Hey! So here's Genie's POV from when the Careers found her, up to her final seconds. Thanks to everyone who's supported me and to Oogie-is-the-best for reviewing for this oneshot. Anyways, here we go! Hope you like it!

Heartless

Genie

I knew I was dead when the One's found me. Twelve years old, from District Six, I never really had a chance anyways. I want them to kill me fast, but there's no way I'm going to beg for mercy for the Career's entertainment.

I'm backed against a bolder, and I know there's nothing I can do to get out of this. I'm not even armed.

I size them up, but even the smallest girl, from District Two, who can't be much older than me, has to be at least fifty pounds heavier. Before I got to the Capital, I'd never, ever, had enough to eat. The tributes standing in front of me look like they'd never missed a meal in their lives.

The thought makes my mind cloud with anger. They're no better than I am. They were only born into a different district. And they suddenly think they're so superior. They're cold, they're heartless, they won't think twice about killing children. I force my face into a smirk so it looks like they don't bother me.

"Look who finally realized I was here," I smile slyly, but I'm trying to keep my knees from shaking. From the look on their faces, I know there's nothing I can do now to escape a slow painful death. I almost sigh. Might as well make the most of it."You know I've been following you for a while now. I mean, you've always been so loud. But I loved it when you One's had your little confrontation. So cute, my day needed a little entertainment."

The light-haired girl from One flushes red and steps towards me despite the warning looks of two of her companions. 'Here it comes,' I think.

"What's that, little girl?" she spits, "Do you honestly think you can take on the entire Career Pack? You're just a kid. Just a stupid. Little. Kid."

My eyes narrow, but I feel my mouth twist into a sarcastic smirk. I hate her, I hate them. All of them. As a last act of defiance, I will try my best to make a fool of them in front of all of Panem. Besides, this is on TV, and the Capital wants a show. Oh they'll get a show alright. And my sacrifice will mean the Careers looking like fools, and the people of the outlying Districts sharing a small smile before my life is taken from me.

"Aww, that's cute," I say, "You think you can scare me." Am I scared. Not really. I know what's coming, have known what was coming since the day I was reaped. Scared is for the reaping day, when you don't know whether or not you're going to survive. Scared is for when you're hiding and you don't know if you're about to be found. Scared is for the unknown. And I know what'a about to happen to me, even if I don't want to admit it. So now it's just waiting.

"What's your name girl?" she asks me. Her features are twisted with rage. She hates me. Good. Because at least for this one moment, I've made her life just a little bit worse. And since she's about to kill me, it's the only thing I can do to get a little bit of revenge.

"Genie," I tell her. I smile mischievously, like I have something planned. Of course, I don't, but she doesn't have to know that.

"Well, Genie," Her voice is sweet. Like honey. Honey that just can't wait to drown you. "Seeing as you seem to think this so amusing, let's have some fun."

I groan internally, but don't give her the satisfaction of getting a physical reaction out of me.

In a second, she's only a few inches away, her knife pressed against my throat. I glare at her, but I don't show any signs of fear. I knew this was coming. A slit throat is one of the easiest ways to go for me now.

It's so fast I can't even see it coming. Her knife leaves my neck, and before I can comprehend why, she stabs it into my arm.

I scream. It isn't even just a scream, a bloodcurdling shriek. My arm feels like it's on fire. Before this, I'd never really felt pain before.

She doesn't stop there. She turns my arm and stabs me again in the wrist, shoving me down.

I feel my eyes well up and hot tears run down my face. I touch my injured arm, wishing for the pain to stop. But hurt as I am, I still have my dignity, still remember why I got myself into this. I will not beg on my knees for a quicker death. I will not give those Careers the satisfaction of breaking me. I feel a sob threatening to slip out if my mouth, but I hold it back, even though the fire in my arm makes it hard to think. I glare up at them. I will not let them break me.

The girl and I are trapped in a silent stare down, before she loses it, drops down beside me, and stabs her knife into my other arm.

I scream, somehow even louder than before, and I feel more tears falling down my face. I can't take it. I can't. I can't. But I have to.

She comes in again, but another girl steps up.

"Come on, 1," she says, "That's enough. Just kill the girl already."

Yes. Just kill me. I'm dead anyways. Just make it end.

For a second, I think she won't listen, but she just smiles and straightens up. "Why don't you take her?" she says, "I've had my fun. I'm done for now."

The girl just shrugs, but I see a flash of sympathy in her eyes as she steps towards me.

'Thank you,' I want to say, because I know she wasn't just impatient with her pack members games. She wanted to help me. And really, from a Career, that's more than I could have asked for.

In my last moments, I see a sad look on the face of the District Two girl as well, and as I die, I think that maybe they're not all so heartless after all.

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