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Victors

Rok Van Weath - District 2, Part 2

The scream comes no more than five minutes after Wave left. The scream sounds so much like the person who it belongs to; Wave. I pound my feet across the arena, searching for her, I never realised how much I care. I burst into a clearing and see her look at me with pleading eyes before being stabbed in the throat.

I grab a knife before lobbing it at the attacker's head, it skims her ear, she turns my way. It's the girl from 7. Wave's cannon goes off, I want to just go over there and comfort her, but I know I can't not when her killer is staring at me, with a blood-thirst look in her eyes. She lunges at me with her sword. I parry it with two of my knifes. I move to left towards Wave. She lunges at me again, and again I block it. This goes on for five minutes. I just dodge and parry her, she's good though, she's trying to bide her time and find her opening, but her paitence is running thin, finally she lunges at me with skill or balance instead of dodging, I lunge forward as well, knife in hand, and I implant it into her right shoulder. She howls in pain, cursing at me, however this has made her lose her focus, now's my time to finish her, I lunge at her with such force I nearly knock her over, before stabbing her in the stomach. She falls to the ground screaming, I block out all the noise, and walk towards, I notice she has a loose grip on her sword now, I bend down and yank it from her grasp.

"so you had enough, or should I do what you did to that little girl on the first day?" the fear in her eyes is growing.

"I only did it to get home"

"Surely you could have made it less brutal?"

"No" she replies simply.

"right then what shall I do, I could just let you bleed to death, but for all I know you might survive, so that's out of the question, you know what, I'm just going to kill you with your own weapon. I raise the sword above my head. She mouths no to me, but this isn't just for me, it's for the little girl so brutally murdered and Wave.

"This is for Wave" and bring down the sword. Her cannon goes off immediately. Now only two of us remain. Me and either Everlyn or the boy from 12. I will find out tonight. I decide to let the sword go up with her in the hovercraft. After all, I have my knives. Night falls, and I see the faces of the three dead. First to appear is Everlyn, followed by Wave and then finally the girl from 7. So the boy from 12 made it through then. Tomorrow I decide what my game-plan will be. But for now it's time to sleep.

When I wake up, I feel refreshed. My eyes are wide and awake, as is my body and mind. I take out a few crackers and snack on those for a bit. I decide to make a move and try and finish this thing.

I've been trekking for at least a few hours. I've had a bit of water and some roots and nuts so I'm not dehydrated or hungry.

Then a voice booms across the arena.

"Welcome final two tributes, we have a offer for you" an offer, I wonder what it will be.

"today at exactly midday the arena will explode, the only places that will survive will be the cornucopia and everything that is in a 5 mile radius of it. Thank You" so that's how they plan on getting us together is it? Fair enough, if that's what they want then that's what they'll get. I break into a sprint. It only takes five minutes before I'm standing next to the gleaming and golden cornucopia. I take out some roots and feast on them for a bit. From my guess it must be around about ten or fifteen minutes till twelve. Still no sign of my opponent. I don't know whether to feel relieved or worried. I wait for ten more minutes snacking on some fruit and sipping my water. I see a small figure in the distance, slightly limping, and no prizes for guessing who it is. I stand up, ready. I drop my backpack and now only hold my knives and District 7's sword. Sure enough, a few seconds later we're only a few metres away from each other, all he holds is small box and a dagger. His face and body is covered in scars, bruises and dried blood. I can only imagine what he's been through. He simply puts his dagger and the mysterious box, which is a coal grey colour on the floor in the middle of us and speaks.

"I didn't kill her you know"

"who?" I say, slighlty baffled.

"Everlyn, I haven't killed anyone yet, and I don't plan to" He replies

"do you know how she died?" I say more out of hope than expectation.

"yeah, I do but I wish I didn't it was horrible these crazy birds bigger than you and me swooped down and attacked her all over, there was loads of them, the whole time I hid behind the tree, hoping against hope that they wouldn't see me. They did but only a few followed me"

I wince discovering this must be the cause of his marks.

Then a massive bang and clouds of smoke come across us and the whole arena.

We both fall to the ground, the power of it is incredible I can just hear him over the boom ringing in my ears.

"kill me now please, take home the box give it to my mother, tell her to stay strong" He shouts.

I can hear his coughing. Gradually the smoke decreases and I can see better. The 12 boy is on his hands and knees coughing up blood, it's a horrendous sight. I walk up to him he coughs out his final words.

"please do as I say"

"can I least know your name?"

"Hew" With that he falls over, dead. His cannon goes, I sink to my knees, and having been so strong for these Games, I do the thing I most needed to do since being reaped.

I cry.

I am Rok Van Weath. I won the 1st Hunger Games.