In the night, a girl of district five walked out into the storm. It was thunder. Thunder meant electricity. That was good. District five powered all of Panem.
It was the dead of night. She knew that she should be in bed, with the games tomorrow.
Who cares?
Dressed in black, she slipped onto the stage where the reaping would be, and tossed a handful of papers into the bowl of names.
The lightning illuminated the sky ghostly and white, as if warning her not to mess with the odds of chance. The thunder boomed like a canon.
Was her image in the sky? Was that the canon of death in the games?
It coudn't happen. It couldn't. Electricity surged through her thoughts as she carefully plotted her revenge.
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