Disney Hunger Games

Chapter 38

By RavenclawMaven1198

Ariel's POV

Water.

That's all that I can process, the water around me.

I'm propelling myself through it like a speedboat in a lake, I can't stop, I won't stop. Adam could be close, he could have a knife aimed at my back right now, I can't stop. I can't stop until I've heard a cannon.

I'm pushing myself through the pond at warp speeds, if I hadn't been raised in District Four I would be dead right now. All those years of swimming and you are practically a fish.

Water churns in my ears as I continue to plow through it, not taking a moment to let my screaming muscles rest.

The other side of the pond is so so close, only a few more seconds and I will be there. I start devising a plan for once I'm on land again. I'll throw my knife at him, or slit his throat as he crawls out of the water, or I'll run again.

But I'm sick of running.

I won't have much time after he gets out to act, one of us will be dead in the next five minutes, I just know it, it's inevitable.

Finally, I come to the bank of the pond and pull my hot body from the frosty waters, scrambling up onto the shore with my knife stuck out in front of me.

I whip around and face the pond, ready for Adam's next move, but I can't even find Adam.

He wasn't at my back with a knife this whole time, he wasn't even close to my feet. He stopped swimming about a quarter of a way into the pond. I know this because his body is floating on the top, face down.

I hear the whirring of the hovercraft over me and look up as a claw lowers from a hatch in the bottom, scooping up his dead body and taking it away.

It was over.

I won.

The air floods back into my lungs and I'm gasping for breath, my vision blurring. How did this happen? How am I the only one left? How did I escape death like this? Out of twenty four innocent kids, I came out on top. It was insane. Only someone with training and bravery and guts could win, so how am I here?

Another hovercraft comes into sight and instead of dropping a claw, it drops a ladder.

I almost don't want to stand up I was so in shock.

The ladder lowers itself directly in front of my face and with shaking hands, I take a rung and pull myself up, sticking my feet into a lower rung.

With a jerk, the ladder starts to raise, me with it as I watch the arena grown smaller and smaller below me.

I'm sucked up into the inside of the hovercraft and people immediately crowd around me, addressing my wounds, forcing a straw into my mouth. They were caring for me like they hadn't just thrown me into an arena to die.

I was brought to a comfortable chair, heated to warm my freezing body.

I glance out the window at the ground below me, the cornucopia just slipping from my vision.

I can't hold the reservoir of tears in my eyes anymore.

I cry for everyone that died, everyone I killed. I cried for Peter and Wendy, I cried for Adam. I cried for their families. I cried for Eric, I cried so much for Eric. But most of all, I cried for the person I used to be before the Games. How I longed to know that person again.

By the time I pulled myself together again, we had landed in the Capitol.

"Miss Pacific, we are going to take you to the infirmary right now for a check up, okay?" One of the attendants asks.