Ruins of the past

Chapter 25

Petra cries out in shock as she sees me, runs for her weapons only to find them already gone, washed away, lost. Only now she seems to realize the rising water, the melting snow that causes me to slow down, stop completly, the near ending.
With an expression of terror she runs towards the tent, only to come out with bare hands.
I bite on my lip. Here we go, another murder, another lost part of my humaity I suppose.
When I get back I can atleast help Res and my, not so deserving, family. On posive thing about this whole death trap.

She begins to pick up speed, running towards me with a look of determination in her eyes.
She wants to win, won't accept defeat, that's just what carrieros do.
Suddently my legs feel cold and wet - it's rising so much faster now, freezing everything it touches.
I'm almost on the top, heavily breathing I make a run for it, the small snowy ruin made from grey stones, is taunting me. It seems to never get closer, to always slip away at the last second.
The water hits invisbile walls right before it, that must be the end of the arena. Why is there a ruin outside of-
Suddently my feet, numb and surely frozen, slip. Gasping for air I land hard on my back, making my vision go dark and blurry for a few seconds.

And exactly those very few seconds were enough.
Enough for Petra to leap towards me, throw herself onto my chest, pin me down.
Enough for her to grab my sword, holding it high above her head. Her face, decorated with scars and blood and mud, changes into nothing more than an ugly grimace. Her eyes wider than healthy, her mouth open, drooling at the thought of killing me.
But it was also enough for me to feel a rush of adrenaline in my tired and exhausted muscles.
I manage to wiggle my elbow free, she just laughs.
"Just give up, you're dead", her white lips form a wide grinn, "What, did you really think you were going to win?"
Now my whole arm is free, but she doesn't seem to care, completly ignores it.
"How naive", she huffs, bloody spit flying everywhere, then she leans in closer. Her breath smells like raw flesh and blood, a few drops hit my face, I try to turn away but she hold my head in place, having one hand in my hair. The sword rests on my stomach, cold and taunting me, the sharp end poking into her skin, coloring it red.
"They won't let anyone survive", she yells, then with bloodshot eyes whispers: "Nobody ever wins."

Then the weight has been lifted off me, she's gone.
One last canon shot, her body floating in the water, the sword pierced through her stomach and comming out of her back, and it's all over.

Is it?

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It is. I originally planned a completly different death for Petra, but I feel like this is more interesting and fits better.
The mocking jay pin in an earlier chapter and the ruin in this one were supposed to hint towards a second part but atm I don't see that happening - it wasn't fully planned out either

This is the end of my first ever finished story - wow. That was one hell of a struggle for me lol but I'm glad I did it.
My englisch has improved a bit too and I have a better idea of how to go about stuff like this so overall: very positive feelings