The Hunger games: Misty

The battle

I wander around aimlessly, but staying close to the cliff edge. I had a plan.

Glimmer or Cato will find me. There will be a fight and I may not come out alive. Anyway, if she shoots an arrow at me I will duck and it will go flying into the forcefield, bouncing back up and wounding her. I'll have to kill her then, the thing I dread.

The same thing will happen with Cato and his sword. Although I think he lost it in the woods, which is good as well.

So I could get out alive.

Maybe...

If I tried.

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I can hear screaming and thudding when I wake up, so I scamper up a tree. Both Glimmer and Cato are fighting each other, very near. If I'm lucky, one will finish off the other.

I don't look, in case they see me.

I don't have a choice though, when an arrow narrowly misses my leg. I pray that Glimmer simply fired it the wrong way but as usual, I'm wrong.

"Hey Ice Princess!" She yells. "Long time no see, eh? Why don't you help me finish him off".

I peek between the branches and wish that I hadn't.

Cato's leg has deep, deep cits. Glimmer's used a knife on him, these wounds could kill him in about an hour. He's losing too much blood.

Cato....Cato who saved me from Thresh, Cato who liked my dress, Cato who admired my skills, Cato who helped me escape from certain death so many times.

He was a brute, but he still cared a little. Yet now he was dying.

I lunge myself at Glimmer and she shrieks as she lands on the ground. Her quiver of arrows is underneath her and so long as I keep her down, she can't use her bow and arrows.

I take a knife from my jacket pocket, a cruel sharp one with a twisted blade.

I feel like Clove, knowing this knife is a killer. Respecting what it can do. Relishing the revenge it will be used for.

I feel like Cato, wanting to kill. Revenge is a dish best served cold. I want to kill and nothing will stop me from doing that.

I feel like Megann, wanting to survive, go home.

I feel like Prim, vulnerable and scared for what will happen next. What my family will think.

I feel like Misty, the Ice Princess, the cold blooded killer, district 12 victor, the shy twelve year old, the Capitol fearer.

I trace the veins in Glimmer's wrist with the tip of the knife. She struggles, fear in her eyes. Good.

This is my revenge.

Next I gently pierce her palm and a trickle of blood pours down her arm.

I'm about to do it again, on her other hand but something abruptly stops me.

I'm a shy, quiet, Capitol-fearing twelve year old! Why am I thinking like this!?

Glimmer can tell I've loosened my grip and that's all she needs. She darts up, loading her arrow.

Not quick enough.

My knife pierces her heart and her eyes glaze over as she drops to the floor.

I look at Cato, groaning, half-dead.

"Please....do it". He whispers hoarsely.

So I do.

That's the last time I will ever use that knife.