The Wintering Prophecy | Haymitch Abernathy

We are not the same ~ 14

TW: fighting, swearing, choking, murder

Esme's POV

The sounds of bird chirping awake my heavy sleeping body. As I stretch awake I feel a presence beside me. I tread carefully and look without making any noise. I recognise him, but he isn't the person I knew before; Haymitch Abernathy.

He slowly opens his eyes and sees me. We both tear up as we see what we have become. A monster. Two lovers became lethal lovers. He jolts forward and hugs me as I return the favour. Our cries are muffled from our clothing.

After hours in silence with only a few noises, I speak up.

"How many?" - Esme

"4. You?" - Haymitch

"1. Last night." - Esme

Time Skip

We both needed real food, haymitch has had nothing for 2 days and I've been living off of uncooked squirrels. Haymitch gathered that Carl Turnbull, 2 other boys and 1 girl had teamed up to set base at the central point of the arena. And that is which where the food is. Me and haymitch hid up in the dense trees that outskirts the center.

"I managed to take someone's bow and arrow. We could slowly take them out from here. Then that's 4 dead. Leaving us 6 left." - Haymitch

He passes me the bow and arrow, we needed to take them out silently. Haymitch was to throw rocks near each person, as soon as they were distracted and away from everyone in sight, I'd shoot them.

Haymitch collected some stones before hand, and hand crafted a sling shot to fire at the alliance. We took the girl out first. She was easy and dim witted. We managed to take out the 2 other boys out one by one easily. It was just Carl left. He wasn't seen sight. We waited for his appearance.

Suddenly, a hand grasped my foot and tried to drag me down from the tree. I turn to see Carl. I try kicking his face to escape his tight grip. Haymitch soon noticed and jumps onto him wrestling him to the ground. I jump down to help him but kept getting pushed back.

They were both very rough with each other. Dragging each other into the open space. I keep a look out for haymitch in case this is all a set up. A figure emerges from the tree line and comes rushing towards me. I drop my bow and take my dagger out. Amara from District 11, she is good at one to one combat, this is going to be a struggle.

She forcefully pushes me to the dirt and pins me down. She is completely oblivious to what's going on around her. Her foot was on my upper arm that held my knife. Her left arm on my shoulder holding it down as she locked my legs in together.

"Oh look, looks like lover boy is in trouble. And you can't help him." - Amara

She turns my head to see haymitch in a chokehold. She turns my head back to evilly laugh in my face. I spit in her eyes, she grows angrier by the second. Her arm that once held my shoulder down took hold of my neck.

"You little bitch, your going to pay for that." - Amara

I try to seek fro anything heavy around me to hit her with, with my free arm. Fortunately, a large rock was near by. I hit the side of her head harshly. Her body falls on top of mine, I quickly push her off to see haymitch with Carl's dead body in his arms with blood stains.

HAYMITCH's OUTFIT