sweat. I guess I was more nervous than I had thought. Instead of hitting the girl, the knife hits the cornucopia and bounces off and is coming straight at me.

Any normal person would duck out of the way, but instead I'm too much in shock of what has happened to move, and the knife hits me right in the heart. Whatever the odds were, they were not in my favor.