The End. (a hunger games fan fiction)

*this is an exerpt from the story*
Tears rolled down my face. My voice dead, my mouth still in a wide 'o' from screaming. My ears were ringing, as I grasped for my life. I was going to die. I screamed for my mother, for my best friend. For anyone to answer. And all I got was nothing. As I grasped the air, I could feel my life slipping through my clenched fingers.
*Sorry if it's not as long as you would like. This is going quicker than I expected.*


11. Eleven

Fifteen of us left. Three of us died yesterday. And all the Careers are still standing. The worst part is, Seda killed one of them. I saw her claw out the person's heart, and then leave. She wasn't kidding. I don't know how long I can keep this alliance.

"Ashwood, come with me. You too, Chase." I said, Seda and Gabe talking. once we were concealed, I let it all out. Since yesterday, I could only trust Ash and Chase.

"Okay, the other day, I saw Seda killing. Like ruthlessly killing. And Gabe could take us out Anyd-" Seda collapses. And Gabe runs into the woods, far away. I run to Seda, her frail and delicate figure covered by a stream of blood. I sit down next to her, and take her front paws. She coughs blood into my face, and then I hear a cannon. Seda has died. I walk away, bringing Chase and Ash with me.

"your in a better place, old friend." I whisper, as I spot the Hovercraft in the corner of my eyes. Now fourteen left. With two allies. My next target is Gabe. At least he only took a sleeping bag with him.

"Keep moving. Do you have all the packs?" I ask. Our load of packs fit into four. Easily. I took two, the others one.

"D-do you th-think that w-we can a-actually k-kill him?" Stutters Ashwood.

"I know we can, Ash. C'mon." I say, surveying our surroundings. I still have blood across my face, but I'll wash it off later. I'm still crying, tears dripping down my face. I spot a rabbit a little ways off. And I knife goes into its body. I'll kill to eat, but not to kill. I still shudder though, 

knowing I'll forever have the rabbit's blood on my hands.

"Yay! Food." Chase weakly says, before collapsing to the ground. Ashwood starts taking care of him, but I'm starting to feel a little woozy myself. I look at my arm, still wrapped up, swollen five times it's usual size.

"Ash, why are there two of you?" I lightly ask, feeling myself sway.

"D- don't p-pass out o-on me!" She started yelling, screaming at me. And then suddenly it all goes black.

I wake up to a sound of metal against the ground.

still woozy, I reach over and grab it. It's something from a sponsor! I look, a note there.



it says. I smile. Infection cream! But... I don't have an infection. I reach over to my arm. The cut one. Th bandage has been removed. And I feel something warm and sticky. I look at my hand. It's covered in blood. And my arm has gotten much worse. I don't think this bit of cream will work. But then I think. I have sponsors! Me! The girl who confessed to never kill! But I am the girl with the twelve.

I feebly sit up. I look over at my arm, and everything I ate this morning has come up. I'm retching and throwing. When my stomach is empty, a bit of stomach acid comes up. And Ash is over by me, taking care of me.

"W-why d-did-"

"I saw my arm. Haymitch, my mentor, he sent some cream for it. I don't think it will help much, though." I say, my voice cracking. ash just nods, and soon my arm has been covered with a think layer of infection cream, and I'm laying down, huddled in a sleeping bag. I get out anyway, wanting to help with my brother. The Hunger Games have barely just started to take their toll. And so have my fellow tributes.


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