I'm the hunter. Not them. I will hunt them down. One by one. And then, rebel. The Capitol can't hurt me. They already did. But, there is still 19 of us. And I will prevail. I go out to the open, where I see a pile of supplies. It's the boys from 5,6, and 8, and the girls from 5,6,8 and 9. I see my oppurtunity. They are hanging out. It's 1 on 7, but I can do it. A twig breaks underneath my feet. The boy from 5 must have heard it and the group scatters. I lose sight of the boys, but the girls are still there. I shoot, 1,2,3,4. 4 shots, and 4 girls. I start running to retreive the arrows, but an arm wraps around my neck. I'm forced onto the ground. The hand turns me over. It's the boy from 5.
"You kill them?" he asks.
"Yes, sorry," I say. His grip is strengthening. I must be turning blue. I go limp. I think they think I'm dead. Or will be soon.
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The 100th Hunger Games
أدب الهواةThe Capitol is still burning. The arenas have been rebuilt, bigger, and more dangerous. The rebels are defeated, and the remaining survivors are either captured or left to die. It was Peeta's fault. I hate him. The ones captured are now let out for...
