The Black Widow- A Hunger Games Fanfic

The Plan

When Morgan and Hildegarde had left, Mason and I were alone. We didn't do much- refilled waterbottles, ate, drank. The night wore on and I knew the anthem would be shown soon.

Mason and I sat my the lake with our dinners, watching the sky through the hole in the cave roof. As the Capitol anthem began to play, I saw the image of the District 5 boy and the District 8 girl. There must've been at least one more in the alliance so it must've broken down when they realised they made up a third of the arena. I wondered what would happen to my alliance, which made up more than half. Actually, I didn't have to wonder. I was the one about to end it,
"The water is beautiful," I said to Mason, leaning over to dip my hand into the icy water. The moon shone off my golden hair and Mason replied,
"I haven't been looking, there's something more beautiful right here beside me." I turned my head to him, widening my eyes and parting my lips slightly in a practiced adoring expression. Mason didn't waste a second before leaning towards me and pressing his lips to mine. I slipped my tongue into his mouth and ran my hands through his hair. He groaned, wrapping his arms around my waist and putting his hands lower. He leaned onto me, entangling his tongue with mine. I brought my hands down, using one to tug at the zip of his trousers and the other reaching for my knife. He was distracted by the kiss, his eyes closed. But mine were wide open as I slowly raised my knife.
And slid the sharp edge against his throat. Blood spilled from his neck and he began to choke. I pushed him off me, gasping for air. His blood was all over me but it was nothing new. There was already enough blood on me that the extra didn't make any visible difference. He was choking on his blood but he wasn't dying quickly. Why did he deserve a quick, painless death when he hadn't afforded the same respect to that little boy. Now I wasn't much better, but that couldn't be helped. No-one decent ever won the Hunger Games after all.
Now I just needed to dispose of the evidence.

I had killed him by a lake for a reason. All i had to do was scoop little bits of water with his empty water bottle and pour them onto the bloodstains. I would do more later. Once the body was hidden. I was well aware that the Capitol would collect the bodies but I'd have to be far away for that and I didn't really feel like climbing down the cliff. I was in a good spot here- I wasn't going to give it up just because I killed Mason here. A canon boomed. I looked over at Mason, who was still choking. It wasn't his. I wondered whose it was. Right off the back of that one, another canon boomed. Whose was that?

Finally, Mason's cannon boomed. His heart had stopped.
From the end of that sound, the quiet dinging of the parachute sounded and something was brought towards me. I opened it to reveal a belt from a gym, which was attatched to a weight. I smiled evilly as I strapped the belt around Mason's waist and began to drag him towards the edge of the lake. God he was heavy!

Finally, I managed to heave him into the water and watched him sink out of sight. That lake really was very deep. I finished cleaning up the bloodstains from the stone very quickly and then decided to finish making it believable. I began to cry fake tears so that my eyes appeared red and puffy by the time Morgan returned. I hoped it was Morgan who returned.

But for the entire third day, no-one appeared. I decided to get some sleep, concealing all our supplies in the back of one of the bigger alcoves and leaning against the wall with all my knives in easy reach. I slept fitfully, afraid of the possibility that someone would find me. Even if that person was Morgan. There were only four of us left after all.
The only thing that kept me there was that I knew I had laid the groundworks for his return. Something told me that he truly believed that I loved him. It had worked on Mason after all.

As the music began, I went to the side of the lake to watch the pictures. It had been almost exactly 24 hours since I had started the process of Mason's death now. It seemed so surreal that the time had passed so fast.