The 33rd Hunger Games

Tamar Mamet and her own brother, battle it out to become the last one standing.


21. 21)

The end was near, I could feel it. There was a kind of electricity in the air. Or perhaps that was the Gamemakers playing tricks again. Maybe that was their final trick. But I still had the rats to contend with; they were fast, faster than I could imagine. They were going to figure out a way to scale the Cornucopia, I could tell. Tetra must be out there somewhere. 

I'm scared now, as anything could happen if I drift off for more than one minute. The rats were surrounding me, so I couldn't escape. Then, in the distance I saw him. He broke into the clearing, practically dragging himself towards me. His eye had fallen out of its socket, so a large hole was left there. 

The world around me began to spin; literally. I was knocked off the Cornucopia, and Tetra was forced to the ground. Rats closed around me, I began to suffocate under the sheer mass of rats...until I found my knife. I slashed my way through the tiny bodies of rodents, and they scattered, realising I couldn't be eaten. Tetra grinned wildly as he stumbled towards me.

"Please," he said. "Please kill me," 

I nodded. Immediately, I drew out my largest knife, and ripped his head clean off. His blood spattered on my face, and I collapsed. I had won. This was it. No more fighting for the rest of my life, perhaps some peace. 

"Take me away boys!" I shouted. "PLEASE!"

The hovercraft froze me and lifted me up into its depths. Inside the hovercraft, doctors and nurses surrounded me, and that reminded me of the rats. I wailed until they left me alone. They had put me in a room, a clean, sterile room. It looked disgusting and unnatural. I want to die, but the Capitol won't let that happen now that I'm a Victor. I shouldn't have killed Tetra, he should have won and gone home to his family.

I'm refusing doing interviews for the Capitol, there's no one left I care about. Except for Clato, the reason my brother died. Maybe I don't care for him as much as I did. I don't care for anyone anymore, let alone myself or him. 

The Hunger Games have taught me that there are no winners living like this; only survivors.

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