Broken (A Hunger Games Fanfic)

Chapter 19

Yup, two chapters in a day! I love writing(: Call me crazy, but I seem to be excited for school to start. . . I get to see my buds @microaxel and @EvilZombieCupcake again! But yet, I won't have as much time to write as I do in the summertime:P

Well, I guess you wanna read and see what happens(:

Enjoy! ~Kaitlyn

I gasped and twisted my head to a sight that would forever haunt my mind; the scary, bulky figure of Fable running in my direction, another knife in his hand.

I ditched the squirrels and sprinted away. I could hear Fable's combat boots hitting the ground as he chased after me. My heart was beating a hundred miles per minute, and the adrenaline was rushing through me. It was like I could hear Fable's thoughts; This is it. This is the final kill!

Shortly after, I ran into an opening. The long brown grass was swaying in the wind and ocean waves were crashing on a shore. I had a million ideas scuttling in my head. I could use my skinning knife and  fight, stop and let Fable slaughter me, or commit suicide to stop a horrible, torturous death.

Wait, what am I saying? My mind shouted at me. I'm not weak! I survived without the support of my parents, while helping my brother take care of two children. I showed everyone I had potential when they thought I was weak and defenseless. I could kill one of the deadliest tributes in the Games. I was strong enough to make it into the final two tributes in the Hunger Games.

I'm strong enough to beat Fable. . .

I stopped in my tracks, turned around and brought my knife up in defense. Fable didn't take that as a threat. He lunged at me and swung the knife blade at my face. I dodged it and sliced his arm as he stumbled. He cried in agony and turned his murderous glare at me. I kept my face as dangerous as I could.

"You shouldn't had bothered." He mumbled. "You're just a weak and useless bitch. You couldn't even kill me if you tried. That's all you'll ever be; weak and useless."

I struggled to restrain myself from slashing the hell out of him.

"No, I'm not!" I screamed.

I lunged at his throat and worked with all my might to slit it. But I'd forgotten Fable's strength, and he threw me off him like a bug. Before I could jump right back on him, he slashed his knife.  I shrieked as the blade sliced my cheek. I put my fingertips to my wound, and they came back dripping blood. I could hear Caesar Flickerman's voice talking to the cameras, Well the fight is coming to an end! Who are you betting on? Fable swung his knife again. I didn't dodge it. The knife left it's mark in a long, red line underneath slashed clothes.

I could sit here and waste my time trying to shed Fable's blood, but it would take forever to actually hurt him. By then, he would've had me hacked up everywhere. I wanted to cry from anger and pain, but it was like I was sucked dry. I felt defenseless. My knife was nothing against Fable's power.

Then I remembered something. Something that I'd been told to use wisely.

The poison. . .

I ripped the bottle of poison off the rope, twisted the lid off, and threw the liquid at Fable's face. The foggy liquid splashed on Fable's face, covering his eyes, mouth, and nose. Almost instantly, he cried out in pain. Now it was my chance!

I rushed at Fable and stabbed him with my knife in his chest.

He opened up his eyes in shock, and I knew immediately he was blind. His green eyes had turned a creamy white color that covered all of his eyes. He stared above me like I was standing in front of him. He tried to say something, but just like Mahogany, he could only manage a choking sound. I pulled the knife out of his chest and watched Fable as he fell to the ground.

Then finally, his cannon blasted and Claudius Templesmith came from all around the arena.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I am honored to present the victor of the 57th Annual Hunger Games, Annabelle Adler! I give you the tribute from District Seven!"

I walked over to the beach and fell on my knees, watching the shadow of the hovercraft fall over me.

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When I was inside of the hovercraft, doctors rushed in to take me away. I pushed them away from me.

"Where's Adrian?" I yelled at them.

"Ma'am, you need to calm down." A female doctor told me. "We just have to -"

"Where's Adrian?!" I screamed.

"Ma'am!" The doctor said again.

"I'm not going anywhere until you give me some answers!" 

I felt the stab of a needle in my arm before I fell unconscious.