Strong (Johanna Mason Fanfic)

The Finale

The voice that I have dreaded to hear ever since I learned about his desires. I feel Ovid standing not far from us, observing us curiously. He is definitely up to no good. He wants to keep it interesting, give the people a good show. The crown, the victory, is now set between the three of us. I feel a horrible sensation forming in my stomach. There will be two deaths: Ovid and I, or Ovid and Ash, or Ash and I, where Ovid would win. Two Careers and an outsider, a girl, deemed the most beautiful, the weakest one at the beginning, now one of the toughest and most brutal killers. Yup, that's right, Johanna Mason is officially in Beast Mode.

Ash and I turn around, to face the brute. He is bloody, wet, starving, hungry for our blood. He has wild eyes, cuts and scrapes, gashes all over his body, yet he holds his spears in hand. His face is covered with a thick layer of dirt and mud, he must have fallen into the flood instead of going in the trees. Maybe he doesn't know how to climb a tree? Nah, he's a Career, they know how to do anything and everything. Ash looks at him with hatred, tensing up.

"If it isn't Johanna Mason, the most beautiful one in Panem." he smirks, "Good to see you... Well not really because I kind of hoped you would die in the apocalypse, but oh well, I guess I still have my shot for spending some time with you..." he laughs.

"Well I am alive and ready to kill... So I guess I am back to normal." I smile.

"Tricking people into thinking you were weak and fragile... Not bad little girl." he chuckles, "Too bad it actually worked. You would've been dead by now." he laughs.

"Actually, you would be dead because I would've shown my skills earlier and the Games would be much faster than this. But yet again, this is just a good show, so why not play with it?" I ask teasingly.

"Don't be so sure pretty girl!" he laughs, "You probably received tons of sponsors for sleeping with your District partner? Am I right? What was his name, Lance? Too bad he's dead. Beatrix did well to kill him!" he laughs.

"Okay, A: I did not sleep with Lance, and B: I did well with slicing her head off." I reply coldly.

"So you are responsible for Beatrix's death, huh?" he asks, "Well, you messed with the wrong people then." he replies.

"Let's see, Ash is on my side now, so I think I messed with the right because he doesn't seem to care much for Beatrix." I reply.

"Yes, indeed. What did you do to get Ash on your side? Give him a suckjob? Or even better, sleep with him? What things you don't do to get sponsors?" he laughs.

"Hey!" yells Ash, "Don't talk to her like that!" he threatens.

"Why? Oh, I see, you are defending her! You two must have something going on then..." smirks Ovid.

"There is nothing between us. I am just protecting her. She is the most beautiful after all." says Ash. "I don't know what she did to get sponsors but she got them fairly. It's not fair for example that we took all of the supplies, right? So no one else would be able to have them...." he says.

"But the audience, who wouldn't want to see her naked? Everyone loves her!" says Ovid.

Oh Ramsey... I hope you don't believe Ovid... I have teased Lance a couple of times and I have kissed Lance and Ash, Lance on multiple occasions in passionate manners, yet please, forgive me. I only use their looks to please the audience. I might as well have some fun with it. I miss your kisses and your hugs, Ramsey, that's why I do it. That's why I kiss them, make out with them, only to be reminded of our times together. I only see your face. I love you so much.

I snap back to reality when Ash bumps his fist against my arm. Ovid is looking at me curiously. What are we waiting for? We should be killing each other right now. I nudge Ash back and at once, we are holding up our weapons, ready to strike. I feel a fire burning in my body, an urge to use the weapons that I own. I feel myself tense up.