100th Hunger Games

The Final Fight

We are getting near the very end of the book now everyone! Who do you think is going to win the 100th Hunger Games? (Remember upto 3 people can win as long as they are from the same district) Enjoy! Also sorry this chapter is a bit short today.

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Peeta's POV

Gale still had me by the neck, I could hardly move, and my entire body ached, but I couldn't give up. From the corner of my eye, I could see Katniss and Kat curled up in the cage in mid-air metres from the bubbling magma. "Gale what's your problem?" I ask breathless.

"Your wife, she has become the problem. She has become invincible must be eliminated. She has won 2 rounds of the Hunger Games now, dragging you along with her, why don't you pass the fame on now?" Gale says slyly.

"You want me and Katniss to die? I'll agree to that, but you must earn that fortune." I reply drawing my sword from the backpack as the cannon sounds yet again. I can't afford to turn and check on Katniss and Kat but by the small gasps and calls from the cage as we draw our weapons, I can tell they are fine. The face of another tribute... Leah, I think, pops up into the sky. We briefly look up and the battle begins. Stepping forward we both lunge at each other clashing our swords and attempting to end each other's lives. Gale is one of the most experienced tributes from the entire arena this year and me, well I'm not the one of the most able tributes seen as though Katniss has helped me through 90% of the time in all 3 of my Hunger Games adventures. Two of them being quarter quells.

We continue to strike at each other. Below us, Kat and Katniss screaming and crying wishing there was another way, but we all know full well there can't be. Minute by minute I am quickly losing air, trying to gulp in as much as I can. My ability drains by the second against Gale when before long, he strikes lucky and slashes a deep cut in my shoulder. I fall to the ground clutching my arm, now drenched in thick sticky blood and watch Gale as he lowers his swords laughing as turns slightly to announce my apparent death to the girls. I lie helplessly on the ground, my vision blurring and black spots appearing at the corners of my eyes unable to help. I hear the screams of Katniss, my beautiful wife as she hears the news and the cannon sounds...

Wait surely that can't be my own cannon? Surely, I cannot be dead, not with a heart that I can feel rapidly beating inside my chest. Maybe I'm not dead, I still have inches of strength in me. Slowly and carefully reach for my sword. I grip the metal edge, forcing myself to my feet and raise the sword high above my head. Without hesitating I swing the sword forward and pierce Gale directly in the heart. He falls instantly and the cannon sounds, I had done it. Gale was dead. I dragged myself over to where the cage was tied, lifted the girls up in the cage, secured and opened it to let the girls out. That was when all went blurred and I was consumed by darkness.