The adrenaline rushed within me. I stood there on the hard, metal circle, eager to elevate up to the arena. I reached into my back pocket and removed my rabbit’s foot. I could still smell the blood as I grasped it in my right hand. Gosh, what a wonderful smell it was. The scent seeped through my nostrils and gave me an even bigger rush. I was ready to kill. I was ready to make THEM bleed. I was ready to win. Suddenly, the ground beneath my feet started to rise and I was on my way up to the arena. It was pitch-black and I couldn’t see anything from inside my tube. It was cold, dark, and scary, and I loved it. Finally, I reached the surface. The sunlight hit me like a punch, and it took me awhile to readjust to the brightness. Soon, I was focused again and thirsty for some blood.

I glanced around at the other tributes. There were some who had a look of determination on their face as they prepared for the cannon to sound. It was so cute. They actually thought they had a chance of winning the Games. Most of the tributes were worried, however. They didn’t really show it, but I could sense their fear. I fed off of it; it made stronger. After scouting the competition, I gazed at the area surrounding us. There was a large body of crystal-clear water, tall and lengthy palm trees, but what interested me the most was a massive volcano. Red, hot lava oozed out the side and rolled slowly down to the ground. All I could think about was throwing one of these wimps in that giant volcano and watching them die a long and painful death.

Ten…

I had gotten so caught up about killing that I hadn’t even realized the Games were about to start.

Nine, Eight, Seven, Six, Five, Four, Three, Two…

Yes. This was it. This was the moment I had been waiting for.

One…

BANG!

It was the beginning of the Hunger Games, but it would soon be the end for those pathetic weaklings…