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I'm still in the north-side, but I've found a different place to hide, away from the blood-stained snow. I've managed to make a small fire, so I can boil the snow. By some miracle, I'd found a rabbit, and had been able to kill it. Seeing Azure's picture in the sky last night had brought the tears right back. I couldn't stop thinking of the blood. Azure was a tiny girl, but there was so much blood. It was all over my hands, which were freezing. I had no gloves, and my fingers were stiff. I wasn't used to such cold weather, and I needed to get back to the east-side. So I gathered my backpack, my weapons, and started walking. It was impossible not to leave footprints in the snow, and I had given up on trying. My mind is all foggy, and I can't remember which way I came from, and I had never been good with directions.
I see three pairs fresh footprints that aren't my own, and I get my trident ready. It takes a while, but I come across a body lying on the ground. I didn't know what district this girl was from, but my eyes widen as she weakly talks to me. She's probably a little older than me, but I wasn't sure.
"It hurts..." She cries. I take in her appearance, and see a gash starting in her abdomen, and ending towards her pelvis. "Kill me, p-lease. It-it's been hours and I c-can't take the p-pain anymore." She gasps.
"Are you sure?" I ask, and she nods, moving her hand off of her abdomen, and grasps my hand. We stay like this for a moment, before I put my hands on her face. "I'm so sorry." I cry, twisting her neck as hard as I could. A canon sounds, and my lip starts to quiver again. I look at her hands, seeing black gloves keeping them warm. Without looking at her face, I take the gloves of her hands, and slide them on my own.
***
Finnick watches the screen, not taking his eyes off of Coralia. He knew the guilt she felt of killing - he had the same guilt. He sat next to Mags, Affron, and Verena, holding Coralia's bracelet in his hands. Verena had sobbed the night before, when Azure had died. Finnick could see that when Coralia snapped the girl from 12's neck, Verena had tears in her eyes again. Another canon had sounded - it was the the girl from 1, which left three tributes. Finnick was sure that Blaze's dad was facing repercussions at this point - with the truth being out. Finnick put Coralia's bracelet down, and grabbed his rope, his eyes widening when he saw a figure behind her. He wanted to warn her, but there was nothing he could do. He sat up straight, watching as Coralia used the moves he had taught her. This wasn't practice anymore - this was real. There was no getting up again if she failed. Coralia's trident was out of reach, as he had thrown it as far as he could.
"Come on, Cora." Finnick pleaded desperately. He could see the wheels turning in Cora's head; there was a patch of ice right next to her trident.She looked at Colt before sprinting away towards her weapon. She jumped over the ice, but because Colt didn't see it, he tripped, and hit his head. Coralia had her foot on his chest, and her trident ready to strike.
"You're too weak to kill anybody." The boy taunted her. Coralia clenched her jaw, bringing the trident down to his chest, hearing a canon go off. Finnick watched as Verena and Affron cheered for her.
And then there were two.
***
I saw three faces in the sky tonight. Moxie, Colt, and the girl from twelve. I was overwhelmed with guilt and grief. It was just me and one other tribute left, and quite frankly, I wasn't sure I wanted to live. I had too much blood on my hands. I knew that I would see Azure, Blaze, and the four people I'd killed face's for the rest of my life. Watching as the light faded from their eyes. Still, my first instinct was to fight.
As my head droops from nearly dozing off, I shake my head, trying to stay awake. It was almost dawn, and the sky was beautiful. It was a bunch of hushed colors mixed together, and for some reason, it calmed me. I wondered what I looked like right now. Exhausted, for one; I could feel the bags under my eyes. Azure had told me that my eyes were red, with a possible popped blood vessel from being choked, I had the wound on my shoulder, and my body ached from being thrown around. I was sure I looked void of emotion; I just felt numb.
The ground began to shake underneath me, and I could hear cracking from every angle. I knew what this was - the game-makers wanted the last two tributes to come into contact with each other. I grabbed only my trident, running as the rocks of ice began to fall along with the snow.
After about ten yards, I slipped, falling down face first. My head hit the hard ice, and I could feel blood oozing from the new wound. I got back up, not wanting to die in an avalanche.
I kept running until I collided with a body, causing us to both fall. At that moment, the arena stopped shaking. The blonde tribute is quick on her feet, and it rushing towards me with an axe. I block it with my trident, and bring my fist to her jaw. Adrenaline is rushing through my veins as I decide if I want to live. Before I can decide, I feel her ax lodging itself in my stomach. I scream in agony as the girl laughs. standing back in triumph.
Then, I see Finnick's face. I think about kissing his soft lips, and the thought of him holding me. I see Marina and my father, laughing at the dinner table at a story I told. I see my Uncle Fletcher taking me out on the boats.I want to live. I scream as I forcefully yank the ax out of my stomach, and swing it down, hitting her head. The canon sounds, and I stay standing for a moment, shaking, before my feet give out underneath me.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the victor of the 66th's Hunger Games: Coralia Underfell!"
