Like Father like Daughter

Blaine is the daughter of Haymitch Abernathy and the 71st Hunger Game victor. Can she help Katniss and Peeta as their mentor during the Games or will she and her father be the only district twelve's victors.

Chapter one: 71st victor

I was running for my life in the tundra mountain trying to get away from the last tribute. I was heavily wounded, bleeding badly from my side for the girl from District One struck me with a machete. I find it Ironic how close this situation was from me and my father. He won the second Quarter Quells by killing a girl from District One while being wounded. It would be hilarious if the Gamemakers added a force field so I can use. Just let this tribute throw her machete at me, be lucky to doge, and wait for it to back fire. Nope not for this generation! For instead of being in a field of dream, that everything was peace and harmless except deadly. District one and I we're in the waste land, winter mountains, and worst; lost in a blizzard.

The storm was a good and bad thing. One, it covered my track, but two, I couldn't see what was in front of me. Not even ten feet. Shivering, I stopped to find a cave. Perfect, quickly going in and huddle into a ball. Warming my hands to one another with the gloves Haymitch (my father) was able to send. Removing my pack, I take a look in what I had left. I had at least a day worth of food, frozen water, a sleeping bag, and finally an awl. I lost my dagger when killing District 2 guy. Taking a deep breath, I try to remember the condition District 1 was in. If I recall correctly, her left arm was broken along with her nose and a black eye. If I'm lucky, she would fall off the cliff.

"C'mon Blaine….almost there," I muttered to myself. "If dad can do it so can you."

I shivered again and thought of my dad. "Oh, you so owe me a drink… dad."

I could bet Haymitch is laughing at this. If I win, I don't plan on being an alcoholic. Hell no, I'm only sixteen. But I plan on at least to have a drink before wallowing my misery away with some sort of hobby. Maybe I could do cooking or become a singer. I have a good voice, and I sang my District partner Mike to his death. Mike was only fourteen and lived in the Seams. We promised to stick together until we had to separate. He was a stubborn brat, but when we reached to the final eight, he wanted to separate. Except that result lead him into a trap being killed by a guy from District five. After Mike's death, I avenged him; in fact I believe I killed five tributes so far in the games?

I shuddered again before a cough. A copper taste in my mouth that I look at my hand to find blood. Damn it. I need a doctor and quick. So packing my supplies, an awl in hand I head off into the snowstorm. Though little did I know that District one girl was waiting for me at the entrance. She was tall and beautiful while her blonde hair went out everywhere in the winds. A machete in her hand coated in frozen icicles of blood.

"Well, well, well, the badger finally comes out of her burrow." She said.

"At least I'm not stupid to stand in the cold, bitch." I couldn't help it. This woman has been hunting me down for three days. Also my insults lead her to have a hilarious reaction. Well, to me it was funny. That I laughed while looking at our surrounding. There was a ledge off the cliff ten feet away. If I could just pushed her off it? So I got to neutral stance, "How ironic."

This got her attention. "What?"

"How ironic," I repeated. "Is it me or is history repeating its self." I'm guessing our audiences are laughing to this but the girl didn't get it. I sighed. "Pity, coming from a career. Oh well, let me give you a history lesson before one of us die. Okay sweetie. On the fiftieth Hunger Games, the number of tributes doubled. On the remaining two tributes were from District one and District twelve….My mentor Haymitch Abernathy was crowned victor."

Her eyes widen in realizing what I was saying. She smirked a moment later, getting her stance with her machete. "Well won't this be interesting. To kill a victor's daughter, that would be an honor. "

I smirked pulling out the thin sleeping bag holding on tight to it. "And to add a career to my trophy case."

We stood still in the blizzard waiting for a moment and give a dramatic pause to intensify the audience. One minute later District One charged out. I ran towards her flinging the blanket in her face as the winds tangled her in it. She screamed trying to get out of the nylon material that she didn't notice she turned around to heading towards the ledge. Taking that chance, I lunged at her and stabbed her with the awl, right into the neck. A gargled screamed was heard before I pushed her over the ledge and let her fall to her death. She fell about thirty feet onto solid rock; in less than a minute the final Cannon goes off. Afterwards the storm mellow that it was snowing in a calm pace.

I collapsed onto my knees and lay back down. I did it… I actually did it! I survive the Hunger Games just like my father. I felt so giddy that I tossed my back pack and started making snow angels. Waiting to hear my favorite voice since entering the arena!

"Ladies and Gentlemen, I am pleased to present the victor of the Seventy-first Hunger Games, Blaine Abernathy! I give you - the tribute of District Twelve!" Claudius Templesmith exclaimed in pure joy.

"You can say that again," I whispered.

A hovercraft materialized overhead as it dropped a ladder. I stood up clutching my side and place myself on the laddered. The electrical current froze me in place and brought me up. I was tired and full of dread when I looked down to see the Girl from District one lay dead on the ground. I knew what I have become, a murderer, but I did what I have to do in order to stay alive. When they brought me in and release the current, I was taken to the medical facilities in the hovercraft, lying down on a metal table. A nurse came up and petted my head while the doctor gave me a sedative.

"Congratulation, my dear," She said "Now count to ten backwards."

"Ten . . . nine . . . eight . . . se-ven…six. ... Fi . . . ." then everything went black as I fell asleep with a smile on my face.

I know my future will not be a clean slate as I enter the second part of the Hunger Games.

The one made by the tyrant.

A game of regret and secrets.

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What do you guy's think? I was planning what it would be like in a mentor's position. But I couldn't do Haymitch so I decided. What if he had a daughter who was following his foots step but a in a better way.

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