One Lucky Winner

Chapter 89 ~ Katniss

Day 9
9:27 PM

The black dorsal fin sticking out of the water tells me there's a shark in the water. Why is there a shark in a lake? Only God knows. Fricking gamemakers can do anything. It might not even be a shark. Who knows.

I turn my body and swim away as fast as I can, towards shore. I hear splashes behind me and look, only to see Tris swimming after me. It reminds me of the bears, and how I was running from them with Tris behind me.

It hurts to swim. Tris got me with a knife in my arm, and my body is numb and tingly. It hurts to breathe, because it feels like my lungs are covered in a thin layer of ice. I breathed in so much water when Tris tried to drown me.

I suddenly hear a yelp from Tris, a high pitched scream. I whip around and see her, being dragged out to the water. I see the fin by her. She meets my eyes, screaming. She flails towards me, but the shark is stronger. It pulls her out deeper in the water.

I rapidly and mindlessly swim as fast as I can towards shore so another shark doesn't come by and grab me. I finally reach shore and run out onto land. The icy air bites me everywhere; it's way warmer in the water, it seems. I can't stay in there, though.

I sit down in the snow, right by my bags that I dropped before going in the water, shivering madly. I watch Tris way out there, scream and thrash around with the shark that's probably eating her alive.

What do I do? I don't want to watch someone suffer and die, as much as I hate them. It's impossible to watch.

I look to the bag to my right, and remember the guns I put in there.

With numb fingers, I rip open the bag and dig around until I find the small handgun; the one thing Thomas contributed to our supplies. I force my legs to stand up and go back into the water, ankle deep.

I watch Tris struggle and scream. Her high pitched screams are so awful, I can hardly stand to hear them. I just tried to drown her and I obviously don't like her, but I know she's not the real enemy. She was innocent. And we were almost friends. Almost.

"KATNISS! PLEASE!" I hear her wail to me. I know what she's asking.

I don't hesitate. I raise the gun and aim it right at her.

Then I pull the trigger.

I hear the loud shot of the gun, and her screams stop suddenly. Then it's dead silent.

Cannon. I know who it is.

Silence.

The only things I hear are the wind and my raspy breathing. The wind is frigid cold, burning my ears and my nose.

I gasp and lay down in the snow, shivering violently, extremely confused and sad. My body feels so weak, I need to take a moment here.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you: the victor of the 75th Hunger Games," I hear a guy say, ringing throughout the whole empty arena.

I won.

Again.

I allow myself to pass out.