Save me - A Hunger Games Story

Chapter 14

A slight rustle of leaves behind us made me almost jump out of my skin. Hoping it was just a bird or animal, I relaxed. But in fact it was not. The boy from 2, Orion erupted from the trees. He smiled and lunged to Ash. But Ash was quick. Swiftly, he plunged his spear right through Orion's heart.

But not before Orion had got Ash.

Dead, Orion thudded on the floor, but Ash collapsed into my arms. Tears welled into his hollow eyes and he gasped for breath. Orion had punctured his lung and it was filling with blood. He could die any second.

'Posy.' gasped Ash, clutching my hand.

'I'm here.' I cried, tears streaming down my face as I tried to help the wound with anything I could find.

'Posy stop. Listen to me.' He ordered.

I obeyed.

'There is only you and the girl from 2 left. You can finish her. Then please get home. Tell my family how much I love them and tell Lucy how sorry I am and how much I miss our friendship.' I nodded, uncontrollably crying. He tried to wipe the tears away from my eyes but they kept coming.

'I will. I promise I will.' I answered, gripping his hand, for I needed its safe clutch as much as he needed mine. 'Please don't go. Don't die.' I begged.

'Take this.' He pointed to his wrist where a beautiful blue bracelet was. ' It's yours to remember me by, Posy. My dearest friend.'

And then he stiffened and his eyes closed. I lay next to him, gripping him and crying for hours, until there was no more tears left in me to cry out. I felt hollow inside. Like a part of my soul had been ripped apart. In the past week, he had become my best friend and now he was gone. He was the only one who understood what I felt like and what I had gone through. Because we had gone through it together.

I kissed his forehead and determinedly strode through the forest to another stream nearby. I drank some water and headed out to find Alexis, the last girl, and kill her. I had to. For Ash. Everything I now did would be for him. With pride, I wore his bracelet and kissed it softly.

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There she was. Her bright, blonde hair tied back in a neat ponytail, like mine. Her bright eyes locked with mine. She carried a sword in her right hand. But she wasn't close enough to get me. I threw a knife at her and just missed. Grunting in frustration, I reached for another as she sprinted at me. Knocking us both to the ground she cut my wrist with her sword. But I still had my knife in my hand, and I plunged it into her.

She fell backwards landing in the grass behind. Gasping, I cried out and laughed. I felt awful for killing her but I had won the games. I was no longer a tribute but now a victor.

The victor of the 60th Hunger Games.