The 80th Hunger Games: A Time for Revenge

Day Six

Chapter Thirteen:

           Nineteen dead, five alive.  There’s me, Parker, Rosie, Sam, and Prim.  It felt weird sleeping in the Cornucopia without my other friends, it was cold and empty.  The arena seems dreary and is emanating pale gray mist, which is swirling on the ground at my feet.  Today I will get my revenge.  I’ve waited far too long for this moment, it’s time for Prim’ family to grieve, not mine.

           “Today we attack,” I decide out loud.  Parker and Rosie have fire in their eyes, I can tell that they’re ready for this to end.  For me to torture Prim and win with Parker, with hopefully, but then again not hopefully, Rosie dying in the process.  I know President Snow wouldn’t let all three of us win, it would be too much.

           “So we’re going to the forest?” asks Rosie.

           “We’ll go there first, and we’ll fight if they’re there,” Parker says, “this will be the last day.”

           We pack up some backpacks with medicine, water, food, and lots of weapons.  After preparing, we trek over the hill to the edge of the forest.  The trees stretch on for miles, it would be impossible to find them if they were at the end.  All we can do I hope that they haven’t gone far.

           We enter the forest, and find that it’s much cooler than out in the open, as expected.  Before long, we find traces of life: A small, temporary camp equipped with snares and bits of inedible food.  Sadly, I’m pretty sure it’s from Chuck, or something left behind by anyone.  We don’t stop to check it out anymore, there’s no use.  About an hour of hiking goes by with no Sam or Prim, but I don’t lose hope, I can’t.  If I don’t kill Prim, going into the Games would have no meaning.  Obviously I didn’t know she was going to be Reaped when I volunteered, I did it to show the world what I could do, to become rich and famous, and to give my parents a victor.  But now, it was personal.  Finally, I hear a noise.  Off in the distance, I can see, though difficultly, someone running.  My time had finally come.

           “GO!” I yell to the others, who sprint after me.  I’ve never been the best runner when thinking about endurance, but I’m compelled to keep going.  I know I’m catching up when I hear another set of footstep alongside the original ones.  My legs are screaming at me to stop, but I can’t.

           I eventually see them running.  Prim and Sam are side by side, and they realize I’m gaining on them.  They exchange a glance, stop, and turn.  Apparently Prim has a knife, and Sam has a bow and a quiver of arrows, but I have a trident, and Parker and Rosie have something with them too.  Sam makes the first move: Shooting at me.  The arrow gets close to my body, but I use my trident to deflect it, no harm done.  There’s panic in her eyes, but she hides it from her face.  She shoots again, aiming at me, but changing direction at the last minute and hitting Rosie’s neck.  BANG!

           It’s two to two, but we’re coming for them.  I go to Prim, and Parker to Sam.  They both run, but Sam slips and Parker grabs her collar and pushes her to the ground.  He very violently punctures her stomach with the hedge trimmers, leaving sticky, dark blood spraying them both.  Sam screams in pain, and finally Parker stabs down farther, causing her to perish.  BANG!  Three left.

           Prim isn’t slowing down; she may even be sprinting at a quicker pace.  But neither am I.  I spurt forward, grabbing onto her and pulling her down.

           “Oh Prim, you may think the Games are almost over, but I believe that they’ve only just begun,” I menacingly say to her.  This is my time to shine.

A/N: Please vote and comment!

This is probably a good time to tell you all that the story will start up again in Prim's POV....  Tehe...  Just the Reaping and Games, though; no training or stuff like that.  It was too boring.