"KILL YOURSELF CAPITOL FREAK." I pounce at the young man and his friend who were about to exit the arena, with my sharp dagger in my tight grip. It had to be around midnight, maybe even later. I swing my blade at him like a rabid animal, but I miss. He should've known that if he entered the arena, that he won't be going back out. Stupid capitol scum, it's what they deserve. After I make a painful death for him, I'll make sure his friend gets an equally painful one. When I was about to stab him repeatedly with my knife, he slammed me a couple of feet across, with a wooden board. I grunt in pain, as I try to get back up on the ground, but the Capitol citizen sent the board straight at my head again. Then the board nails my head again, and again, and again until blood covered my eyes. Who would think that the person who I wanted to kill before the games would kill me? How ironic. Each slam to the head became more painful every time. I try to get back up to just do something to him, but I can't move or see. I lay helpless on the ground, with broken bones.
Screw you, Capitol, Was my last thought... ever. Then my life ends on the spot.
Placement: 14th
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Tribute Trials - The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes
FanfictionThis goes over the deaths of every tribute in the Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes. The book that this is based off of is created by Suzanne Collins. This WILL have spoilers along with some literary gore.
