---3 DAYS LATER---
I wandered around the arena, sighing. Nobody even ATTEMPTED to kill me. I MEAN COME ON! IF I was TRYING TO WIN, EVERYONE would be trying to kill me! I heard a loud rustling sound from behind me. "Don't look. Don't look. Pretend you don't suspect anything" I told myself. I kept walking forward and the rustling grew louder as it came closer. I resisted the strong temptation to look behind me. Sure enough, a few seconds later, I felt something hit my leg, causing me to fall. "Gotcha now" a teasing voice said evilly from behind me. I knew that voice. All too well. It was Alexis. "Alexis?!" I gasped, sitting up. Not that I really cared if she was the one who killed me, I was just surprised that she would be the one to do it. I mean, we were so close and everything so ya know and she wouldn't hurt a fly. Although... She had killed Gale... Hm... "That's right. It's me. I was planning this all along" she laughed maniacally taking one step toward me. I didn't believe her. I could tell she was lying. "Cut the act Lexi" I said. "Ok fine. I really don't wanna kill you but... There's only 1 other tribute besides us... Soooooo.... I figured.. Since you told me you wanted to die... I..." She tried to explain. "Well, that's fine by me" I said, standing up, brushing the dirt off my shirt and pants. "Ok. I'm gonna shoot you" she warned. "Ok. Go ahead" I said patiently. She stood there, her hand shaking as she gripped the gun. I waited. She didn't do anything. "Shoot me Lexi. Shoot me" I instructed. She stayed there. After about a minute, the last tribute- a strong, big 19 year old named Jayson came out of the woods and knifed Alexis. I stood there in shock as Alexis's eyes went wide with fear and she dropped to the ground. Jayson looked up at me with cold soulless dark green eyes. I gulped but didn't move. "You're next girlie" he said menacingly. I didn't say anything. He raised the the knife and aimed it at my chest. I took a deep breath. Here we go. This is it. The moment where I die. Just as he threw the knife, a friggin huge black bear came charging at Jayson, ripping him to shreds. No lie, Jayson was in PIECES. the bear looked at me, turned the other way and ran off deeper into the woods. Jayson had been standing pretty far back and the knife wasn't going very fast since he didn't have a lot of force behind it. But about a second later, I felt the knife enter my stomach- right at the belly button. "OW!" I yelped, doubling over. I collapsed to the dirt ground. I was too busy writhing in pain on the ground to notice I was the last one alive. "CONGRATULATIONS KATNISS EVERDEEN! YOU ARE THE WINNER!!" I heard. I was still writhing on the ground. "Um... I'm gonna die here anyway so... Yeah" I seethed. I wasn't seething out of anger, I was actually happy, I was gonna die. I was seething out of pain. THAT KNIFE WAS FRIGGIN SHARP! I heard the helicopter above me as my vision started to blur. "Come on. Come on Katniss" I heard Prim. "I'm coming Prim. I'm coming" I mumbled weakly. The pain was starting to fade. "I'm coming home" I said quietly as I felt myself being swallowed by darkness.
N/A: I HOPE YOU KNOW WHAT "I'm coming home" MEANT. IF YOU DIDN'T, WHICH U PROBABLY DID, BUT ANYWAY, IF YOU DIDN'T KNOW OR UNDERSTAND WHAT THAT MEANT, IT MEANS THAT SHE'S GOING TO THE PLACE WHERE SHE WANTS TO BE, WHERE SHE FEELS SHE NEEDS TO BE! IDEAS PLEASE?
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Broken- A Hunger Games Fanfic
HorrorOk, so I know this concept of if Prim went into the Hunger Games has been done before, but I swear to God I am NOT copying ANYONE! If there are similarities or some parts that almost the same thing happens as another one- do not flip out on me- this...