His first target was a tall reedy boy with a red vest and straw hat. He was making alot noise and it was grating to the ear. Blood spattered the youth's chest in an x. It was fitting, he was marked. Pulling out his death note the shinigami scribbled the boy's name (which hovered plainly over his head) and the most entertaining death he could imagine.  He would be dying in a number of hours anyway, might as well make it worth watching right? A white haired boy with a red jacked crept up behind the straw hatted youth. Wielding a dagger he penetrated the taller one's neck, the shrp blade finding a home in the jugular. He stepped back a split second later, drenched in the thin one's blood, which didn't show very much on his jacket. That was a boring death. Way too predictable.  The shinigami was unimpressed, he needed to step up his own game. Soaring above the treetops he searched for someone who would make a better challenge. The name Katniss Everdeen flashed from inbetween tree branches. Swooping back around the shinigami found her huddled close against herself, shielding her ears from the sounds of carnage. She had recently killed a bird who's nest she had destroyed, she couldn't risk the noise it was making. Some of it's feathers clung to her hair reminiscent of a war bonnet.Her name and time remaining on earth hung clear above her brow, she would not be dying today, or anytime soon for that matter. Saliva filled the spirits mouth, he had found the winner, and her potential years called to him, so tantalizing. The shinigami's pen was about to touch his deathnote when an idea came to him. If he killed the girl now, there would be no point in waiting around for the rest of the game, it would over to quickly. And that would be boring. No no no, he wanted to watch her win, see how she'd do it. Settling onto the branch next to Katniss he put away his notebook, saving her juicy life for another time.