Okay, last time. We can do this for one more night, right? I am lifted into the air on a metal plate, but this time, the metal does not stop. The metal cornucopia is surrounded by metal packs and metal swords. The ground is hard and is made of metal. I don't really find this an issue until I look down to my feet. I am wearing hard, heavy, magnetic metal boots that are stuck to the pressure plate. I can't move my feet! I panic as I watch all the other worried teens try to pull their feet off of the plate. The gong sounds, but no one moves. Sweat beads down my forehead as I realize that it is impossible to leave the pressure plate. I then watch the lace unravel off the shoe. I spark with idea as I bend down and try tugging the shoes off. I finally get one shoe off, but that's when about 4 other tributes see what I'm doing and try to do the same.

     I manage to force the other shoe off before the rest of the tributes catch on. When I start to sprint into the so called "bloodbath", I see a tall boy from District 10 growl in rage. His jaw tightens and I watch his muscles ripple as he uses brute force to pull himself off of the plate. He grunts as he takes big, heavy steps towards me. He isn't fast, but I ain't strong enough to think that I could beat him. Me compared to him was like an elephant compared to an ant. if he got to me, I would be dead meat. I was still shoving crates and bags into a larger metal box as he started to catch up. I gulped and continued to shove even faster, but my shaky hands caused me to drop everything. I started to pant as my forehead started to be drenched in beads of stinky sweat. I grabbed a fistful of jerky, a water bottle, a pack and a sword as I forced myself up to star to run, but I fell and dropped everything again. The boy grumbled in a low voice as he grabbed a ball and chain flail and swung it around like nunchucks as he approached me. I tried to crawl away, but he got to me first. I cried and begged for mercy as I braced for the impact of the mace. I squinted open my eyes, and stared in shock.
He was smiling.
He reached his hand out to me and grunted. I put my palm in his and he helps me up. He puts his palm to my face, telling me to wait as he grabs a metal crate full of metallic packs and swords and knives. He hands the crate to me and pushes me away to go find shelter.
Huh.
That was weird.
The second I get to the pressure plates, I watch Sparrow make her way to the cornucopia. I also see the boy plunge his weapon into her stomach, and I look away. I'm not a monster! Of course I don't want to see her die! She immediately falls limp accompanied by a loud bang of a cannon. I then walk to the District 7 boy and grab a dagger this time. I touch the top of the blade to his chest and gulp. I can do it. I can do it. Cmon Chia, cmon! I squeeze my eyes shut and I feel a part of me trying to force the knife into the innocent boy's body and the other part of me is pulling it back. Before I can make a decision, sharp pain shoots through my chest. The boy has grabbed the knife and gotten me back.
My body goes limp immediately and all I see is nothing.