nightmare + f. odair✔

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The night passed without any troubles, and suddenly it was morning. Octavia shook her alliance awake as soon as the sun rose, muttering something about hunting for food and finding more fresh water.

Hahna gave a roll of the eyes.

"If we ration it correctly, then we'll have enough food to last a week, water too. So calm down, Tave, we'll be fine," Hahna insisted.

"We should find a better place to camp out, though. Hiding behind a thicket of bushes will do nothing f-" a loud boom that shook Octavia to the core sounded throughout the arena. A canon.

Last night, there had been nine canons- eight from the bloodbath and one from earlier this morning, was a grand total of ten.

Fourteen tributes- eleven enemies.

But then, she realized. She realized that something bad was bound to happen soon enough. The gamemakers would eventually get bored.

And, like pawns, they would be the entertainment.

Octavia glanced over at her allied, watching as Hahna grinned ear to ear and Chole gave a small smile.

She knew it was horrible to be happy that innocent children were dying- but that was the reality of the unfortunate world they lived in.

It was brutal, and if she weren't ruthless there were no hopes of surviving.

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Apparently, walking through what was assumed to be a longer island, was a mistake. There was no suitable shelter, at least in Hahnas eyes. It was eerie to Octavia, the fact that she knew there had been at least three other people who had swam to this island, but they hadn't ran into anyone. She had mentioned it numerous times, but they had brushed it off as nothing.

Octavia knew better.

So, when they ran into a district six pair, Octavia held back the urge to say I told you so.

The male snarled, Richy, Octavia believed his name was. She pulled a slick, dagger like knife from her belt, stepping forward. Chole pushed her back, somewhat behind him. Octavia knew she could take care of herself, apparently Chole didn't, though.

And suddenly they were charged, female on female and male on male. Octavia stood, watching their every move.

And suddenly, with a few grunts and hissed of pain, Hahna was pinned to the ground by a non-career. Her training apparently wasn't as prestigious and good as she had made it seem.

So, being the supposedly kind angelic soul she was, Octavia rushed in, grabbing the six girl by the collar of her wet suit.

She held a knife against Fiona Danven, the six girls, carotid artery, within a second.

Octavia didn't want this- but if it came down to Fiona or her allies, she knew the obvious pick would be the latter.

Fiona struggled with her easily five foot frame against Octavis stance, rigid and poised for even the smallest of movements.

So when the six girls ally escaped Choles choke hold and sped right towards her, she yanked Fiona so the knife was easily visible to her, what Octavia assumed to be, friend.

Or lover, you can never assume.

"One wrong move, lover boy, and oops-" a small droplet of blood "she dies," Octavia said, her own words surprising her.

Chole held Hahna, ready to step in at any given moment.

"Please, Octavia. I have a daughter, she is only a year old, please I'm begging you," Fiona cried, and Octavias facade dropped for only a small moment.

Thats all it took for Fiona to turn and bring Octavias head into her knee, slamming it as hard as possible.

She was disoriented- black spots clouded her vision as she stumbled about. She briefly noticed Hahna run at Fiona, Chole helping her.

Octavia then didnt hesitate in throwing another into the males abdomen, trying to be as stealthy as possible in her current state.

She didnt stop to think of what she had just done, of what her allies thought of her now, of what her own damn family thought of her. She just ran, occasionally making sure her alliance followed.

She ran until she no longer could, and then just as everything she did hit her, so did something else.

And then, everything went black.

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