-Written for UnrequitedHate's 100 prompts challenge. I took the extremely hard level (you must use all of the prompts, in order. You choose the pairing). The pairing for this fic is Brutus/Enobaria. It mainly focuses on Enobaria.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger Games, Catching Fire or Mockingjay. I'm just a fanfiction author playing around in Suzanne Collins's universe.
Prompt One: Loyalty
The body of the District One boy fell to the ground, hands still clutching a spear. A spear that he had tried to run her through with, Enobaria reminded herself. He was the last one, the last one except for him. Hercules. Her District partner. The cannon echoed in the background, but she wasn't listening. She stared at him.
Hercules was strong and also a favourite. He was named after an ancient hero, she remembered. Enobaria had always enjoyed Greek mythology. The original Hercules had been a son of Zeus, who carried out labours to get to Olympus with his father. The only thing he had in common with her Hercules was their abnormal strength. It was odd how thoughts like that went through your head at such crucial moments.
Neither of them had moved for a few seconds, staring at each other, evaluating each other's weaknesses. Suddenly, Hercules jerked forward, sword outstretched towards her heart.
Some loyalty.
Her honed reflexes allowed her to dodge. Enobaria had no weapon, her last knife buried in the neck of the District One boy. It was pure instinct that led her to go for the throat. Years of training for this moment.
Her teeth tore through his flesh, ripping through his carotid artery. Again, she remembered her training. An opponent will fall unconscious in less than fifteen seconds if their carotid artery is severed. It is a death sentence. Those were the words of Brutus, a victor.
The blood tasted salty and metallic in her mouth. It was warm and somehow, it tasted good.
She had repaid his loyalty in kind.
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