Humanity- A Hunger Games fanfic

Part 13- THE HUNGER GAMES!!!!!!

(contains possibly triggering topics- suicidal thoughts)

Bruce and I find each other and smirk. Oh this will be fun. It's lots of little islands, separated by water. There's a reason we're behind the mouth of the cornucopia. This will be the easiest bloodbath we've ever been in so I'll make the most of it. There's backpacks strewn around on buoyancy rings, and luckily I know exactly what they're like, how they act, how heavy they are, how much weight they can carry. I'll swim right around, collecting all the backpacks, which are most likely waterproof. They wouldn't be that mean. I can swim fastest out of all of us probably, so there's an advantage. Most other districts can't swim so there's lowered risks. Once i've gotten what i want from the inside, i can come back to anything left. I'm so lucky i got picked for this year, if i was going to be picked at all. The only other time I can remember where the Cornucopia was surrounded by water was the 3rd Quarter Quell. I was 3 then.

It's boiling hot. I feel like I'm sizzling and about to burn to death, so why the outfits? We have to wait 60 seconds to leave. Usually it would explode if we get off beforehand but i don't know what would happen this year and i don't want to find out.

11. 10. 9.

I'm ready

7. 6. 5.

I'm built for this

3. 2. 1

The gong hits and I dive in like a dolphin. I'm father's little dolphin. The water is a neutral temperature with not many fish. I swim around the cornucopia island, picking up everyone else's backpacks and piling them onto a buoy. I get to the mouth and pick up all the other backpacks. There's no food or water crates. I knew there was a catch. In front of me is a display of knives. I drop the backpacks and take my pick, shoving as many as possible into a duffle bag to the side. I can hear someone behind me. Instinctively, I take a sword, kick backwards and spin around, swinging the sword with it, slitting the neck of the girl from district 12.

I throw the sword to the side, take the bags and run off, taking everything I see, loading them onto a buoy and swimming to the island with the woods. I sit on the beach and take off the jacket, watching the bloodbath. Then I realise. I just killed someone. Her life, gone. Her family is probably weeping and I don't know her name. And it happened so quickly, too. Just like that. A kick in the stomach, a swish of a sword, and an entire human being is just gone. I'm a monster. Everyone hates me now, especially my family. My family's watching the bloodbath now, hating me. My sister at school, vowing never to speak to me again. I'll get back and Panem will hate me as much as I hate myself right now. I'm a criminal. I broke the promise I gave myself. I killed her, and I don't even care. I don't even care. I only care about the repercussions. I'm a murderer, a killer. Thinking about it, it felt good in the second. No. No, I can't be like that. I refuse. I'm becoming like what i envisioned last night. A blood-hungry, cold-blooded killer. My worst nightmare. I should kill myself right now, it would be easier, and prevent the fate that's coming. I could, but it wouldn't be a good show. But who cares? I stand up with a knife and draw it back, pointing it at my stomach. I'm scared but i deserve it.

I know the cameras are on me. It's probably a split shot between me and the bloodbath. My shaky hand is about to plunge the knife into my stomach, like i was going to do last night. Now I understand what that meant. That was a prediction for now. I'm about to do it, continue the story. But something stops me. I drop the knife to the sand and sink to my knees, sobbing. I can't do this. I take my bags and run into the woods.

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I count the bags. 14. I empty the contents onto the forest floor and line the bags up in size order. There's a lot of stuff, and I'll go back for more after this. I put everything in each bag, smallest to largest, and check for space. There's one near the end of the line that does the job. It even fits the rest in if I fold everything tactically and fill bags and put them inside bags etc. I make more room by loading things into pockets, but once i've loaded the jacket i have to put it away again. As I'm making my way back, the cannons start. I count 9. One of them because of me. There must have been at least 1 person drowning. I get to the beach and check if the bag is waterproof, as i'm not sure if it was on a buoy or not. It is. I dive in and it feels like home.