𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 | Finnick Odair

𝐱𝐱𝐱. I had a marvellous time ruining everything

Genevieve sprang up as two canons sounded after each other. Her heart was racing inside her chest.

That meant there were only two people left in the games including herself. Only one person was standing between her and going home.

She attempted to ground herself by going through the mundane task of reapplying her bandages and mentally preparing herself for what was about to come.

She held a katana in each hand preparing herself for surprise attacks from mutts or humans alike. She climbed over some stray rocks to make her way towards the cornucopia where the final fight was sure to happen.

Just as the structure entered her view she caught sight of the district ten boy charging towards her. A little voice in the back of her head was astonished it wasn't Caspian but she banished that thought and turned to face him head-on.

He would have to stop before he reached her or risk running straight into her blade. As he slowed down she noted that he had a long sword on him and an armoured breastplate that would stunt her attack well. Grabbing a single throwing star from her bag and dropping her supplies to the side she adopted a protective stance, being mindful that she was going to have to fight close combat with someone double her size.

His eyes flickered down to her and he chortled seemingly unimpressed that she was the last one standing. His laugh verberated around her head and she fought her anger in order to act rationally.

Once he realised Genevieve was not going to approach him first, he bounded forward towards her. Clasping his new, gleaming knife in one hand. Genevieve tried to look fierce. She needed to avoid direct contact in order to increase her chances of survival. As the distance between them lessened she felt herself begin to panic

When they were only mere steps away from each other she took a chance and kicked her foot out as hard and as high as she could. The District 10 boy grunted as her leg struck his wrist and bent it backwards at an awkward angle sending his dagger straight down to the floor.

Finnick Odair and the rest of the district four mentors watched on, conscious of the fact that there were a multitude of cameras capturing every reaction they had to the screen in front of them. One of District Ten's mentors sat next to him, gazing intently at his tribute.

Harold, the district ten boy, seemed unperturbed by the attack, simply bending down and picking up his blade with surprising agility for someone that size. Finnick felt his heart drop when they began to duel. Blades crashed together in a flurry of metal that was painful to watch. As they came together a second time nobody seemed to be giving way. Harold was using his strength to try and throw Genevieve off balance and Genevieve was trying to keep him placated so she could strike a well armed hit.

Seconds felt like minutes and Finnick breathed out a quiet gasp when they both lost balance and went crashing into the rocks. The district ten boy landed on top and Genevieve narrowly avoided his blade as it came down.

The district ten mentor was leaning so close to the screen he was almost out of his seat.

As Harold regained his footing he moved to stab Genevieve who flipped over and crawled away at lightning speed.

She wasn't quick enough. Finnick held back a groan as the knife grazed her calf and blood began to trickle down her leg. Genevieve made no move to acknowledge the injury, instead deciding to swipe her uninjured leg out to trip her pursuer again.

He landed with a crash on a nearby rock and Finnick gave a small cheer as Genevieve ran to where her weapons lay abandoned from the fall.

As she grabbed the hilt of her first katana Genevieve was knocked over by Harold from behind, with a heavy tackle that sent her hurtling forward. Her head slammed into the sand with a crunch that made Finnick feel physically sick, that alone should have been enough to seriously injure her, but she was ruthless. As he approached, her blade, which she had miraculously kept a hold on, cut into Harold and created a long gash down his weapon holding arm.

Harold staggered backward stunned as he tried to stop the bleeding. They both looked seriously injured.

Unfortunately for Genevieve she had been clutching the throwing star when she had been attacked and the sharp edges of it had torn her palm to shreds.

Enraged she hurled it towards the unsuspecting boy and laughed maniacally as it embedded itself into his eye. Haven clutched a hand over her mouth, from where she was standing in the wings and gagged at the image in front of them. The district ten escort had gone pale and looked as though she may be about to faint. Finnick could only watch on in desperation hoping that this would give her the edge she needed to win.

Genevieve used the injury as an opportunity to attack. Harold didn't see it coming, not expecting her to recover so quickly and was caught off guard.

She lunged forward and sunk her katana deep into Harold's stomach. There was a collective groan from the district ten mentors as the boy's eyes widened in disbelief. Finnick felt the weight lift of his chest at the realisation that she had done it. Genevieve Coppergrove had just won the 70th Hunger Games. There was no way her opponent could turn things around now.

The blade sliced through his organs before it was yanked out. It was disgusting to look at and yet Finnick can't look away. It was somewhat reminiscent of Haymitch Abernathy's games and yet everything about the kill screamed Genevieve.

Harold groaned, a deep guttural sound that made Genevieve feel just a little bit sorry for him. He slumped forward, his eyes unfocused and collapsed. From above a final cannon sounded as Genevieve narrowly avoided sinking to her knees.

Instead she held her weapons up to the sky, bloody and beaten down yet victorious, she smiled.