Aftermath (Hunger Games fanficish)

Chapter 7

She gives a evil smile, as I slowly begin to climb down. She does not seem to notice my hiden knife. A rustle in the bushes, is my savior, when she turns her head to see if another tribute is lurking, ploting to kill. It gives me just enough time to swiftly and soundlessly move to the base branches of the tree. I let my arms hang, pulling myself outwards, so when she turns back, my daggers of eyes pierce her skull.

"You said you wanted me to come down." I say.

I swing my arm, to colide with the skin where her neck meets her jaw. But my knife was in the clenched fist. She is dead before her bright red blood splatters on the ground.

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I gather up her stuff-a pack, and MY ax- before leaving the sight of her grousom death. I switch the knife in my hand out for the fimilar feel of my ax. It is all metal, so heavier then my wooden handled ax back home. It it then that I promise myself that I will feel that smooth wooden comfort again. That I will smell the fresh air of district 7 again. That I will hear the heavy clunck of my boots on the wooden floors of my house again. That I will taste my mother's pie again. That I will make a mixture of forest herbs for my brother's hang over again. That I will hold my sister in a warm, safe embrace again. And protect her. That I will go home. And I will do anything to get there.