The world around me blurred as I ran, eyes clouding over. There were three tributes left alive, and I, miraculously, was one of them. The youngest tribute to ever make it to the final three - Breeze Reine, 12 years old, District Five. Choking up with fear, I slowed to a stop, exhausted. Thick forestry surrounded me, and I cursed my stupidity when I noticed the obvious trail of footprints leading to my current location.
Suddenly, a cannon boomed, making me jump and frantically look around. It was the final two, and I swallowed as I realized that, either way, I would be facing a Career - a well-trained tribute prepared to kill. Then there was me, sweet little Breeze, who spent the majority of her games running and hiding and narrowly evading death. But there was blood on my hands.
Imogen Kellen was a very pretty girl of 14 years from District Six. She hadn't been so pretty with blood smeared across her pale, lifeless body, as well as blood-stained flowers that I had decorated her body with in an attempt to reassure myself that I wasn't what I was - a cold-blooded, heartless killer. It had been such an easy kill - a few stabs to the back with the dagger that was my only remaining companion in the games and she had bled out where her 'campsite' was. I stayed at her side while she died, and took her supplies when she finally did.
Yes, I remembered her name. I had learnt everyone's name in the 65th Hunger Games before I entered the arena. Edmund Brentley, District Three and my only ally, had scoffed and told me that doing that would make them seem more human and harder to kill. Harriet Wood, District 2, sent a spear through his chest when we made it to the Top 10. I barely escaped the same, brutal death.
"Five. What a surprise." A low voice said behind me. I whipped around, dagger at the ready, to see a smirking Finnick Odair staring back at me, trident in his hand. He raised a bronze-brown eyebrow at the faded, but still ever-present, bloodstains on my knife.
"Didn't take you as a killer." he noted.
"Yeah, me neither," I said bitterly. He gave me a sad smile.
"I'm sorry, Breeze," he said before lunging at me with his knife. I instinctively lurched to the side, ducking to avoid the pointed tip of the trident. It drove itself into a nearby tree, but Finnick looked unbothered as he exchanged it for his main weapon - a gleaming silver trident, dried blood staining the sharp prongs red.
Suddenly, he lunged at me again, and I was unable to avoid him this time. He pinned me to the ground easily with one hand as his shaking hand held the trident up. I could feel the tears rushing down my cheeks.
"P-please let me l-live!" I pleaded, wide eyes staring at the three sharp edges. I knew it was futile. Finnick shook his head, still staring at me. He continued staring at me as he stabbed his trident into my stomach, as I screamed out in pain, as blood poured out of the wound. As I bled to death, my lifeblood staining the grass around me a deep red. As the world around me faded to black.
Just before I closed my eyes for the final time, I heard my cannon sound and trumpets blare in the seemingly faraway distance. Claudius Templesmith's voice resounded through the arena.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I am pleased to present the Victor of the 65th Hunger Games - Finnick Odair!"
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"NO!"
The distraught cry of 14-year-old Electra Reine echoed through the now much emptier Reine House. Her mother, having now lost two family members, simply sat in her armchair, frozen - broken. The brunette stared in disbelief at the television screen, because it simply couldn't be real. Breeze couldn't be dead.
But she was.
Electra choked back a sob as she sprinted up the stairs into her room and collapsed on her bed, staring at the photo of a smiling breeze that she had placed on her bedside table.
That beautiful little girl was dead. Breeze Reine, who smiled at strangers and sang with the birds that flew around the district, was dead. Gone. Never coming back home.
She felt something deep inside of her harden right there and then, as Electra (the only Reine sister left, her sister now nothing but a lifeless body soon to arrive in a plain casket from the Capitol) clenched her fists and closed off her heart.
They would pay. They would all pay.
The Capitol.
District Four.
Finnick Odair.
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unforgivable ➸ finnick odair
Fanfiction❝forgiveness says you are given another chance to make a new beginning❞ finnick odair killed her sister, and electra reine hated him for it, until she didn't. [slowburn finnick x oc] [pre-hunger games - post-mockingjay] [credit for photo in co...
