Lily Juniper Abernathy: The daughter of an alcoholic victor (book 1)

The games end

I felt myself wake in the sopping wet grass. It was raining. Finnick and Rosie had obviously gone to the copernica. I saw a blurr of Zanna bolt towards the start of the arena; the waterfall; the copernica. She was going to kill them. I could try and catch her. I might not make it but God loves a trier. I pushed hard against the forest floor, my hands sliding in the mud, and felll back again. I tried getting to my knees I fell again. I had to get up.

"GO ON KID!" A voice echoed over the arena...My dad- he must've taken the mic from the anouncers. It clicked off- whoever he had taken the mic off must've disconnected it.

I pulled up against the rock and got to my knees. I staggered backward into the grass. This was it- I started to crawl on my hands and knees: pulling grass and grinding my fingernails into the dirt as I edged closer and closer to the sound of rushing water. I crawled faster and faster until I managed to gain the strength to stand. Then I tripped over something: what an anti-climax that was. It was an axe. Just like my dad's weapon in his games. I picked it up and heaved myself off the floor. I staggered further and further and I heard Zanna's voice- she had decided on a big dramatic speech before her final kills, then, becoming victor. Not if I had anything to do with it. I tensed and un-tensed my entire body and broke out into a sprint, leaping over the debris and corpses that stood in my way. I dropped the axe to the floor when I saw Finnick sheilding Rosie from Zanna's wild stabs, each one plunging into his arm. I took the spear, sank to my knees from running, and skewered the spear through her neck. I colasped in the grass and saw Finnick and Rosie lie beside me as though we were cloud watching. The helicopter came into our line of sight just as I passed out.