I really can't believe that I'm on my 10th chapter! I am sooo sorry for the wait but I intent to cover a bunch in this chapter and of course finish the Games! Thank you to all who read and anyone who read 'All the Little Things' I promise to update that one soon I've just been extremely swamped with swamped with school and homework that I couldn't find time to write and I'm unbelievably sorry for that. I've also been thinking a lot about adding in a lemon or two, thoughts? My only concern is that I don't want it to be crappy and then feel horrible so please help! Please enjoy this chapter! I love and appreciate you all! \(*_*)/\(-_-)/\(0_0)/\(#_#)/\($_$)/\(!_!)/\(^_^)/\(O_O)/\(._.)/\('._.')/
P.S. Don't worry melley n Katniss and Finnick will soon be reunited!
Disclaimer: I Do not own any thing exept some of the tributes :D
Finnick stared down at the trident in his lap, running his fingers over the smooth metal, admiring the detailed craftsmanship and the intricate waves and seashells that looked like they had been drawn with a needle on the silver handle.
His return home was so close he could practically taste the sea on his tongue. The thought of Katniss ran through his head as he looked around, at the dark night and the trees around him taking in the low handing vines, relishing his last peaceful moment in the games before the sun would rise and he would finish off the games and return to his beloved.
That night Finnick didn't close his eyes, not sparing a moment of his precious time on an ounce of sleep. He furiously tore the vines from the surrounding trees and branches above his head, putting his years of tying knots to use by weaving the long, tough vines into a simple yet sturdy and effective net.
As the sun was peeping out from behind the horizon the sound of moss squishing under feet and hushed whispers brought Finnick out of his daze, startling him back to reality. He scanned the aria, looking at the ground with a hawk eye. The whispers grew louder as the unknown group came closer, unaware of their approaching fate.
A pale hand moved some of the vines out of the path and the female tributes form District 5 and 9 appeared from the brush. The two girls whispered amongst themselves, walking directly underneath the tree were Finnick was concealed. Finnick stared down at the tops of their heads gathering his net, and spreading out the corners before him released it from his grip, dropping it down on the unsuspecting tributes. The two girls let out a high pitched scream of pure terror as the net fell offer their heads effectively twisting around their limbs, tangling them up, and rendering them immobile.
Finnick climbed down for the high branch he had been perched on, trident held between his teeth as she shimmied down the rough bark. He landed on the ground with a soft thud, alerting the trapped girls at his feet. The two tributes instantly looked up at the tribute above them, resembling an angle of death, about to deliver the final strike. His emerald eyes showed a battle of emotions and the evident fear and sorrow visible when looking into the depth of his eyes.
"Please don't do this" whimpered the slender brunette with the overly large nose and teeth that pointed in different directions. "Please" she begged again, "please I beg you" the tears began to flow quickly as she looked up at Finnick with her muddy brown eyes.
"I'm sorry, but I have to do this if want to go home. And I need to go home" Finnick replied, his face hard as stone, his eyes portraying the broken man he was on the inside, who desperately wanted to return to his family just like everyone else.
He slowly approached the two girls, his hand tightly gripped around the handle of his trident, poised and ready to strike. He raised his right arm, the muscles in his biceps flexing as he brought it trident down with force and precision into the neck of the small brunette at his feet. Her crimson blood splattered his face, the blood gushing out of her jugular at an alarming rate, slowly draining the life out of the female tribute from 9.
After about a minute the cannon sounded around the arena, signaling her unfortunately slow and painful death.
Finnick approached the second girl lying next to the limp corms of her ally. She stared blankly up at the canopy of leaves and vines above her head, her ears perked, listening to every sound of the movement of his feet. Her milky skin was spotted in glinting crimson dots of blood from the girl next to her. Her soft hazel eyes started fallowed Finnick's movements as he dislodged the silver trident from it deeply imbedded spot in the neck of the body beside her. Her breathing hitched as Finnick left the still warm body next her, and made his way around towards her.
"Wait!" She exclaimed, stopping him in his tracks. "If you're going to kill me Please not like that. Do you have a knife?" she asked looking up to see Finnick nodding his head in confirmation , pulling out his small yet sharp knife from inside his jacket. "Please just do it quickly, right into my heart. I don't want to feel" she looked up at Finnick her soft hazel eyes looking into his sea green, "I want you to know I'm not angry at you, I knew I was not going to live, but thank you for helping me escape this hell I'm living. I'm quite glad that this is the end I-" she was cut off by the sharp dagger quickly plunging through her left breast and her heart unsuspectingly. Finnick felt her heart beat its final beat around his knife, the vibrations traveling through his body unpleasantly.
Again the cannon sounded marking yet another death; unlike the last this one was quick and painless.
