Written for the Starvation Forums Hunger Games Oneshot Competition.
Prompt: Broken
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Walking through the forest wasn't easy on a crippled foot, but I had to make it out of this God Forsaken arena or else I'd never see home again. I had to see home, I had to help my mother like I'd always done. A foot isn't needed when it comes to math, only a brain, and that's how I decided to survive. My brains would get me out of here alive, and since no one saw me as a threat I had a better chance of being overlooked. I mean, really, who guesses that a cripple could win? I had not one sponser, but I didn't need the Capitol's filthy trash money.
I had broken my foot at the age of two running from the Peacemakers who had killed my father, and after that night I could never walk the same. Sitting at home helping my mother calculate exactly how much weight and pressure every boat could hold needed little physical exertion. I was never physically inept, and always smart enough to get the two of us by so a tesserae was out of the question.
The day my name was called for the reaping was the day I saw my mother's hard calculating, and logical face break. She needed me, she had lost everything so far, and now the Capitol was taking away her son. I knew at that moment that if she saw me laying in a pool of blood at the Cornacopia, she'd break away, and never come back. I was coming back for her.
Now as I limp across the dark forest floor I hear feet approaching, and my heart stops beating. There is no way they're after me, no way they could have found me, the logic screamed to run for District Twelve girl. Go for the eleven! I only scored a three, who was after me? As I thought I was out of sight, I heard a twig break under my foot, my clumsy foot.
There was no way to run, but I had to try. Soon I heard a spear fly by my legs, and I felt a hand on my shoulders... Being whipped around I faced the District Twelve boy, and I knew I was done for.
"Make it quick.." I sighed in defeat my heart beating faster than it ever had. Kill them all save the love of his life. I knew that would be his plan. So as I wait for his knife to strike I close my eyes, and grip the calculator in my hand, but nothing comes. Opening my eyes I see him shaking his head.
"Run, kid. Get out of here, quick." He turns away breaking the rules, and I follow his leave. Running as fast as I can, but I trip. I will die out here it's certain.
No luck comes for the broken. They're thrown out like a cow that won't milk, or a chicken that won't lay. I lay there waiting for my fate, I've given up.
Cause no luck comes to the broken. My calculations were wrong, I was missing a figure, and now I lay in a pool of blood a spear through my gut.
No luck comes to the broken.
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My version of the District Ten boy!
Kind of angsty... I know..
