The Odds Aren't In My Favor

Feather Amaris Albany was on her own. Her parents had married when they were in their teens, but a year after they had Feather, her father died in The Hunger Games. When she was twelve, her mother died, leaving her alone and on her own. She had to take care of herself. She traded, she hunted and she learned to fight...Especially since she had to stay alive and no one was there for her. But, after the first few months, someone helped her and that someone was Finnick O'Dair. He had helped her out by paying her to do things around the house for him and he had given her things that she needed. Now, she's seventeen and facing the next greatest danger in her life...The Hunger Games. She wishes that it was a nightmare, she hopes that it's all a dream, but sadly it's a reality that she has to live with. Now she must fight to the death and stay alive, and with Finnick as a mentor, she's sure that she can do it! Feelings start to get in the way, and she fights for her life, but what'll happen?


22. Shocking The Capitol

I didn't like killing and to be honest, killing Caleb was an accident.
I didn't fall on purpose, he made me and when the dagger landed in his chest, I was shocked, but the fact that I didn't cry when he died or anything had shocked the Capital.
I had just walked away, walked away from him and never said or done anything.
Finnick had sent me a note a few minutes afterwards that everyone was shocked.
They'd never seen a tribute just walk away from their own districts dead tribute without being at least a little upset.
It was high time someone took over this arena and I held my head high as I made my way through the this strange place.
None of the trees covered me as the rain began to pour down.
The only tree that had leaves was a pine tree near the center of the arena and it didn't even have leaves! It had needles!
As I walked, I heard the music start and instantly stopped in my tracks, looking up at the sky to see the tributes and their names.
The boy and girl from nine, the boy from ten, the girl from five, the boy from seven and then Caleb's face was pictured in the sky.
There were twelve of us now, including myself.
Eleven people that would have to be killed in order to win.
Eleven lives that wouldn't ever return home...
It saddened me--I was never bloodthirsty!
Not even now was I bloodthirsty!
The Capital was cruel and vicious, I wanted to end all of this now and tell the tributes to leave and go home.
It was all for show, the Capital has nothing to worry about.
They don't have to send their kids into the games or make anyone suffer....We do all that for them!
Now, we all had a job to do.
I gathered things to last me for few days and then went back to my little water hiding spot.
Getting inside of my hammock, I went underneath the water, then I just ate and fell asleep.
It nothing happened in the next few hours, I would have to kick things into action and it wouldn't be pretty.  
* * * * * * *  
As I dreamed and slept peacefully, I snuggled to myself in my little hammock.
The stars above me were reflecting on the water and I knew this because before I had fell asleep,I had become mystified by the beautiful glittering spots.
But even the water couldn't drown the sound of the cannon boom.
I jerked up slightly in my hammock and looked around, seeing nothing but darkness.
Then I remembered that I was underwater in my hammock.
But then it happened again....
It was so close and I was growing curious, wondering what was going on up there.
That was two people....Now their were ten of us left.
Putting ear plugs in, I fell asleep again, knowing that I was hidden and that nothing could find me as of right now.  
* * * * * * *  
By the next morning, the music played early, but the tributes' faces couldn't be seen because it was daylight.
Four people had been killed last night and they ended up speaking the district numbers and saying the names of the fallen.
Well, there were eight of us left now and we'd be battling it out until the end.
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