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Night 9: The End

- Dean's Perspective -

Maxim lifts the Scythe over me, and I know it's all over. He beat me. Fine. You win. But then something unexpected happens.

An arrow goes straight through Maxim's Stomach. His blood splatters all over me as he drops his weapon to the side. I'm going to kill this guy if it's the last thing I do. I have to act quick.

With whatever ounce of strength I have left, I fumble around until I pick up my knife, I then slide it clear across his throat, and he's dead. I'm covered in his blood, but I don't care.

I shove the knife into my own throat. I can't win this, I'm too hurt. The last thing I see is Willow tumble down from a tree.

- Hans Küttner's Perspective -

I see my bolt enter Willow's leg. She loses grip on the tree she was climbing and falls to the grass below. I ready another shot, just as a cannon goes off twice. It's just me and her now.

I fire again, but I miss. She's behind the tree, and I hear a yelp. She probably pulled the bolt. Then I remember Fleta's last words just before I killed her.

"Don't let 1-5 win." She had said slowly. "Don't let the higher districts win. Kill me because Dennis won't."

     It's as if everything slows around me. I'm in complete silence, with only my thoughts. I'm in harmony. Then, it's all broken. An arrow whizzes by my hand. It doesn't hit, but it makes me flinch. That leads me to lose balance, and I fall off of my tree.

     I eat the ground with my landing, quickly getting upright so I don't get punctured by an arrow. To my right is a brutal scene of gore and dismemberment. The boy from 12 had his arm cut off, and the two lay next to each other dead.

     I peek out to shoot at Willow, and see her peek over. I fire, seeing it's a clean shot. A bolt would go straight through her skull.

     But nothing happens.

     I quickly turn back around, and check my magazine. Sure enough, there are no bolts left. Of course.

- Willow Winterfall's Perspective -

     I see no bolt exit his crossbow, and I nearly celebrate. That's until I reach in my quiver and feel nothing. I'm finally out of arrows.

     So we're both out of ammunition. This is gonna be a close quarters brawl. You can do this Willow, You're from 4, you have a sister waiting for you to come back home. You've got this.

     I grab my karambit from the feast and rush between the trees. My leg screams in pain, but that will have to wait. When I win, the Capitol will fix it for me.

     "I assume we're both out?" I hear from not far away.

     "I guess." I begin to say, before I see him sprinting towards my original tree. Then I realize what's happening. He's trying to retrieve the bolt.

     I take my Bow and crank down the strength to the maximum setting. Pulling a normal arrow would be impossible with this, but not a knife.

     I place the knife where the arrow would normally be knocked. I pull back as far as the length of the knife allows me, and I let go.

     The knife flies through the air, spinning. It connects with his back. His screams fill my mind as it slices a path across his back. He falls to the ground, grasping for his back.

     I rush over as fast as I can with my wounded leg, sliding to get my knife. As soon as I get it, he gets up, trying to take it away from me. I headbut him, and he falls to the ground. My knife is on his throat.

- Hans Küttner's Perspective -

     I feel all of my hope drain as the knife is placed on my throat.

     "I didn't want any of this, you know." She says. "I just need to get back to my family. I volunteered for my sister and I'm seeing her again!"

     Then, I get an idea. I see the wall near us, and the wolf mutts clawing and barking on the other side. I had to keep her going.

     "You're just another Career." I say, slowly moving my leg so she doesn't notice. "Why would you care?"

     "But I'm not." She says. "I hate them just as much as you."

     "That's cool and all," I begin. "But I don't care!"

     I knee her leg with all of my strength. She loses her balance, swiping with the knife. With my superior speed, her knife misses by a fraction of a millimeter. I can almost feel the metal.

     I grab the knife with my left hand, holding it back. I then go for a headbut, and knock her backwards. Her nose explodes with blood. I manage to get out from under her as she gets up.

     She charges me with the knife, ready to sink it in my throat. I rear up for a kick, and give all the rest of my strength into one final kick.

     I explode my right leg into her chest, her knife sinking into my calf. It hurts like hell, but it was too late to save her. The force of the blow knocks her back past the blue wall, and the Mutts are soon on her.

     The screams of Willow will forever be etched into my mind. I can tell they will be the subject of many nightmares to come. I turn away, unable to look.

     I limp to Where she pulled the arrow the first time, and load it into the bow. I can't stand to see her cry out in pain. It's like the mutts were designed to have as much damage as possible.

I then fire the bolt into her head, and the cannon goes off.

Congratulations, Hans Küttner. You are the winner of the 47th Hunger Games! A hovercraft will pick you up shortly.