He has found me.
Adrenaline rushes through my veins, my heart is thumping painfully in my ribcage, and I can't find my voice to call out for help.
"Katniss!" I finally manage to scream her name in a coarse, faint voice.
He's chasing me mercilessly, I'm running out of breath, my legs can't seem to find the power to do any more effort.
I repeat her name hopelessly as the trees scrap every inch of my exposed skin.
My steps falter but I gain strength when I hear Katniss shout my name.
I try to follow the trail of her voice, but my hearts skips a few beats when I feel myself captured in some sort of trap. It's so intricately designed that I can't free myself from it no matter how hard I try.
I take in a slow deep breath, trying not to think that this might be one of my very last intakes of oxygen, the only thought running through my mind being My time is near, very painfully near.
And that's when I see my saviour running towards me, hope fills my heart and I can't help but think that I may have a chance after all.
I'm taken aback as I see the look of pure horror on her face, I turn my head to the direction where she's looking, and I see exactly why.
The boy from District 1, Marvel has a spear poised right in my direction, and I don't have the chance to scream before he throws it at me.
I close my eyes and pray that my death would be quick and as painless as possible.
I feel myself knocked to the ground and set free from my cage.
Why isn't blood seeping from me? Why can't I feel the spear inside my body? And why do I feel someone's weight on me?
Something's wrong.
I gasp in pain as I realise that it wasn't me who took the spear.
The weight over me shifts and rolls over to the ground to lie beside me.
I growl in anger and I snatch the bow and arrow from Katniss's grip, pulling the string and throwing my first arrow with perfect aim at the boy.
It goes right into his neck, and he goes tumbling to the ground, bleeding heavily. And I can't help but cringe at the feeling that I've just committed my first murder.
I shift my attention away from him and run towards my ally.
"Katniss," I crawl over to her and I can already feel tears soaking my clothes.
She smiles faintly, while her blood stains the grass she's lying on.
"You have to win," she whispers, her chest rising and falling in quick, unsteady gasps.
I can't help her, and I try to force myself into accepting the fact that the one who I just realised was my friend was slowly dying.
"I can't believe you took it for me," I manage to say between sobs.
She touches my shoulder lightly. "You and Prim are my little sisters" she coughs repeatedly. "I would do anything for you," she says in an almost inaudible voice.
"Don't let them win, Rue," she manages to say in a fierce, passionate tone.
I nod furiously, but soundlessly, I don't think I can talk now.
Her hands slip to the ground as her eyes flutter closed.
I back away from her and lie motionlessly on the ground, trying to understand what just happened.
My ears catch the sound of two cannons firing, I fail at denying them.
I can almost hear President Snow laughing in sheer ecstasy.
At that moment, I vow to myself that one day, I'll silence that laugh once and for all.
What the hell is wrong with me? Does every Hunger Games fanfic have to end in a main character's death? I suck, don't I? :P
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