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Samuel Stone: District One

The scene before Sam was like something from a movie. Like... a Frankenstein movie.

A hybrid creature, with  wings, a horn, sharp teeth, white fur and blood everywhere had backed  three tributes into a tight space. From where Sam was standing he could  see Sharpe, some boy called Finn and a girl he didn't know the name of  standing next to him. They were firing all they had at the creature; but  it looked like it wasn't doing much...

He weighed up his  options. He could leave them, it would probably be for the best -  afterall, it would be easier for him and he didn't really like that  Sharpe girl... he wouldn't care if she died. But, at the same time he  recognised Finn - a district 4 boy. Finn had helped Sam in training, he  was pretty sure of that. He certainly owed him, but enough to get  himself killed? No way.

However Sam had a hero  complex; he liked the limelight. He liked being liked and saving two  tributes could get viewers to sit up and take notice of him, if Sam  played the martyr, didn't people love a martyr? That was all it took,  Sam had decided.

The rabbit monster  hadn't seen Sam yet but Finn had. His eyes locked with Sam but Sam just  glared back, putting a finger to his lips. Pulling out his pistols Sam  scaled the wall next to him until he was high up on a ledge. He was  about on level with the creatures head. In that moment the strangest  thing overcame him.

Now not only did he  feel like he was watching a movie scene but he felt like he was the main  character; Sam felt like the hero. In this moment, in this second he  was about to leap onto this creature and fight it till it's death - Sam  smirked. He felt like Jack Sparrow.

Sam loaded his pistols,  brushed his hair out of his eyes and whistled. The creature whirled his  head round and snarled. Sam noticed the creature had an arrow in each of  its eyes, why did that seem familiar? No matter, the creature could  still hear him. Sam whistled again, "over here ugly!" The rabbit roared;  blood and the awful smell of rotting bodies met Sam but he refused to  let it phase him. This was it, this was his defining moment. "Okay  Beastie," Sam smirked, "let's dance."

Needing no more  persuasion Sam counted his lucky stars and leaped straight at the  creature. He clasped onto one of it's ears and the beast swung it's head  around violently, trying to shake him off. Sam held on fast, digging  his nails into it's flesh to pull himself up higher. The rabbit flapped  it's wings and writhed harder, now trying to smash Sam between it's body  and the surrounding cave walls - but Sam was having none of it.

Finally he reached the  monsters back and once there he clung on like a baby koala, trying to  avoid the flapping of it's leathery wings, and the thrashing of it's  jagged horn and nightmarish teeth. Sam managed to get his pistols out  and he started to fire down at the creature - it didn't do much though,  despite making it bleed, the creature was so big that a bullet must have  only left like a fly. Sam didn't regret it though; hell, this was fun.

"Samuel, catch!"

Sam looked down to find  Finn and that girl making their escape, however Finn had something in  his hand which he threw up to him. Maybe it was luck, or as Sam liked to  believe, his skills - but he caught the little thing and quickly  realised it was a spear. Clutching the spear in his sweaty and tired  hands Sam thrust it forward, just behind where the creatures horn was  sat. Blood sprayed everywhere but Sam didn't stop, he kept pushing and  pushing until finally he could get some leverage.

Then, with all his  strength he jumped up and grabbed the spear. It pulled it down and  pushed the horn out of the creatures head. It made an ungodly noise and  stumbled around violently, throwing Sam back and forth and back and  forth... he was sure he broke some bones. However as the horn feel from  the rabbit head, it fell at a point and the girl, Sharpe, who Sam had  all but forgotten about was in the wrong place at the wrong time. The  horn fell and impaled her; she looked like a human kebab.