She's back, bitches.
The phoenix falls with a satisfying thud, and I survey the field, taking note of my competitors' current states, both physical and mental. I cast my eyes to Jaclyn, heaving from the smoke in the air and pulling at he pony tail to make it tighter. I disregard her and focus all of my attention on Fenton, using the hem of his T-shirt to wipe the sweat and grime from his face. Looking at their weak states compared to my clean, unscathed, armored self, this should be a breeze.
"You know anything about the cannon shots on Day 9?" I call to Fenton. "I know you were allied with Elizabeth; you two could have taken out two tributes together."
He opens his mouth to respond, but Jaclyn beats him to it.
"They were mine," she says, forlorn. "Both of them. I was allied with the girl from 3, and the boy from 11 stormed our camp. I was having an episode, and I ended up killing my ally too."
"Episode?" Fenton asks, creasing his brow, utterly confused.
"I'm bipolar," she says, uncomfortably.
My eyes widen in surprise, and I shoot Fenton a look.
"That's a little terrifying," Fenton says, slowly.
"You think so?" Jaclyn asks, reaching behind her back, where I know she keeps her knives.
Before Fenton can respond, Jaclyn throws her knife swiftly, and it embeds itself in Fenton's rib cage. I run over to him, not because I want to save him, but because there's no way I'm not taking this kill. I kneel down next to him and take a tomahawk out of my bag. Even though I want him to die, I don't want him to suffer, so I force it into his throat, killing him instantly.
Boom
The next thing I know, I feel a light bump on my back. I turn around slowly and see a throwing knife laying on the ground where I was sitting. I pick it up and roll it between my fingers, sending Jaclyn a sidelong glance.
"Did you throw this?" I ask.
"Yeah, why aren't you dead?" she asks.
In response, I lift the knife and make a sharp stabbing motion towards my stomach. The knife bounces off harmlessly, and I grin. Jaclyn's mouth drops open, and I can't help but feel slightly bad for her. She was just trying to go home. But to be fair, we all were, and I'm not going to let a twelve-year-old stand in my way.
Taking the same knife she tried to kill me with, I pull my arm back and throw the knife. It lands directly over her heart, and she falls, not saying another word.
Boom
Too easy.
To clarify: Fenton still won. I just promised Star and Jaclyn alternate endings. So I guess I just wrote fanfiction about my fanfiction. Jaclyn's should come soon! And if you didn't understand what was going on here, read The 226th Hunger Games: Capitol's Picks.
-No one says no to Gaston!