Strong (Johanna Mason Fanfic)

Goodbye, (The Games 1.5)

I wake up to a strange sensation. It is as if there was water pouring over me except that it is cold, extremely cold. I open my eyes slowly and see Lance slumped against the trunk, his arm over my body, protecting me. I look up at the sky and realize that this is no rain or snow. It's shards of ice, falling from the sky, causing slight pain. I frantically look around and realize that the surface has been covered with the shards of ice, slippery and spiky. Fuck. Escape will be almost impossible.

"Lance, wake up!" I say shaking him awake.

"What?" he says, alarmed, ax in hand, "Are we under attack?" he says, eyes-wide.

"No. But there are shards of ice falling from the sky. We have to move." I say as I grab my bag and start climbing down.

I realize that I am starving. I shoot in water to keep me going but that doesn't do much good when your stomach is killing you. There are no signs of food so we have to stick it out. Or make-out. No, I can't torture Ramsey back home. 

We decide to move and slowly walk on the icy surface, tripping occasionally but getting good support from our spiky shoes, specifically designed to give us an advantage in the arena. I feel that my cheeks are hollow, and that I have cuts all over. I trip and land on a shard, a piece stuck in my collarbone. Right now, I ignore the pain since hunger is eating me alive. Fuck this cursed place.

I look over at Lance, his cheeks are ghostly hollow, his eyes losing the light in them, purple bags under his eyes forming. This beautiful creature turned into this ghost. This is what the Capitol does. Are we still the most beautiful? The Careers probably look better. Of course, they have all of the food, weapons, and sponsors.

After a painful couple of hours of walking around the arena, trying to look for some prey, my body suddenly collapses and I fall to the ground, too tired to get up. I groan as I try to pull myself up but fail epicly. Why am I so wasted? I feel Lance walk up to me and I see the sadness in his eyes.

"Johanna..." he starts, "What has the arena done to you?" he sighs.

"Lance," I say, "I don't know what's wrong with me. I am hungry and I can't walk." I reply, tears in my eyes.

I feel as if I am going to die today in this arena. I can't walk, I can't do shit, and in this arena, it is not exactly the best thing. It seems to get colder by the minute and I feel my feet go numb. I start to cry, of course in a fake manner since my normal self would curse this and keep trying. I feel Lance cup my cheek and pick me up bridal style, the weapons on his belt, me in his arms. He carries me and we go down South. Nothing exciting has happened yet but my hands can't wait to get themselves on my ax. I begin to fall asleep while he carries me but I am awoken by a strange noise.

"Hey, did you hear that!" I whisper.

"No, what did you hear?" he asks.

"I don't know. It was a human voice but I can't associate it with anyone.." I say, seeing gold flakes in front of me.

"What are you grabbing?" he asks me, seeing that my hand is reaching for something.

"Don't you see the gold flakes?" I ask him, giggling.

"No I don't. Johanna, there is seriously something wrong with you." he says worryingly.

"I'm okay." I stammer.

He finds a cave and we settle in. He gathers some wood while I am leaning against the wall, covered with the sleeping bag. After he makes a small fire, I stick out my feet, trying to warm them up. It does me some good. As soon as he sits on the ground on the other side of the fire, I see that there is a shadow in the back of the cave. I look closer and see the dreaded.