Not Supposed To Be

~11

I looked around at the other tributes. Peeta was to my right and the girl from eight on my left. Cato was four tributes to my right. He was looking back at me. This time he wasn't smiling. I nodded my head at him then looked around the arena.

To my left was water. Fish! I smiled. I'll have no problem getting food once the career pack breaks, if I even live that long. Behind me was an open field that could hold anything. Finnick told me to stay out of the open, well that was before he knew I was with the careers. I should have went to dinner last night to get new strategy from him. The rest was a dense forest. That's where most of the tributes will hide, and were most of our hunting with be, more than just animals.

Ten seconds!

I surveyed the cornucopia. Weapons were spilled all over the field that closer to us the least valuable the item. About fifty yards in there was a ax sitting atop a large box with the sun glinting off it. That's mine. I position my feet and prepare to run. My heart starts to beat faster as the nervousness takes hold of me. My hands curl into fists to stop the shaking. I take one last deep breath as the gong rings out.

I spring from my platform and began my sprint towards the ax. All of my other senses stop working. Get to the ax. I kept telling myself as I ran. Once at the ax I picked it up and turned around. I was the first tribute to the horn. I didn't think I could run that fast.

Marvel appeared next to me hold spears in both hands. He dropped the one in his left and grabbed my arm. He raise his other and pointed that weapon at me. He draws his arm back and pulls me towards him. He's going to kill me.

He spun me behind him and the momentum caused me to swing out with my ax and buried itself in the gut of the girl from District 3. I let go of the ax as she slumped to the ground. Blood run from her mouth as she took her last breath. My first kill. I retrieved my ax with shaking hands and turned to Marvel. His spear was buried in the gut of the girl from 10. She laid on the ground holding a sharp knife. She was going to kill me, but Marvel saved me.

"Duck!" He yelled

His spear whistled past my head and stuck down the girl for 7. I bounded to my feet and swung my ax at the boy from 5. I slashed from right shoulder to gut and the boy coughed blood into my face. I took the knife from his hand as he fell and jammed it into my pocket.

The bloodbath was winding down. All that was left at the horn was the careers. I turned and walked to the opening of the horn when I saw the boy on the ground. It was Hector.  He held onto a sleeping bag. He throat was sliced open from ear to ear.

He never had a change in these games. None of those killed in the bloodbath had a change in these games. My hands started to shake again. I killed two people, with no hesitation. How did Finnick get through this, by not curling up in a ball wanting to cry.

"You're bleeding!" Cato said walking out of the cornucopia.

"It's not my blood."

He grabbed my chin softly and turned my head away from him. His fingers were covered callouses from holding and fighting with weapons for so long.

"Your cheek is bleeding. It's not bad though. Nice ax by the way."

"Let's clear out so they can get the bodies." Marvel said heading towards the lake.

The careers head towards the lake as I turned to Hector. I looked back at the careers and saw they weren't watching me. I bent down and closed Hector's eyes. 'I will kill you in the arena.' He never got the chance to, but he is still from my district, this is the least I could do for him.

As I walked towards the lake I stopped to pick up a backpack. While Finnick was with the careers and had the chance to look at the supplies he subtly began to collect items for once the pack broke up. I guess I'll do the same. Glimmer hated me from the start so I don't think I be here for long.

Once at the lake I knelt by the water and looked at my reflection. Blood cover the left side of my face, from when the boy from 5 spat it on me. My second kill. Cato was right my other cheek was bleeding. I plunged my hands into the water and began to clean the blood off my face. I then clean the blood off the ax and then went through the pack.

Inside the bright orange backpack was a thin sleeping bag, rope, flashlight, glasses, and an empty water bottle. Really? They couldn't fill up one simple water bottle. I signed and filled the bottle with water and add the iodine drops then sat it aside and watched the fish swim by.

I smiled.

I was always good at fishing. Unlike Finnick I never need a trident to fish. I was good with nets or catching them with my hands. Our father was always good at that.

The bush next to me began to move and I spring to my feet as I grabbed up my ax. Clove shouted my name as I jumped into the bush to knock the person down.

I hit a broad chest, but since I surprised them the fell backwards with a shout. It was a boy. I sat on his chest and put my ax at his throat.

"Brook!" It was Cato shouting.

He crashed through the bush as I got a good look at the person I was sitting on. It was Peeta, the boy from 12.