"Danica, I know you're there. Stop being such a coward, and come fight me!" I was filled with rage, sick of this desert wasteland. "Unless you're scared," I snarl. "Poor little Danica, too terrified to survive the Hunger Games."

There's a sharp stab of pain in my left shoulder, as a knife slices through the skin. "Who's weak now, Gunnar?" She digs the blade in deeper, leaving a jagged wound behind.

"You little monster, I'm going to kill you!" I flip over, taking the young girl with me. I manage to pin her down, knocking the weapon from her hand. "You never stood a chance against me."

"You're arrogant." She spits in my face, blood mixing with her saliva. "That'll be your downfall."

She frees one of her arms, reaching up to claw at my face. As I slap her hand away, she uses the distraction to shove her knee into my abdomen, Making me loosen my grip on her.

"You're blind, Gunnar." She scrambles to get up, looking for the knife I had knocked from her grasp. "You have no idea about the fallacy of our world."

"I'll enjoy ending your pathetic life, you weakling." Spotting the glinting metal of the knife, my blood splattering it, I lunge forward. Grabbing the weapon just in time to stab it into the little girl's neck.

I watch the life leave her eyes, as she chokes on her own blood. A smug satisfaction spreads through me, filling me with joy. The canon goes off, signaling Danica's death. I watch the blood pool around the girl from District 1, and wonder how she could have possibly been a Career.

Claudius Templesmith's voice rings through the desolate arena. "Let me present the victor of the forty-second Hunger Games, Gunnar Farley! The tribute of District Two!"