fire kills, finnick odair

10.

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Sixty, Fifty nine, Fifty eight, Fifty seven, Fifty six, Fifty five.

The tributes are standing in a circle around the centre of the arena, a vast array of weapons and supplies scattered in the field of grass before them. Bailey thinks she can see a trident resting against a box inside the cornucopia, the metal twinkling in the sunlight as it beams down. The weapon was tempting, but she isn't sure whether she'll survive the bloodbath if she runs for it.

Forty five, Forty four, Forty three, Forty two, Forty one, Forty.

Bailey looks to her immediate left, noticing a small rucksack sat on the grass. She considers grabbing it and running, but what if it has no weapons? Would she be able to hide well enough to not be caught in an ambush, or would she be taken down in seconds with only her fists as defence?

Thirty five, Thirty four, Thirty three, Thirty two, Thirty one, Thirty.

To her right is the strong blonde boy from district one, and to her left is the boy from seven. She meets Cato's eye for a moment, immediately recoiling away as his lip curls up into a bloodthirsty snarl. She looks around for Rafe, instead finding Katniss who is directly opposite her. The girl on fire nods, before looking around at the rest of her competition.

Twenty, Nineteen, Eighteen, Seventeen, Sixteen, Fifteen.

A weapon slightly closer to her catches her eye as the sunlight bounces off the metallic coating; a small dagger barely visible through the overgrowth of the grass around it. She mentally prepares herself to launch off the platform and grab it, deciding any weapon would give her a better chance than none. Besides, it was the perfect size to use to cut up any meat she found.

Ten, Nine, Eight, Seven, Six, Five.

Her eyes briefly flutter back to the trident as she feels a slight pang of guilt at her disregard of her district's symbolic weapon. She takes a deep breath, filling her lungs with as much air as they could hold, crossing her fingers by her side as she waits for the countdown to reach one.

Four, Three, Two, One.

The first kill happens right in front of her as she jumps off the platform, ducking to grab the dagger from the floor. She sees a longer knife a few inches away which she grabs too as she hides the dagger in the waistband of her cargo trousers. The district seven boy collapses right before her, falling to his knees as Cato pulls a long machete out from his gut. Thick blood pools from the corners of the boy's mouth, the red liquid shimmering on Cato's weapon as he wipes it on his jacket. Nausea engulfs Bailey as she watches this child's body go limp - he can't be no older than fourteen.

She stumbles backwards before quickly turning on her heel and running away, praying that Cato hadn't seen her, sweeping up the rucksack she saw earlier and swinging the strap over her shoulder in one swift movement. Her heart is knocking violently against her ribcage as she runs, almost threatening to explode in her chest as her lungs beg for air.

Bailey looks behind her, startled, as someone lets out a high pitched scream; the girl from district 3 collapsing as the girl from two towers over her. Bailey's attention is immediately dragged away as she sees a familiar brunette fall to the ground with a grunt, trying to scramble away as Cato stalks towards her. It's as if the District one boy has tunnel vision, his only purpose to kill Katniss Everdeen as she tries her hardest to get away.