𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒.
❝ you aren't scared of the
cruel games they play.
you're too busy being swept
up in a flame of her lies. ❞
𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 - 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐘
𝐂𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐁𝐘 @𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐡𝐞�...
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| " C O M P A N Y . " |
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During the time that I wait for the instructor to stop his rambling, I see that most of the tributes are watching us.
Well, Katniss isn't one of them.
"The rules are simple." Jeclyn, the instructor says. "Don't harm each other too much, save it for the games. No gashes or wounds allowed, only bruises are permitted. Don't get too rough or you'll have trainers escort you to your different stations. Got it?"
"Got it." Tamora and I answer at the same time.
Jeclyn steps out of the ring, and Tamora holds out her hand.
"Friends no matter what?" She asks. I shake her hand and nod.
"Friends no matter what." I confirm.
"Okay, girls. Ready?" Jeclyn asks. After nodding in responce, he blows a whistle.
Tamora wastes no time on throwing a punch at me. I duck, kicking her side. She grunts, but pushes it away as she punches my nose. I can feel the blood running down my nose already, but I ignore it, landing a punch to her cheek.
She spits out blood on the mat, and runs at me. She takes me to the ground, and throws two punches to my jaw, making me cry out. I grab her fist, and twist it, earning a sharp yelp from her. I flip us over, and straddle her, sitting my knees on her arms. She realizes, at that point, that she can't get out of my hold.
"Good job, girls." Jeclyn says, helping us up from the mat.
"I think you broke my nose." I whine to Tamora.
"I think you broke her face." Tristan says, stepping over to us. I let out a heavy breath.
"What the hell, Taylor?!" Zach yells, eyeing my bloody nose. I roll my eyes.
"Can you two give us a minute?" I ask Tamora and Tristan. They nod, and leave me with Zach, as they head to the weapons station.
I grab a wet washcloth from Jeclyn, and wipe the blood from my nose.
"Do you know how dangerous hand-to-hand combat is?" He asks.
"No. It's actually not dangerous at all." I put the washcloth down, sitting in a chair at the corner of the room. Zach sits next to me, not ending his lecture.
"She could have seriously injured you!" He yells.
"Really? How? Broken my nose? It's nothing the Capitol can't fix. I mean, seriously Zach? We're going into an arena with twenty two other kids to fight to the death, just so we can win a crown. And right now, you're worried about me getting injured in a place that can heal a person that's half dead? That's crazy and stupid."
