It's the day of the games. I was escorted to the hovercraft, I'm alone in the hovercraft. I take the time to stretch. My physical condition has improved immensely. I have muscle. My trainer advised me to do a series of painful stretches right before I go into the arena. Remembering the stretches engages my mind.
Killing two birds with one stone. An avox gave me a bottle labeled 'withdrawal blockers' and I tipped the single pill out. I wonder why they gave me it.
Soon, the windows lighten again. I'm given 5 minutes. I use the time to drink as much as I can and I eat some food, chewing obsessively. I'm handed my outfit. A jacket, black jeans, a black shirt and leather boots. Seems an outfit for for all terrains.
"Seems like a neutral outfit. Wilderness maybe?" Says my stylist. I nod, looking to my tube.
"Oh yes, time for the games!" He says, excited. I hate him.
I step into my tube and the screen closes almost instantly.
The light blinds me, and I feel the nerves freezing me. 'Come on, Haymitch' I urge myself. The light finally subsides, and I see the arena. The reality dawns on me. It's just like Katniss' arena.
I look around. Wilderness. Trees. No Laven. No Laven. I can feel my muscles waking up. I need to find Laven. Claduis' voice booms over the arena. It shakes me back into reality.
"May the 75th hunger games begin."
The countdown starts.
I zone out, looking at the cornucopia. I try to locate some knives. I see a huge belt, at the back of the cornucopia. I hope to god she stays away from it.
I zone back in.
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The gong sounds. I don't know what to do. Do I run forward, do I run backwards? I look behind me. I haven't moved. Move!
"HAYMITCH!" Laven screams.
"Laven!" I shout back.
"Help!"
I follow her voice, and see her pinned under a man from 8 in front of the cornucopia. I don't know who he is. But I don't care. I lunge forward, setting off sprinting as adrenaline kicks in.
I finally reach them, and I jump forward, my arms under the man from 8. He topples off her, as my force was fuelled by paternal instinct. Something he'll never get to experience. I roll him to the floor, taking hold of his neck and bashing his head against the ground until the cannon sounds. I locate Laven, and see her securing her belt. I clamber up, and take hold of her arm, yanking her up and running at speeds I didn't know I could achieve. We run, we run as far away from the cornucopia as possible before we decide it's ok to stop. I'm panting, and brush my hair out of my face.
"WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU DOING?!" I shout at her.
She looks me in the eye and pats her belt.
"You could've been killed!"
"But I wasn't!"
"Yeah! Thanks to me!"
All of a sudden, there's a swooshing noise as a spear lands in the bark of a tree 1 inch from her face. Before I have time to react, she's pushing me out of the way, retrieving a knife from her belt.
She flings it in the chest of the boy from 1 before I can even assess what had happened.
She looks at me, panicked, as we hear a cannon boom.
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Happy Hunger Games, Haymitch.
FanfictionAu- Katniss and Peeta didn't survive the 74th games, and the female tribute is reaped as usual. Haymitch grows to feel like a father to the girl, and decides to protect her life... No matter what it takes.
