The Black Widow- A Hunger Games Fanfic

The 70th Games

I had been training Sapphire for a year now and, despite my protests, she still was set on volunteering. At least by this point, she was as well versed in weapons as anyone reasonably could be. Her main issue was strength.
Her technique was flawless but with hand to hand combat, swimming, running, she simply wasn't as strong as the other candidates. And I wished she would've just waited but it was too late now.
On the morning of the reaping day, we called her and Bruno- the male tribute- into the office for the last minute chat. I remembered vividly being in their position last year. And I wished I could go back and tell past Rose not to do it. To just run- there was already someone prepared to volunteer instead of me last year- and never look back. But now it was too late. The damage was done.

After the reaping, we got on the train and set off for the Capitol. Thankfully, I didn't have to do much to prep Sapphire so I just stayed in my compartment, preparing myself for what I knew would happen in the Capitol. I think I must've lay in bed, almost catatonic, for most of the journey because it seemed only seconds before Victoria and my prep team entered to prepare me for the Capitol.

I was unaware as we walked from the train, through the whole tribute parade and as we went to our hotel room. My appointment was at ten. It was supposed to last three hours. At about 9, Cashmere came into my room with a dressbag and a makeup box. She sat down on the bed beside me,
"I know this is hard. I have been where you are before. Is this your first time?" I shook my head, but that didn't really help, "Okay," she said, "we need to get you dressed, alright?" I nodded, allowing her to zip me into the tight black dress that she had brought and strap the heels to my feet. She spoke kindly as she did her makeup, trying to reassure me,
"You're not going to like it," she said, "but just remember who you're doing it for." I nodded again. She handed me some pills and a cup of water and the dam that had held down all my emotions broke, tears coming to my eyes,
"I can't do this," I sobbed. Cashmere pushed the pills into my mouth, then poured the water down my throat, forcing me to swallow,
"But you have to." She guided me out the door, giving me directions to where I would be meeting my 'client'.
He was a roughly shaven man in his mid-forties wearing nothing but a long dressing robe. He looked at me with a hunger, which made my stomach lurch in disgust. He led me inside the hotel room, where he sat down on the bed, sweeping his eyes up and down, lingering on my dress.
"Take it off," he commanded. I froze. He said it again, "Take. It. Off. Now." My hands twitched towards the zip of my dress, knowing that in one movement the dress would come off and I would have no protection from this monster in front of me. I stopped.
He looked at me with anger, standing up from the bed. I took a step back but in one movement, he had crossed the distance between us, grabbing me by the arms. I let out a cry of surprise. He spun me, pushing me towards the bed, forcing me onto my back. He knelt over me, pinning me to the bed as his hands reached for the zip to my dress.
I tried to push him away, but he was simply stronger. He pulled the zip all the way down and the dress fell away around me, leaving me naked before him. He began to pull of his robe and I screamed,
"Stop!" I yelled, beating my hands against his chest. It didn't affect him and he leaned forward, pressing his mouth over mine, forcing his tongue into my mouth. I screamed, the sound muffled by his mouth.
I tried to push him away, my thumbs digging into his neck. Only when he fell off me, choking did I remember the damage my nails could do. After 5 minutes of choking on his own blood, I didn't need a canon to know he was dead.

I ran back to the tribute living quarters, my dress only partially zipped up around me. As I entered the living quarters, Cashmere, who had been sitting on the couch waiting, looked at me in surprise,
"It's only ten thirty, are you okay?" Ten thirty- I had only been gone half an hour. I approached her and she pulled me into a hug. Then I'm assuming she smelled the blood,
"What is that?" she asked, holding up a strand of my hair covered in blood, "Did he hurt you." I looked up at her, my eyes filled with tears,
"He's dead. I killed him. I tried to push him away and my nails dug into his throat." My voice broke, "I didn't mean to. I don't want my family to die." She held me, beginning to lead me to my room. She didn't say a word as she put me in a bath full of scaldingly hot water and began to scrub the feeling of that man's hands from me. Of his blood.
She refused to answer any of my questions about what would happen next.
I think even then she knew what would happen. What my punishment would be.

And three weeks later, so did I.

The Games were drawing to a close. There were only four left: Sapphire, the girl from 4, who had run away after her district partner had been beheaded, the boy from 9, the boy from 3 and the girl from 2. With the career pack making up nearly half of the tributes in the arena and neither of them being from the same district, we were expecting it to break up soon.
I was sitting with the other mentors in the viewing room when I was summoned once again to Snow's office.
This time, there was a screen in the office and he seemed angry,
"You've failed," he said, "You know what will happen now." I nodded. But to my surprise, he flicked on the screen and the Hunger Games were shown. He looked me dead in the eyes and said into a small radio, "Release the wave."
Instantly, a dam broke somewhere in the arena and water flooded the area where Sapphire had been camping. It washed through the arena, picking up all of the tributes along the way. The tributes from three and nine were drowned almost instantly, having never seen water before in their lives. Sapphire was the next to go. I knew her lack of strength would come back to bite her. But I had known her- she was a lively, confident girl and now she wasn't. Now she was dead. She was gone.
I didn't bother watching the rest of the games.