An arrow whizzed by my head, lodging into the tree right in front of me. A knife followed after, cutting off a low-hanging branch.
I knew I wouldn't have much time left if I kept running.
I had to fight.
I grabbed a small slip of paper and climbed up a tree. Grabbing a wet leaf from the recent rainfall, the cap of the water bottle out of my pack, and a sharp twig, I mixed together a green type of ink and started to write.
"I know you are up there!" Andra said below me, aiming her arrow. She missed, but only by a hair.
I quickly scribbled the words I needed to show him. He needed to know.
"Remember when we found the secret at the sycamore tree? That is where you shall find the Key to the Games." I slapped it on the camera behind me (which I found several days earlier after a hard search, just in case I needed to tell Panem something).
"Writing a note to your awful-ass family?" she said, throwing a knife in the air.
Smiling, I caught the knife by its plastic end. I heard her breath escape her mouth. I had her.
"One down, four more to go," I said, as the knife slid like butter into her skull.
The cannon sounded, and by that time, I was easily half a mile away. The bloody knife was in my left hand, and I was scanning the plains for my next victim. No one…
Ooh, I thought as I saw the four careers walk onto the plains, either you're dead or you need Clove and Cato. I decided to pick the second option, wrapped a piece of long grass around the end of an arrow, lit it on fire, and shot it into the air. Hopefully they'd see the fire and come. I ducked down afterwards as fast as I could to prevent from being seen.
"I JUST SAW HER GALE!"
Too late.
Whipping my arrows and bow around to my front side, I strung one on the string of the bow and shot through the plains in the last direction I saw the careers. A distant scream told me that I hit right on target.
Standing up, I felt my knife in my left hand, to make sure it was still there, and I got ready to throw it. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath before stepping forward. I opened my eyes and could see Cato and Clove running across the field. A knife and a sword hit Marvel's brain and cut his head in half. They rushed towards me.
"Ready?" I called as soon as they were at my side, the careers busying themselves with the loss of their "bound to win" career. They smiled and turned towards me.
"Glitter's always pissed me off," Clove said. She turned towards them and stopped smiling.
Our knives were in perfect sync as the Final Battle of the 149th Hunger Games began.