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?


21. Your Aim Is A Little Off....But Mine Isn't

I watched his eyes as they dangerously gazed into mine with an evil smirk covering his lips.
"I told you you'd never win, Feather. I told you that my plan would succeed and that you would die. You were always the first one on my kill-list and now, I get to make you my first kill, right here, right now." He said, his words laced with a stupid smirk that matched the one on his face.
"Finnick nor Mags could save you from what lie in store for you. Now, you'll pay the price for being the girl you are." He continued.
"But you're forgetting something, Caleb." I said, acid tracing my lips.
He looked at me with curiosity as he continued to frown, studying me.
"You haven't won yet." I said smirking just as evilly back at him, and with that I lunged, grabbing one of my daggers in the process.
This would end one way or the other, there was no going back now.
I didn't intend to die and I sue as heck didn't intend to let someone like Caleb win.
As I pinned him to the ground, he flipped us.
"You stupid girl. Don't you know that men are stronger and more dominant?" He said smirking as he tried to catch my hands.
I swung the dagger and he caught my wrists.
My heart sped up and my eyes widened as I realized what kind of pickle I was in.
This was turning bad, very bad, very quickly.
I lunged up at him and knocked him completely off of me and onto his back. The sword he held in his hand was thrown straight at me and I somehow dodged it, it not even touching me once.
"I might not be that strong physically, but emotionally I am." I say and dodge a swing he throws at me.
Standing on my feet, I quickly move out of his way as he lunges back at me.
Although, I'm taken by surprise when he tries to grab my feet.
Just as he does though, I lose my balance, falling.
My arms flailing and all of a sudden I gasp as blood covers my hands.
The warm liquid freshly spilt and a gasp echoing in my ears.
My eyes meet with Caleb's and he looks down at the dagger, which was now peircing his chest.
It almost seemed as if the color drained from them and his whole body turned pale.
"I'm sorry" Were the last words to ever come out of his mouth as he died beneath me.
I looked at him and as the cannon went off, I snapped my head up.
I had to run. I had to get out of here!
Before I knew it I was going to go crazy in here and I couldn't stay here any longer.
I wanted free, I wanted to go home!
But wasn't that what everyone wanted?
To see their friends and families?
To hug their parents' necks and tell them how much they missed and loved them?
All of them had families....Mother's, father's, brother's, sister's---They had families, but I didn't.
I had no one at home to call my mom or my dad because they were both dead.
No one would care except for a few of my friends....That's what I had! Friends!
Friends that I was fighting for to see again! Friends that were watching in hopes of me winning!
Friends that had been there and helped me and made me feel loved!
Finnick loved me and I loved him and---I knew who I was fighting for now.
My eyes and face were determined and as the hover craft approached, I jumped off of Caleb's lifeless body and walked away, slowly but surely.
I wasn't going down without a fight.
I wasn't scared and I sure wasn't going to play this game anymore....I was going to win.

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