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Let The Games Begin (Hunger Games Inspired)
I hear my heart beating inside of my chest.
Like a mockingjay's wings.
Sweat slides down the back of my neck.
I crouch down lower in the brush.
It was only a matter of time, before the Careers find me.
It's only a matter of time before they kill me off.
No-- I can do this.
I promised them I'd make it.
I had to make it.
"May the odds ever be in your favor!"
The words pound in my ears,
As I try my best to keep my breathing shallow.
Shallow and even.
Someone's coming.
I can hear their boots cruching over the leaves and sticks.
Just like back home, just like in District 12.
Hunting with Gale.
I can do this.
I tighten my grip on the bow.
I was not going down without a fight.
I had to make it out of here.
I had to make it out of here alive.
For my mother.
For Prim.
For Gale.
For Rue.
Even for Peeta (who may be dead by now, I do not know).
"You said she went this way."
It's Cato.
"She did-- We'll find her."
No you won't, I think to myself as they past by me.
I smile to myself but knew I wasn't out of the clear yet.
The Captiol demanded a game, a show.
Something to keep their amusement.
Which meant any moment.
Something could happen--
I look up hearing something.
And a fire ball smashes against the ground near my feet.
Great I was moving enough so they were going to flush me out of here.
I get on feet and move fast.
Not worried about Careers right now.
If they came after me, they were going to catch fire.
Catching fire?
Like I did at the Opening Ceremony.
When I became famous in the Captiol.
I run quickly fire balls falling around me.
The Girl on Fire.
How funny would that Gamemakers use this against me?
Not even funny...
Just wrong.
Sick and wrong.
What am I talking about?
What isn't sick and wrong?
I was running from fire balls that we're going to kill me if I stopped moving.
I was here.
When my sister should be.
But I saved her, only to die instead.
Not happening.
Looking down my mockingjay pin.
A sign of rebellion.
That the Captiol messed up.
I can do this.
I am Katniss Everdeen.
And I am the girl on fire.
Let the games begin!
Like a mockingjay's wings.
Sweat slides down the back of my neck.
I crouch down lower in the brush.
It was only a matter of time, before the Careers find me.
It's only a matter of time before they kill me off.
No-- I can do this.
I promised them I'd make it.
I had to make it.
"May the odds ever be in your favor!"
The words pound in my ears,
As I try my best to keep my breathing shallow.
Shallow and even.
Someone's coming.
I can hear their boots cruching over the leaves and sticks.
Just like back home, just like in District 12.
Hunting with Gale.
I can do this.
I tighten my grip on the bow.
I was not going down without a fight.
I had to make it out of here.
I had to make it out of here alive.
For my mother.
For Prim.
For Gale.
For Rue.
Even for Peeta (who may be dead by now, I do not know).
"You said she went this way."
It's Cato.
"She did-- We'll find her."
No you won't, I think to myself as they past by me.
I smile to myself but knew I wasn't out of the clear yet.
The Captiol demanded a game, a show.
Something to keep their amusement.
Which meant any moment.
Something could happen--
I look up hearing something.
And a fire ball smashes against the ground near my feet.
Great I was moving enough so they were going to flush me out of here.
I get on feet and move fast.
Not worried about Careers right now.
If they came after me, they were going to catch fire.
Catching fire?
Like I did at the Opening Ceremony.
When I became famous in the Captiol.
I run quickly fire balls falling around me.
The Girl on Fire.
How funny would that Gamemakers use this against me?
Not even funny...
Just wrong.
Sick and wrong.
What am I talking about?
What isn't sick and wrong?
I was running from fire balls that we're going to kill me if I stopped moving.
I was here.
When my sister should be.
But I saved her, only to die instead.
Not happening.
Looking down my mockingjay pin.
A sign of rebellion.
That the Captiol messed up.
I can do this.
I am Katniss Everdeen.
And I am the girl on fire.
Let the games begin!
Published 23rd Mar 2012
| Edited 29th Mar 2012
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