𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 | Finnick Odair

𝐱𝐱𝐯𝐢𝐢. remember all the city lights on the water?

The first thing Genevieve noticed when she opened her eyes was a distant rumbling sound, growing louder and more intense with each passing second. She scrambled out of her tent, shrugging off her extra layers of clothing and securing both katanas firmly to her back. Caspian and Marla were already waiting outside, having woken before her. In the split second that Genevieve saw their faces, she realised that a tsunami was about to hit the cornucopia. Panic set in. They turned and tried to run towards higher ground, but it was too late. The giant wave crashed into their camp, lifting all of them up and tossing them around like rag dolls.

Within seconds she had lost sight of her district partner and ally. She had no clue of Pertan's whereabouts or whether he had already succumbed to the wave.

Genevieve was plunged under the water, and the immense force of the wave pulled her further and further down. Her ears were ringing, and she could feel her lungs burning for air. She was being dragged along the forest floor, tossed and turned by the relentless power of the water. She tried to regain control of the situation, she knew that if anyone had a chance to survive it was her. She'd been in and out of the ocean since she was a baby, Genevieve was also a remarkably strong swimmer, maybe she could claw her way back to dry land.

Just as she thought she couldn't hold her breath any longer, she was suddenly pushed back to the surface. Genevieve took several deep shuddering gasps for air but was pushed under before she could swim away. This pattern repeated over and over, each time pushing her further away from the flooded woods and deeper into the mountain range.

This was incredibly dangerous, the further she was pushed towards the mountains the more likely it became that she might be thrown against one and knocked out or seriously injured.

Just as she felt like she was losing consciousness, Genevieve figured out a way to escape. She summoned all of her power and fought against the waves, trying to swim towards the mountains, which were the only piece of land not submerged. She had made it to a jagged piece of rock and was now using a mixture of swimming and climbing to try and lift her head above the water.

She was making steady progress but the longer she stayed underwater the more lightheaded she became. With a final haul, she managed to escape the treacherous waves. She took a myriad of wheezing breaths of air before another wave crashed into her. Genevieve clung to the gravel for dear life and tried not to let go as her palms were shredded by the force of the impact.

Not wanting to endure any more injuries she clambered up the ridge as the adrenaline wore off. She sat on top of a large stone and sucked in more air.

Her hands were bleeding quite badly and she had abandoned anything that might have helped her at the camp to avoid being dragged down by extra weight.

The only thing she had on her was the two swords securely fastened onto her and the clothes she was wearing. The sound of trumpets startled her out of her daze. Claudius Templesmith's voice echoed over the arena. "To the tributes of the 70th Hunger Games, you may not have heard the cannons so I'll give you a quick update: there are ten tributes left. Which is why I've decided to invite you to a gathering of sorts." Genevieve frowned at that, what did he mean by gathering?

"Now hold on. Some of you may be declining my invitation. But this is no ordinary gathering. Each of you needs something desperately. Whether it be food, water or medicine. All of your supplies have been washed away and you won't be getting them back any time soon, either. So we've restocked the cornucopia with limited supplies, a single backpack full of food, fresh water, a first aid kit and weapons. These will only be available at the Cornucopia, for the remainder of the games." Genevieve wondered if she was hearing things, how were they going to get to the cornucopia if it was submerged in water.

"By dawn tomorrow the cornucopia will rise to above sea level and it will be up to you to fight for the supplies. Think hard about refusing to show up. For some of you, this will be your last chance and as always may the odds be ever in your favour." The minute Claudius Templesmith finished speaking Genevieve knew that she'd have to go. She was probably one of the only tributes to have salvaged weapons which would put her at a clear advantage and it would be a good chance to scope out the competition.

Making her way to the edge of the mountain range she found a place that gave her a direct line of sight to where, she assumed, the cornucopia would rise. Attempting to settle down for the night Genevieve leaned against a rock and fiddled with her necklace inadvertently covering it in blood. When the Panem Anthem played she studied the faces projected carefully to try and figure out who was alive.

Marla hadn't made it but her district partner had. She was also happy to see that Caspian had survived the wave but she knew that now they were all separated, the alliance was broken and it was every man for themselves.

She was also a little perturbed to see the district ten male hadn't been killed. He was a hulking figure that looked like a bear and could easily overpower her in hand-to-hand combat. She hoped that maybe his size would slow him down and there was always the chance he could get picked off by the capital's water mutts.

Nothing was guaranteed and tomorrow she would fight for her survival and demonstrate that she should be the victor of the 70th Hunger Games.