One Lucky Winner

Chapter 26 ~ Minho

As you all are aware of, the games have now started. It gets a bit hard to catch on to what time and day it is in my story, so at the beginning of each chapter, I will tell you what day and time it is. Happy reading!

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Day 1
5:00 PM

I hear the gong go off, and I immediately bounce off my pedestal. I run as hard as I can towards the cornucopia.

I'm the first one there, which sparks some happiness in me. I'm the fastest of them all! I fall to my knees and swoop up two bags immediately; small one, and a big bulky one.

I look over and see Newt waiting by the treeline impatiently, hands on hips. Last night, there was some drama between us. After the interviews, I told Newt that I would feel better if he were to just hang back from the bloodbath. He got mad, because apparently he thought that I didn't think he was strong enough to get through the bloodbath. It's not like that at all; I think Newt's a good fighter and all, I was just worried about his limp. I was afraid he'll slow down and someone would get to him. So, we had a big blowout. We were screaming at each other, and it was actually kind of scary. I don't think I ever saw Newt that pissed in my life. We went to bed furious at each other. Thankfully, this morning he woke up and told me he understood and that he'd stay back, and we made up. It's crazy what a sleep can do.

Thomas suddenly comes up by me. I whip around to him and see that his coat and jacket are both unzipped, and I see blood soaking through his shirt, coming from his upper chest.

"What happened to you?" I scream in panic, stuffing small knives into the small backpack.

"I fought someone for this!" he replies, holding up a bulky thing, rolled up like a sleeping bag. What an idiot. A wound just for a sleeping bag?

"Let's go!" I shout to him. I'll rat him out about it later. I see Thomas grab another small bag while I grab three small handguns off the grass. We take off sprinting towards Newt.

Suddenly, Iron Man flies in front of me, fully suited. He fires a fireball at Thomas and I. I throw myself to the ground just in the knick of time. The fireball misses me, but it hits Thomas briefly in the bicep. He crumples to the ground.

"Thomas?!" I wail. I grab him by his other arm and pull him up. "Are you okay?!" I see the fireball burned him on his arm, through his coat, jacket, and shirt.

"I'm fine," he says, but I can tell he's in pain. "Let's just go!"

I let go of his arm and we continue running. We meet Newt by the treeline.

"What happened?!" Newt cries, noticing the blood that has soaked through Thomas's shirt.

"We have to keep running!" Thomas replies. He shoves the bag he was carrying into Newt's arms and keeps running. Newt follows, and I take the rear.

Before the games, I gave Thomas and Newt a little pep talk. I told them we should pretend it's like we're in The Maze again, and we should follow one rule: never stop running. No matter who gets left behind and no matter what happens, we should never stop running. So that's what we're doing. We're all sprinting for our lives.

As I sprint, I check out the arena. The woods are all pine trees. I think this arena is interesting climate. I've never been in this cold of weather. I obviously dread this whole Hunger Games thing, but the weather is interesting.

After sprinting for a few minutes, the familiar tired feeling grips my chest and my legs. If I'm feeling tired, I can't imagine how Newt and Thomas are feeling.