A Pretty Corpse

The District 2 tribute chose to bring a bit of string in the form of a friendship bracelet. This was to no one’s shock. Even though the reaping was supposed to be random, when it came to District 2, the prettier you were the more likely you were to be chosen. Following the trend of tributes past, of course the petite blonde girl brought a sentimental token of a childhood best friend. “She’ll make a pretty corpse,” people whispered in the streets.


Her stylist dressed her in dresses made for picnics and bows bigger than her own head. Every time the spotlight was on her she seemed to shrink into herself. Her score of three was hardly even mentioned, just a confirmation of public opinion.


It wasn’t until she entered the game that everything changed.


The second she was off her platform she was sprinting into the snow covered forest, the screams of victory and defeat echoing behind her.

Her mentors only words of advice was to strike first and strike hard.


Which is why she immediately climbed into the high branches of a pine tree, the needles disguising her from below.


The cameras didn’t catch her unraveling her bracelet, the fibers streching on much longer than seemed possible. Her fingers deftly wove in the string, its’s knots and loops making sense only to her.


The cameras didn’t catch her weaving the new contraption into the leaves surrounding her tree.


The night was the worst for many tributes, the chill killing more than a few tributes unwilling to light a fire and alert others to their surroundings.


However that was not a problem for the tribute from District 2. The heat from her fire on the ground rose up high, and she sat cozily, waiting.


It didn’t take long. Soon there was a boy, crashing through the woods.


“I know you’re up there!” He shouted. Why don’t you make this easy on me-“ He broke off suddenly. This time the camera caught his body.


Swinging from her friendship bracelet.


The girl from District 2 unattached his corpse from the rope.


The drone carried him off.


And she was left. Waiting in the trees.

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