It Goes Around (oneshot)

The cool night air rushes to greet me. Back in District One, the night air used to calm me. Clear my mind. It was crisp and fresh and wonderful. But not here. Not in the Arena.
All around me, there is only stone. Stone ground, many caves, and giant stone figures jutting out of the ground at an odd angle. I hear a distant stream, or at least, I think I do. But the last time I chased a stream, I ended up going around in circles trying to find it, and came to the conclusion that it was a recording. It wasn't real.
I run faster, hearing my prey stumble and cry out. I'm getting closer.
I see a circle of rocks ahead, all jutting slightly inward, with a giant gap. That's where she runs. Bad move.
I hear her scream and smile, knowing my ally, Rodrain, has her cornered.
As I enter, I see her pressed against one of the stones, eyes wide with terror as she shakily held her knife out in front of her. Rodrain holds his long sword teasingly in front of her, his green eyes glinting like emeralds. I brush a few messy clumps of long black hair out of my eyes and step forward, knocking her knife aside.
She cries out, shrinking closer to the wall and downward, until she's sitting. Tears have started to stream down her cheeks. She's about thirteen, I can tell, although I don't remember her interview. I wish I did.
"P-please," she whimpers. "Don't hurt me!"
"We show no mercy," Rodrain growls, his voice scratches and rough. He moves the sword slightly closer.
The tears are like waterfalls now, and her entire thin body shakes as she sobs.
"You shouldn't have done it," I say angrily. "You shouldn't have killed him. Then, maybe we would've let you live."
"But I didn't kill him," she wails. "I swear!"
And then she bursts into tears again.
"I know you did!" I snap. "I just know it! He was my little brother, and you killed him!"
"No," she wails. "No."
"Victors don't cry," Rodrain says roughly.
"I'm not a victor," she says, and locks eyes with me through her tears. "I'm a little girl."
Minutes later, she lays unmoving on the ground.
I look at Rodrain, and he smiles wickedly back. "You've done it, Krow."
I smile back, and it's partly insane. "I know. Now, we should clear out."
I turn around and begin to walk forward, but don't hear his footsteps behind me. "Rodrain?"
Suddenly, pain explodes in my back, and I drop to the ground, screeching in pain. I feel the knife and try to pull it out, but it's too late.
Rodrain smiles cruelly at me. "Poor, poor Purenessa. You trusted me far to easily. But that was a big mistake."
"Backstabber!" I choke out.
"Ah, yes," he says. "I have no doubt that is your last word you will ever speak. I hope you are proud."
I glare at him and prove him wrong. "My... name... is... Krow. And I am immortal."
He raises his eyes at me, but that awful smile remains.
"Oh, and by the way," he says, beginning to clear out. "That little girl didn't kill your brother. I did."
And then my look of horror becomes eternal.

The winner of the 39th Annual Hunger Games was Rodrain Hacken, District 2.