"Swim, Annie, swim." I whispered, repeating those three words over and over again. My usual armies of sponsors had left my table, seeing as the boy, Ozark, had been beheaded, and Annie…was not right. Luckily, one of the Gamemaker's dams had burst, flooding the entire arena. She had a chance…we had a chance. Even in her deteriorated mental state, Annie Stella Cresta was the best swimmer in district four, and probably the best in the Games as well.
I watched as the boy from two drowned and the girl from nine was attacked by Lorran, the girl from one. Annie and Lorran had been close in the Career pack before it was disbanded, earlier than usual in the games. Boom. Boom. The boy from two, the girl from nine. Three tributes were left. Lorran, a tall, thin boy from three, who had stayed up in a tall tree so far in the Games, and Annie. The boy from three disappeared under water for a few seconds, just as Lorran was about to charge him. I saw the look of confusion and hope on her face. Had he drowned?
No. The camera followed him under water while he took a knife and stabbed it into her stomach. Years of watching the Games and taking part in them had desensitized me to blood and gore, but as the knife punctured her tan, muscled skin, I knew that I could never enjoy this. Not like the Capitol does, or some of the victors here.
I saw the confusion register in her eyes. She had maybe twenty seconds left. She did not watch the wound, or say a last goodbye. She pulled the bloody knife out-shortening her life by a few seconds, and stabbed the boy from three in the heart. Boom. He died instantly. (Though I'm sure it wasn't instant to him, or his family.) Lorran's last few seconds on earth were spent looking at Annie and smiling at her. Boom.
The winner of the 66th Hunger Games, Annie Cresta.