Mercy (A Hunger Games fanfic)

Avea Thatcher isn't like most careers from District 4, she has no interest in the games or the fame and glory that come with being Victor. But after her twin sister, Lyra, is executed, her older sister, Xanthe, decides to volunteer for the 56th Hunger Games as a form of suicide. Avea knows she has to be the one to fight in the games if she is to save her sister and keep her family together. Seen as a traitor by the careers, Avea struggles to stay alive in the arena while keeping a vow she made to Lyra and herself to not let anyone suffer before they die.

"Before I black out I make a vow to myself: 'I will never let anyone suffer like she did. I will never let anyone suffer like my sister did.' And then I'm pulled into the blackness."


21. Chapter 20

"Damn it!" I scream and throw a tomahawk into a tree where it buries itself, I wish that tree was Zale and that I could rip him apart.

Zale and is freaking allies have hurt to many people and I want to make him pay. His suffering may not bring me comfort but at least justice will be served. I know in part that this is my fault; my treachery made me a target for the Careers which in turn made my allies a target, but I still can't get rid of how happy Zale was when he carved the word Traitor into my arm or how he didn't even care that his sole remaining ally just died, he only care about saving his own God damned ass. I rip the tomahawk out of the tree and swing it as hard as I can imagining it burying into his chest and the blood pooling at his feet as he watched his life drain away. I shake my head, I'm turning into Zale, vicious and blood thirsty, but I'm not sure if I care anymore. Maybe the games have turned me into a monster. I've already killed four people, four kids that were just trying to survive like everyone else. The games haven't turned me into a monster, it's clear to me now that I've always been one. It might not have shown back home because I had no reason to kill, but as soon as I was given one I went for it. I disgust myself.

I look at the knife in my belt, it would be so easy to end it all here. I don't deserve to win, but I can't leave Ronan to fend for himself against Zale. As soon as I take out Zale I'll make sure I'm next to die, I'll find Crant and let him kill me that way Ronan will only have one person to kill and he can win. Ronan is better than me, he's truly good at heart and deserves to live.

I've just finished forming my plan when Ronan comes crashing though the woods completely out of breath. He sees my distress and his envelop me. Time freezes over as he holds me, I lean my head into his shoulder and breath in his scent. He smells of the woods and blood, but there is something destictley Ronan about it. He runs his fingers over my arm tracing the bumpy scar forming the word TRAITOR, but I can't feel it. Now that I think about I haven't been able to feel anything in my right forearm since my first fight with Zale and I probably never will again especially since I'm going to die. I can't hold myself together and break down crying.

My sobs echo through the woods and Ronan pulls me closer. I only allow myself a moment to let the emotion show, only a moment to reveal my tattered soul, and then I bite my lip and for myself to stop crying, I can't show weakness now.

We walk slowly back to the camp and pack up our stuff to find a new spot. The birds in the trees sing as if nothing is wrong, but things couldn't be more wrong. I've lost more people in this week than anyone should ever lose. They were my friends and they didn't deserve the end they got. Mave, Harrison, and Eris, they didn't deserve it.They had to pay for a crime they didn't commit, yet the Capital never pays for the crimes it commits. One day I know they will pay.

I roll the soft leather of my bracelet in my hands not wanting to put Eris' name on it, because if I do than accepting she's gone and I can't. The sun is going down and I know what I'll see, I know it will be painful, but I have to see her face one more time. The anthem plays and it sounds like a mourning song and then the images come, first Terra and then Eris. She looks even more beautiful projected against the stars and I let a choked out cry escape my throat. No, no, no, this can't be happening. I entered the games to save my sister, but I never thought I'd be the one needing saving. The seal of Panem flashes in the sky and I want to make them pay.

"You liked watching her die," I scream, "Didn't you? You disgusting creatures like watching us suffer. You... You are not even human."

I know that my words aren't being shown across the country, but I know Snow and the gamemakers heard me. They know what they are. My outburst has given me the courage to stay strong and I shakily pick up my knife. E-r-i-s I carve and let out a strange laugh. I'll never let her go, any of them, but this way I know they'll always be with me. I laugh again and I hope everyone can hear because I'm laughing at them. They won't win.

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