Alone d4 (open)

Death. Was it really losing your life, or beginning it. This thought occured to me at least once a day. I remember watching my brother. I never talk about him, but I had to, watch him starve. Watch him murdered, by a mere mistake that was never supposed to be. I remember the 53rd games. [blue]"lets move out, To the cornucopia now, faster, faster, faster,"[/blue]I can almost here the boy from district 2 yell at my brother. They were the only career tributes left. lava was pouring from the volcano on it's way towards the two. Then there was a cannon, that was only faintly heard over the scream of the two. They now weren't thinking of there survival, they were thinking of the others.

Just the night before they had shared stories about there family, and that there was enough to put a bond between them that would make it hard for one to kill the other. They knew if they were seperated they would both lose there life. They-without speaking a word-clasped hands, and ran for there lives. It kept getting harder and harder to run. The heat was becoming more and more unbearable. The lava then retracted, it was over, or so they thought. They let go of each other, just then the anthem blared. All that was left was them the district 5 male, the district 8 female, and the district 9 female. after the anthem they both fell into a restless sleep, and as they awoke there was a huge gap between them. An earthquake had happened.

He saw an axe flying through the air, He shut his eyes and then heard a cannon. He felt blood splatter on his face, which he found had flown from the other side of the gap, the district 2 boy was now on his knee's bleeding, district 9 girl behind him. the boy managed the pull up of a hand, meaning goodbye, and my brother whispered bye. The boy fell over dead, and my brother, without thinking twice, jumped into the gap, 2 cannons fired.

I feel a restrain, a feel of death. I flashback into reality and realize I am underwater, and cannot breathe. I come above the surface gasping. The water glistens on my bright blonde hair in the morning light. A fog is blocking his view of the district beyond him. [Blue]"Oh......name......can...call...if you want"[/blue] I hear in the distance. It's unsafe for people to be out here at this late hour, even I have to force myself outside in the morning. I begin to walk toward the noise precautiosly to check things out. What I find are 2 girls.