I dealt with the boy from 6 next. I realize that I will have an impressive list of deaths at my hands this year, and I won't die. I fall forward onto the boy, and we kiss, by accident. There's a knife in my back. The boy from 2 has crept up on me.
"You," he starts. I pulled the knife from my back, and it actually hit my pack. Lucky me. I stab him and he falls before clutching his wound. I turn back to the boy from 6.
"Sorry about that," I say. His reply is gurgled as a knife enters his heart. Two cannons fire.
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The 100th Hunger Games
FanfictionThe 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...
