The 100th Hunger Games [currently being edited]

Arena: Day 3 - Rowanna on a Rampage

Rowanna Maple's POV

Sunlight streams through the thick branches I am perched on. Since I arrived in the woods last night I have not seen any sign of life apart from the animals scuttling through the bushes every so often. I guess the other tributes haven't found the forest on the other side of the arena, the forest, the lake, the countryside. Instead of that daft old city which suffocates you with even more heat and crumbles on you with its frail buildings.

However seeing as there are no tributes over here I must start trekking back towards the horrid city. I'm thirsty. Why don't you get some water from the lake, I hear you ask? I'm not thirsty for water, I'm thirsty for blood. I haven't had any kills so far and it's driving me insane. I had to depart the bloodbath quickly as the careers were prying to kill me; I couldn't take them all down - there's to many of them against one and I didn't have my precious axes then.

Of course, I do now. I stole them off that mad old guy - Lucas I think? He was staggering around with them as if he was blind. Probably drunk. I snatched them off him before he had a clue what was going on. I bent forwards ready for my first kill, but the careers spotted him and killed him themselves. Fortunately, I had got away before they could kill me too.

I hop down from my tree, securing my only pack tightly on my shoulders and grip my two freshly sharpened axes in my hand.

I run a hair through my long, sleek brown hair, it's so annoying that my dumb stylist didn't put it up, now it just gets in the way when I'm running. I wish I could cut it short, my mother never would let me. She insisted that I grew it long like hers. It is now down to my waist (it has almost never been cut).

I grin to myself as I stare at the glittering axes in my right hand. Cautious not hurt myself, I bring them closer to my head. With one fast movement, I slice off half of my hair into a cropped cut like a boys. I repeat the motions on the tiger side of my head.

By my feet lies my long strands if hair. I stuff them into my bag, it could leave traces and well, i can't really leave it behind can I?

I observe my new haircut in the mirror of the axes. It sticks out at odd angles, making me look like some wacky man, but at least it will be more practical.

I start to jog down through the shrubbery of the forest, checking my back every so often even though I know there isn't tributes around.

Holding my breath, I sliver behind a tree as I realise I was very wrong. Three tributes saunter into the clearing, obviously unaware of my presence.

Two of the girls must be twins, due to their identical features and the other tribute looks around forty. Probably felt sorry for the poor souls. Well, that'll soon be over.

The lady plonks down her pack and sits down beside it, staring into space. Her eyes look puffy and red, probably from mourning over some other pathetic ally. One of the twins sits down beside her and gives her a side hug and hugs the girl back gratefully. Bless.

The other twin remains standing.

"I'm going to go and hunt. The forest is roaming with creatures and we don't have much food left. I'll take the bow and arrow." The girl still standing says.

"Are you sure Marzia? Shall I come with you?" The other twin says.

"It's fine, Dixie. You stay with Nia - I'll be fine!" Marzia replies.

Marzia leaves the clearing, on the opposite end to me. Lucky for her otherwise she would be a dead little lamb.

I restrain myself from sprinting into the clearing and killing them both. I must wait for a little bit.