The 23rd Annual Hunger Games

You know how no one believes you when you say you'll get revenge? WEll thats pretty stupid, because right now, I'm the most deadly thing in this arena. I know that it was more than just that girl who was trying to kill Finn, and I wont rest until every one of them is dead.

I'm not the same little girl I was when I came here, to the games. I'm stronger, and I'm deadly, and now I'm furious. It's like white hot anger is burning through my veins. I'm climbing through the mountains, searching for the other tributes.

And then the tears start flowing. He's dead. My brother, my only friend, is dead. who wouldn't cry?

"Hi sister. What's up?" I hear a voice. I look up to see... what? Dallton? No way!

"Dallton, aren't you..dead?" I ask, not trying to be rude.

"No, where'd you hear that? did big brother protect you from the truth? We left. You were both hopeless." he spat out the words. Okay, thats just mean.

"Really, Dallton? I threw a knife today, yeah, and it hit the girl in the center of her heart. I'd watch out." I say, twisting a knife in my hand. Now I know who my last tributes to kill are.

Lulu and Dallton.

I saw his smile fade a little. He should be scared, because right now, i'm numb. I feel nothing, and sometimes, nothing can be the most dangerous feeling.

"Yeah, well little sister, brother isn't here to save you now, is he?" he sneers, his cockyness is back.

"I dont need Finn to protect me, Dallton. I can handle myself, remember? Oh, maybe you dont, but I'm pretty visious. And i dont give a crap about you Dallton and i will plunge the knife into your bloody heart! So shut up!" I'm screaming and walking towards him, ready to throw my knife. I'm mad. How can he talk to me like that! Has he no resect? No, of course not, but I do. And it's not disrespectful to kill a jerk.

"Woah, Hadly, wanna say that again?" he askes. his face is a mask of cruelty, but in his eyes I see fear, and hatred. I feel bad, almost.

Almost.

"Dallton, would you mind If I killed you?" I ask him. I dont care what his answer is, but it was fun to toy with him.

He's shocked. "Yeah, I'd--I'd mind...Hadly?"

"I'm sorry then, please exccuse me." I start to walk away, then run quickly and plunge the knife into his back.

"OWWW!" he yelps in surprise.

"I'm sorry, D. Never turn you back on the enemy." I pull out my knife. What I don't see coming is that he has a sharp rock in his hand, and stabs me with it. I muffle a cry. He want's to see pain, and I'm not giving him that. However, when he digs it deeper, I smack him. Right in the cheek. That's gotta hurt. It knocks his hand off the rock, which I pull out of my arm and toss to the other side of the snowy feild.

He has tears running down his cheek. I have him in my grips, pinned on the ground.

"What is it Dalton?" i ask. if he's going to die, he might as well say something. Im sure the cameras are getting all of this. I was guessing he would say something like, i love my family, or even, goodbye, love you all, sorry.

What I didn't expect was for him to kiss me. It was like fire works. I never thought it woud be this wonderful.

"What?!?!?!?! Dallton?" I smack him again.

"I never got my first kiss." he mumbles.

"Neither did I.... I'm sorry, Dallton... your kiss was... nice." I say. He almost smiles, but I plunge the knife into his heart before he says anything.

So this is what love feels like? And when you loose it? Of course, Dallton wasn't the one my mother said I would meet someday.....

But wat about the fireworks....

Did I just kill my soulmate?