I look up from my weaving to see a silver parachute descending from the sky. It's all the distraction Maximus needed to attack. The second I let my guard down he's on me with little more than a knife and his bare hands.
We struggle on the ground near the stream where my half weaved net lies. There parachute, I have to get to the parachute. Before I can think anymore my arm is dashed with a searing hot pain that doesn't deserve my attention. I deliver my best blow to my attackers jaw just enough for my escape, I retrieve my net and sprint for the chute.
I'm fast, but he's faster, a career, like me. I hide in a hollow tree to rummage through the chute inside is a small gold the hell will this do me? I think and toss it to the ground in frustration and fear, and thank god I did. Because the second it hits the ground it extends to a beautiful gleaming trident.
Maximus wizzes past my hallow. Acting on instinct alone I net him like a blue gill and rip open his chest with the points of my godsend. The cannon shouts almost instantly.
I retrieve my net, adrenaline coursing through my vaines I take Maximus's bag and continue on afraid of the commotion I've causedI stopped to examine my gift from Mags.
Light weight balanced perfect, just like a fishing spear back home not a total trident the points are more compact so it's not as too heavy. It must have cost a fortune with the sponsors, my hope renewed I know I, Finnick O'dair will win the hunger games for District 4.
I sew up my arm drink, some water from my pack.
Seven people left and every one of them will be mine. Marcus. District 1. I know where he is but wouldn't go near him without a weapon. Now that I have a weapon, he stands no chance.
He hides in his creek bed, waiting for a target to use his beloved broad-sword, not the average 3 footers the game makers love, but a 4 footer. Dull designed for the breaking of bones rather than the gnawing of flesh.
I don't wait for night, or the element of surprise, but drop into the creek bed as cool and collected as a fisherman should. My net goes first blocking his strike, than the trident hi his upper thigh. He bleeds heavily on the ground convulsing in my net bleeding from my trident.
I show no mercy I remove my net and trident and leave him to bread like he to Beth my friend and ally also from district four. I told him he would.
Hours later the cannon fires. Tonight only my "catch" shows in the night sky. Tomorrow there will be more. I promise Beth that as I drift to sleep.