-pant, pant, pant- "I think I lost them." I said quietly, although I don't think it made any difference. I mean I'm panting so hard people
can hear me like a mile away. Oh and by the way it was those dogs that were chasing me. I think Katniss was thinking the same thing I
did when she was looking at those dogs from a safe distance, there's no way to tell what she thought now, but I think they were the
former tributes. I can hear Cato screaming now for the third time in this hour(still cursing). He's getting closer, I can tell. Wait he
stopped. He's near the creek. Good now they're putting the setting in this arena back to morning.
"WHO'S STILL IN THIS ARENA!!?? WHEN I FIND YOU I WILL KILL YOU SLOWLY AND PAINFULLY LISTENING TO YOU
SCREAMING THEN WHEN THE SPEAR PUNCTURES YOUR HEART I WILL LAUGH, LAUGH MY HEAD OFF!!!!!!!! GOT THAT BITCH!!!!!?" Cato screamed so loud the walls in the arena shook.
"Gosh Cato chill." I muttered under my breath.
He must really want to get out if here,
or he just likes killing people. Wait I
think I hear Cato chocking. Yes!!!! HE
IS!!!! He just got stung in the neck by
about 20 tracker-jackers. He's falling
down now. He's taking his last breath
(I think). I think those might be the
same ones that killed glimmer. I don't
think he's breathing, I mean his chest
isn't moving. Ok I'm going to approach
Him slowly. His eyes are open and he's
not breathing, but that jet thingy hasn't
come by yet. I got his spear. Whoosh!
Straight through his heart.
Now I hear the Capitol announcer,
"Ladies and gentlemen, your 74 annual
Hunger Games winner Rue!"
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And the Winner is...
FanfictionThis is my twisted story of who really won the hunger games, or at least who I might have wanted to win.