Not Supposed To Be

~24

Rain. Rain. More rain. All damn day and we walked in it to find Thresh. I was soaked to the bone and Cato was angry. My teeth were chattering uncontrollably and Cato kept glaring at me. It was so cold. I wanted to be back in the cave in the sleeping bag snuggling with him.

The rain started to come down harder and I sighed. We were in the open field where Cato said Thresh ran to. I didn't like being in the open. Finnick told me to stay out of the open.

My hood fell and I pulled it back and tighten the straps. I grabbed Cato's arm and pulled him against me. He didn't give much warmth but I was desperate.

"C-can w-e please get o-out of the-e r-rain-n." I stuttered and leaned my head on his shoulder.

He began to swear and shook me off his arm. I sighed and stuck my hands up under my arms to try and warm them up. Cato began kicking rocks as a pair of arms grabbed the back of my shirt and shoved me to the ground. The trident flew from my hands as I gave a shout and rolled to my back

Standing above me was Thresh. He held a rock in his hand, probably the same one that gave me the bruise on my jaw. He raise it just as Cato tackled him to the ground.

They rolled and Thresh came on top and raise the rock. He was going to smash Cato's head in. I grabbed the ax out of my belt and threw it. The ax spun threw the air and caught Thresh's fingers. He yelled and fell to the side as blood streamed from stumps of his three missing fingers. Cato rolled away wiping the blood off his face and pulled his sword free.

Thresh roared and lunged for the machete that Cato dropped and turned to me. I dived for the trident and raised it as the machete swung in an arc towards my face.

I pushed him away but he kept coming and I'd par that machete away. I can't fight with a trident. My arms started to slow and sting from the hard blows. He knocked the trident from my hands and thrusted the machete into my stomach. The blade cut threw my jacket and shirt and lodged into the body armor.

If I didn't have the body armor I would've died right now. But the armor did not take the pain. I still felt the pain and knew that I'd have a bruise tomorrow.

Thresh's brows furrowed together as he tried to pulled the weapon free. He finally got it free and swung towards my face. I was pulled backwards and landed on the ground with a thud as a clashed sounded.

Cato caught the machete with his sword and pushed back. He swung towards Thresh's face and I could see the killer look in his angry blue eyes. It was quite scary to see.

Thresh threw a punch that caught Cato's jaw and swung the machete that caught his right arm.  Cato yelled and swung again. The fight went in for sometime, both were heavily injury and began to tire.

Thresh had back Cato into a tree as I grabbed up my ax. They were about thirty feet away. I only had one shot to save Cato. I lifted the ax and positioned my feet to throw. My right foot first since I was left handed. I swung my arm and let the ax go with a yell.

It flipped blade over handle as it sail towards them. The ax buried itself in the back of Thresh's neck with a sickening thump. He slid to the ground as his cannon sounded and thunder boomed.

Cato lowered his sword as more rain came down. He leaned back against the tree and closed his eyes, breathing hard. I just killed a person. My third kill. I slumped to the ground and buried my head in my hands.

How did Finnick get through these games without crying?