Humanity- A Hunger Games fanfic

Part 19- The Finale

The next day is plain. I have enough supplies now, and I mainly sit on the beach and read. When I woke up, the forest and grass was back to normal. I know a break day is expected before a finale, so i don't get too worried, but i am bored without the others. They're all dead now, except Titus, and I can't stop thinking about how we were focused on the wrong people. The Axes played perfectly. They weren't too bold, too insane, unlike Dominic who tried to act like a career, and they didn't show too much publicly. They were probably swinging axes around the second they could stand up. Just like how i've been told i've been bobbing around in the sea since before i could talk. I feel like lots of us are brought up doing our district's trades. District 2, training to be a peacekeeper. District 3, fiddling with wires. District 8, sewing and knitting. It's interesting. How did we decide trades back when Panem came together who knows how long ago? It's probably a history lesson waiting to kill me with boredom. Before these games kill me, anyway.

I would have thought the fire yesterday would have been a cover up for a plain day whilst creating the mutts, but they might be running out of ideas for new ones. I need energy for tomorrow, so I eat the majority and get to sleep early. There's no deaths as the whole day has most likely been sitting down, possibly preparing, and, in my case, reading. The finale better be good, as there's another knot in the pit of my stomach and I try to make sure I don't get the terrible feeling from my room and after I killed Dominic and the other one. That really wouldn't help.

I wake up in the early morning, pack up and sit around, throwing knives at trees. I can't make the stomach knot go away so i give up trying. I eat something and have a long drink at mid morning. And then I hear it. A cannon and the howl of a wolf.

The finale has started.

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I start running, finding a good tree, close to the beach so I can see everything. I clamber up silently, as high as I possibly can. I should have a good tree, as I dont think wolves can climb but they can't swim either. I hear screams and footsteps, and see the twins run out and dive into the water from the very very far side of the woods. So the wolves most likely got Titus when he was sleeping. There's three of us now and if I stay here I might just win. It's too easy.

The wolves follow the twins out onto the beach and they growl at the two swimming towards the cornucopia. I can see what's so mutt about them. Their teeth are huge and they have smaller legs and bigger paws, though it clearly doesn't stop them on land. Then I see what's so Mutt about them. They leap onto the water and swim on like dolphins, almost pounding on the water, occasionally submerging themselves.

The twins fasten with haste, pulling themselves up with axes and climbing on top of the cornucopia, fighting off the wolves, though they don't stop coming. I climb down a little, chuckling. But I'd rather not see decapitated wolves with their insides spilling out, as I know what the twins are doing. They are, after all, the Axe twins. I still can't remember their actual names.

I sit on a branch for a minute or two, until I decide to go back up and see the damage so far. But as I'm climbing up, my head hits something hard that I'm sure wasn't there before. Then everything goes eerily quiet. I look up slowly, and I see a tracker jacker nest, and the jackers are all focused on me.

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I hear a cannon go off. It's one of the Axes, meaning it's only me and one of the twins left, and the odds aren't in my favor. They aren't at all. Because in a few seconds I'm going to be dead from tracker jackers.

I'm frozen, hanging onto a branch, and the jackers come after me. I fight them off, but the pain is too much. They won't go away, they're swarming around me, stinging me, and it's the most painful feeling I have ever felt, more painful than I could imagine in my life, but I'll have to give up soon, and it's now or never. My hands loosen from the branch as I pass out and fall from the tree. The only thing I hear before I'm fully out is a cannon, and the buzzing stops. Then I hit the ground, passed out, as a victor.

I may have won, but did I really? Three kills, out of twenty three people dead. I have some of the most kills in the game. I've changed for the worst. So I may have won, but I lost my humanity.

To Be Continued...