10.
I wake up and quickly get my things together. Today is the finale, and I'm ready. I will break him. I will make him bleed. I will let him suffer.
Yesterday evening when I saw Hadrian's photo in the sky, I lost myself in my own sobbing. I climb down and go looking for some good wood, since I broke my bow yesterday. Suddenly, I hear a rustle beside me. I quickly get my knife and throw it while turning around. It hits the silver parachute in the center and makes it hang against the tree.
I walk over and notice it is quite a big container. I quickly open it and gasp. My heart starts beating rapidly as I receive my presents.
I got a beautifully crafted bow with a matching sheath of arrows, both a deep and dangerous black.
I smile softly when I see it shimmers slightly. It reminds me of my interview, which feels like a lifetime ago.
I look in the container for the second time and notice two different things.
The first thing is a rubber band for my hair, and the second thing is a replica of my self-made ankle weapon, but made of steel and much more high-tech.
I quickly fix my hair up in a ponytail, and fix the weapon on my ankle. I caress my beautiful brand new bow and arrows, and do some test-shooting.
It fits me perfectly. I look up to the sky, smiling. Surely there must be a camera fixed on me. ''Thank you,'' I whisper.
I decide to walk. I drink and some on my way. I'm going to the open field at the cornucopia to get this over with. I'm ready.
When I get there, I look around me, waiting.
Suddenly I hear movement behind me and quickly turn around, just in time to dodge the deadly knife that was going for my head. Valentine is standing before me, and I can tell his arm is still sore. He also has a cut on his forehead.
I quickly raise my bow and shoot an arrow at his head, but he dodges and comes running to me.
He tackles, but luckily I had my bow in a tight grip. I hit him on the jaw with my bow and he rolls off me, which gives me the time to stand up and get another arrow ready. I shoot but only hit his shoulder.
He pulls the arrow out and roars, running at me again, tackling me to the ground. The hit makes me see stars, but I quickly regain myself. He takes a knife –my knife- and sets it at my throat.
''Still mourning for your little pathetic boyfriend?'' he asks. He looks crazy. I narrow my eyes and try to escape, but he has pinned me down good. ''He was not pathetic!'' I spit at him.
He laughs, and I'm in shortage of air. I feel the pressure of the knife on my throat.. ''He is dead, Lily. Just like you'll be in a few seconds. Tell me, how does it feel to be at the end of the road? To be a loser? I wouldn't know, I always win.''
He makes me so mad, so furious. I can feel the adrenaline pumping through my body. And with a strength I never knew I possessed, I shove him off my and role away, and quickly get up.
Valentine is still shocked by how this happened, and with a roar I grab his shirt and slam him against the Cornucopia.
His face darkens and he slams my hands away, punching me in the face.
I hear a crack and my nose starts bleeding. I turn around, just in time to dodge a fatal hit of his sword.
Instead he slices my upper leg and I moan in pain. I look up at him in rage and quickly throw one of my knifes at him.
He dodges but not before I hit his cheek, and blood comes rushing out.
Suddenly he grabs the front side of my shirt and pushes me against the cornucopia.
I flail beneath him, trying to get myself out of his grasp, but he is too strong. ''You. Made. Me. BLEED!'' He yells angrily in my face. ''YOU KILLED A PART OF ME!'' I scream back, and I furiously spit in his face and bite in his hand. He roars and slams me against the Cornucopia.
The bang makes me light headed and lets me give out a little cry of pain. As try to regain myself, I can see him take his sword. I gasp and try even harder to escape. ''NO!'' I scream, as he raises his sword. He lightly slices my neck at the side, but I'm just in time.
I kick against the little button and a razor sharp knife shoots out, at the heel of my foot, and I kick him in the chest, turning my foot around, and quickly get my foot back. I slam the little button again and the knife shoots back. He stumbles backwards, looking at me, unbelieving.
I walk up to him, putting pressure on the cut in my neck, because it is flowing freely now.
I push him to the ground and sit on top of him, bringing my mouth to his ear, but not before I've kicked away all his weapons. ''This is how it ends, Valentine. Only one will live, and as you see, that will be me. I win. You lose.'' I pull back again and see him glaring at me.
His mouth is full of blood. Suddenly, he grins devilishly. ''Oh no, I'm the winner here. How will you live with the fact that your little boyfriend is dead?'' My face expresses pure furiousness. ''Better now I know I'm going to avenge him,'' I say with clenched teeth.
I pull out my last knife, and put it to his chest. But unlike my other kills, I won't do this quick and painlessly.
No. I will make him suffer. So I take my time, slowly punctuating his chest. His face tightens from the pain, just like his muscles.
I slowly penetrate his body with my blade, tearing his flesh apart, letting the blood slowly and silently seep out.
He groans from the pain, and I smile a wicked grin. ''You see, Valentine,'' I say softly while turning my knife around in his chest, forcing tears out of his eyes. How hard he is trying to keep it together. ''I do win,'' and I give the last few deadly inches in.
A canon fires. I stand up, noticing I'm getting light headed from all the blood loss.
I jump up when a voice comes out of nowhere.
''Ladies and gentlemen, I present you, the Victor of the 58th Hunger Games, Lily-May Everdeen from District 12!''
I close my eyes and let out some tears of relief. It's over. It is finally over.
I grab the ladder from the hovercraft above me that appeared out of nowhere and hold it. When I'm inside, everything turns black and I faint.
When I wake up, I'm lying in a soft and white bed. I feel my wounded shoulder, but find it all healed up.
I follow the paths of my body, naturally going to the wounded areas, but I find nothing. Not even the scars from hunting. They're all gone. I sit up in my bed and look around me, hoping to see if there is food somewhere. Instead, I find Haymitch sititing in a corner of my room on a chair.
He looks sober and fresh and happy. He quickly gets up and kisses me on the top of my head. ''Well done sweetheart, well done.'' I smile too. ''All because of the sponsors you got me.. How did you get them anyway?'' I ask curiously. ''After the District 2 boy died, they directed all his sponsor money to you,'' he says smiling.
I feel my already broken heart crack a bit more and give him a wary smile. ''Good.'' Suddenly, his expression turns serious. He sits down on the bed, and grabs my hand softly. ''Lily.. There is something I need to tell you.'' My heart starts to race, just like my thoughts.
Jack can't be dead, Mary can't be dead either.. ''What is it?'' I ask him, urgency in my voice. He sighs deeply and looks me right in the eyes, a sad look In his grey eyes. ''When they were fixing you, they.. we thought back, to the Games. How you acted. What you did. And on note of these things.. We.. run a test.'' My eyes widen. ''A test?'' He nods. ''A pregnancy test.''
My little pieces of shattered heart drop dead to the ground. ''And?'' I ask with a hollow voice, but I already know the answer before he says It out loud. ''It came out positive.''