Only 6 left Finnick thought as he retrieved his net and trident, climbing back to his high perch in the tree, awaiting the arrival of more tributes.
The sun had set and risen twice. In those two sunrises and sunset both tributes form District 1, the boy from 3 and 11 and the last girl from 12 had all breathed their last breaths and had been shipped back to their families in simple wooden caskets.
There were only two tributes left in the arena.
Finnick had somehow found himself left with the tribute he prayed he wouldn't have to confront in the final battle to the death.
Spikelet.
Throughout the cores of the games, and in the short time Finnick and Spikelet had been allied he had discovered several things about her.
1. The sight and feel of blood exited her
2. The thrill of killing sexually satisfied her
3. And most importantly if she were to get the upper hand he would defiantly receive a slow and extremely painful death
It was of the utmost importance that she did not get the upper hand.
The sound of waves filled Finnick's ears as he walked along the moss covered ground of the forest. At first he thought he was imagining the comforting sounds of home, the sounds of waves idly crashing on the rocks by the shore.
He could not have been more wrong.
It was a wave.
Not just any wave.
It was a wave like no other, higher than any of the buildings in the capital or any wave he had seen in his fifteen years of living. The water was an ominous dark blue in color and was moving towards him at an alarming rate.
Finnick's body acted before his mind could even register what was going on; he broke into a sprint, rushing in any direction that was away from the massive wave. His long legs propelled him forward quick enough to outrun the rushing water, but never fast enough to not have the water constantly licking the back of his legs, trying to pull him in with its deadly tendrils.
He ran towards a breaking in the trees, reviling the large clearing where the games had started, the golden cornucopia shining in the bright sun. He reached the clearing not stopping in fear of the giant wave and its capacity to crush every bone in his body with a single brush.
As he ran he noticed coming from the other end of the clearing a breathless looking Spikelet rushing towards the cornucopia, another, similar wave not far behind her.
He reached the cornucopia, not wasting time to catch his breath. He found footholds and hoisted himself up to the top where he collapsed, his energy drained, his breath coming in and out at an uneven pace.
The large waves coming from ether end crashed against the cornucopia, showering Finnick in heavy drops of icy water. Finnick instantly sat up when he heard the sound of Spikelet clambering up onto the cornucopia beside him.
"Well I guess it's just you and me Pretty boy" Spikelet said lazily removing several sharp knives form the many she had organized inside her jacket.
"I guess so, but I will have no trouble killing you" Finnick answered lifting his trident, ready to strike. "I believe people like you should be locked up or put away for good, you are a danger to society".
"And what kind of people would that be?" Spikelet asked positioning her knives in her hand.
"The crazies" Finnick answered before Spikelet threw her first knife.
The knife whizzed through the air, making a slight 'whooshing' noise as it sliced through the air and just grazing Finnick's shoulder as he jumped out of the way.
Finnick removed his small knife from his jacket and with precision he hurled it towers Spikelet.
She was fast but when she moved to escape the fatal blow, the knife found its way into the bicep of her throwing arm. Spikelet let out a blood-curdling scream that echoed around arena as she violently tugged at the knife deeply imbedded into her muscular bicep. Her attention was no longer focused on Finnick; he quickly took advantage of the situation and threw his trident in Spikelet's direction, hitting her shoulder like she had done to him. But unlike Finnick, Spikelet lost her balance and fell with a loud splash into the icy water.
Finnick rushed towards the edge of the cornucopia looking down at an injured Spikelet unsuccessfully trying to tread water with one functioning arm and a lack of knowledge in swimming.
"Help me!" she cried, her speech was broken by the water filling her mouth repetitively. "Please help!" she begged again.
Finnick's eyes caught something large and dark approaching the cornucopia, cutting through the water in record time. A dark green fin rose form the depth of the water, slowly unavailing the mysterious creature. The rest of the body soon became visible.
Large serpent like body
Dark green scales, looking like creatures described in old fisherman's tales of sea monsters and Crackins
Large head that resembled that of a lizard or maybe a dragon
Sharp needle like teeth, arranged in rows
Yellow eyes that stared down at Spikelet
The serpent like creature opened its large mouth, diving down at Spikelet capturing her leg in its teeth, dragging her down with one last bone-shaking scream before her airways filled with water.
Finnick sat curled up, clutching his body, and tying to warm himself up. The cut on his shoulder, left untouched oozing blood, and soaking his shirt and jacket, not that he could care less.
Finally the loud boom echoed around the arena signaling his win, the last cannon he would hear in this slice of hell. He let out a sigh of relief and collapsed once again onto the cornucopia beneath him.
He could hear the crowds of the capitals screaming through the speakers as hear Claudius Templesmith make the final announcement of the 73ed Hunger Games.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner if the 73ed annual Hunger Games, Finnick Odair!"
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