❝I'm the survivor, I'm gonna make it, I will survive.
Keep on surviving ❞
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 Velren Black, a hero against his will, is once again caught up in the deadly games orchestrated by the Capitol.
[Finnick Odair x Male OC]...
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𓏲 . SURVIVAL GAME . .៹♡ CHAPTER FIVE ─── INDIVIDUAL ASSESSMENT
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The days of training flew by, and with each passing moment, the bond between the tributes seemed to grow stronger. By the last day, the bond between them was stronger than ever. Surprisingly, they all got along quite well. Velren especially got along with Finnick Odair right away. A friendship developed between them as they honed their skills together and prepared for the upcoming Hunger Games.
After the sun sets and the moon rises, Velren lay motionless in his bed, the dark shadows of the night enveloping him. The room was silent, only the soft breathing of the young tribute audible. Normally, Velren didn't have nightmares; his nights were peaceful and undisturbed. However, on this evening, after the last training day , he was haunted by a terrible dream.
The nightmare took Velren back to the cruel Games he had survived two years ago. The arena was no ordinary one; it was a dark jungle area, populated by dinosaurs. The memory of the horrific events echoed in Velren's mind as he recalled the moment when his ally from another district was murdered before his eyes.
The images were as real as if Velren were reliving them. The screams of his ally, the blood splattering on the ground, and the anger rising within him. Velren saw himself, seeking revenge on 15 innocent people whom he held responsible for his ally's death. Bow and arrow, as well as a trident, became his deadly tools as he roamed the arena, driven by an insatiable thirst for vengeance.
Velren's eyes snapped open as he jolted upright in bed. His body felt aflame, as if he had a thousand tiny burns consuming him, and his heart raced. He breathed. Water ran down his exposed skin, and his hair clung to his face.
He turned his head to his side, where his sister lay under the silky covers, breathing peacefully. Then, he sat at the edge of the bed and buried his face in his hands. He breathed again. It was only in that moment that he realized how much his body was trembling. A forced sigh escaped him.
