The 125th Annual Hunger Games

Chapter Ten: Ice Blood and Death.

Chapter Ten: Ice, Blood, and Death
Vanna's POV
Marmite and I circled each other, both waiting for the other to make the first move. I gripped my bow and arrows tightly until my knuckles was white, I hated her with all of my heart, she deserves to die. Without warning, I raised my fist and punched her square in the jaw, she fell backward from the force of my punch. Marmite quickly recovered and kicked me behind my knees. I fell into the snow, Marmite took this to her advantage and landed a blow on the stomach, groaning I try to reach for my weapon but she kicked it away.
"You know, I'm tired of your mind games. I think its time we end this, shall we?" sneered Marmite. I spat at her. Beast. I hated the way I was, lying there on the ground at the mercy of the stupid witch girl. When she reached down to probably to strangle me, I dug my nails into her skin. Marmite screeched in pain, she tried yanking her arm out of my grip but I held on until I saw blood flowing from her arm. "You idiot!" yelled Marmite staring at me hatefully. While she was cradling her "poor arm", I got up and started kicking and punching for all I was worth. I was seeing red, nothing could stop me. My weapon was lying on the ground. I picked it up, ready to strike.
"You know, I never liked Marmite with her bitter brown taste."
Marmite was smirking, blood dripping from her chin.
"Die, Vanna!"
I was confused until she drew her duel blade and before I could react she plunged it into my chest. Pain. Pain was all I felt. It was like a hot branding iron on my skin but worse. Maybe this was the end for me, I thought. My eyesight was blurry and my breathing came in sharp ragged breaths. I saw Marmite walk away. I thought if my mom and how I promised to come home. Now it seem impossible I was dying, but I pushed my last bit of strength and managed to sit up. I grabbed the duel blade still in my chest and I yanked it out. I screamed in agony whilst blood dripped down my chest. Taking deep breaths, I grabbed my weapon. Then, aiming at Marmite's back, let it loose. I strained my hearing. I lay down into the snow satisfied when I heard a loud shriek followed by a dull splatting thud. She was so dead. I had shot her straight through the neck. I welcomed the cold snow onto my aching body before letting sleep overtake me.
Marmite's POV
She had hit my back. In shock, I fell with a dull splatting thud into the snow. Frozen tears dripped and soaked the snow. I'm not going home to District Four, alive. The snow fell on my back and I knew I'm dead. I close my eyes, thinking of the shores of District Four and my new life ahead.
Vanna was tended by doctors and returned to the arena. Meanwhile Marmite was fixed up to send home to District Four. Vanna was dropped back at the frozen Cornucopia, healed.