The Second Annual Hunger Games Finale
Author Note: DUN DUN DUN, this is the END! :O. Thanks to anybody who stuck with me in this drawn-out story for updates, I love you all! :)
Nobody's P. O. V.
Two girls were left in the arena, and that was plenty of reason for the Capitalites to celebrate a pending "cat fight".
Kyrone Loelease knew that his plan had to be executed soon. He was most inspired by Annaleise Garcia, the Victor of the First Annual Hunger Games, for what he was preparing to do. His original plan wouldn't be executed until much later; he realized his faults with it by the mistakes of that year's tributes. He knew it would be risky as it was, but if nobody really found out, there would be no harm done.
He didn't care if it got him killed.
He watched as the two girls prepped for their own deaths. The District Six girl was whispering to the cameras, telling her sister how much she loved her while the District Five girl spoke to her family. Both of them had pure hearts- anybody with un-blind eyes could see it- but one of them would die. It was just how the Games were and were forever set up to work, and there was not much Kyrone could do to stop it at this point. It was a haunting, chilling reality for him, but all he could do is help how he could. It didn't directly defy the Capital, at least, which gave him peace at any mind still attached to his city/work/home.
"You realize you can't save them both," Annaleise spoke from where she was forced to sit between he and Fergeous Jackzag on this last day of the Games. The cameras were more focused elsewhere and the microphones were muted, giving them a brief pocket of time to speak without fear of broadcast.
"Not this year," Kyrone replied simply, solemnly.
She merely shook her head, "You'll be killed by them or you'll have to commit suicide. That'll be mercy on yourself."
"I am aware." His voice was hollow, flat against the delighted cries of his fellow citizens.
"You seem to be just as broken as I am," she mused, "is there a reason for it, or is this another act?"
He looked to her with eyes that reflected years of resentment, struggle, of disbelief. She stared back quietly, thinking only of those she'd saved herself because of her fellow tributes in the Games. Fergeous returned from his mingling break sipping champagne and already placing his bets and sharing them with the two of his fellow commentators, unaware of their conversation or the pain in their eyes. Annaleise turned back to the microphone, clicking the unmute button and waiting for it to buzz to life fully.
"...I would've saved you, too."
Something about having that kind of acceptance from a broken Victor made his decision official.
Sue's P. O. V.
"Be brave, little one," I whisper to wherever my sister is watching from as the arena darkens.
This is the beginning of the end.
I heard that line in a movie once; It is fitting for now. Nervously, I spin my knife around in one of my scarred hands. I'm going to have to kill a girl one year younger than me for a sibling who depends on me fully. She may or may not even still be away from the orphanage- I pray to God it's not true, but everybody knows about us by now. It was a result of my own stupidity and I'm bound not to make the same mistake that costs her on this day. As I walk forward toward the Cornucopia, I comb through my memories for any final things I could say before this final clash.
"Jonah, if you're listening..." I finally mutter to my older brother, wherever he may be in this world after leaving us, "take care of her or sleeping will give you hell."
Mazie's P. O. V.
I'm tucked under the wing of the statue that is the Cornucopia. This is this place the final battle took place last year, and I am positive that the District Six girl will meet me here.
We seem to think alike in some ways, at least.
Sure enough, she appears. Of all the millions of eyes that are watching from around Panem, I only care about hers. She's got an innocent heart, she's been through more struggles than I. I am unsure if it would be better to let her return to that little girl she calls her sister, or if I should kill her quickly out of mercy and bring my family a life of luxury and happiness. She stands still, not showing me any signs of what she is planning herself, and I remain the same. The time ticks on for several minutes, each of contemplating and finishing our own inner battles and sins.
She eventually begins to run toward me, inspiring me to do the same.
My own knife sinks into her stomach about the same time her nicks my neck, I spin around quickly the second our weapons hit, driving in my knife deeper and swinging both of my knees up. I can nearly see the tip of my knife through her back as she cries out in agony, one hand flying back and yanking me forward by my hair. Her fading strength is not enough to knock me forward, though, and I grab her wrist and twist it. She makes a dying-animal type of sound, squirming and kicking furiously.
"Dryad, don't watch!" she wails.
"I don't like doing this..." I grunt, getting off of her briefly and making my way to what remains of the supplies.
Sue's P. O. V.
"Dryad, don't watch!"
That's the last sentence I can manage to say as she walks away form me. She is going to leave me to bleed out, but from what I watched her to Archie, it doesn't surprise me. She is a killer, made for Victory far before any of us were Reaped. I'm glad I thought ahead to say my final goodbyes- I can't breathe anymore. Blood and vile creep up my throat as I make another sound, one I can't describe.
She returns to me, rolling me onto my back. I can't really make out what she's doing, but I know she's placed something on my shirt and pulled me to my feet. She even pulls along my practically dead weight body behind the Cornucopia, stopping briefly before throwing me onto a pile of what appears to be dirt. Her form falls beside mine and she whispers out something before light overcomes me.
Mazie's P. O. V.
"I love you, Daddy."
I'm flung to the side by a force that's not hers. It was my own trap- I knew this would happen, but I didn't know I'd survive it all. The theory was to murder us both quickly, but it left me without parts of my body instead. I can hardly talk and trying will flood me with my own blood, but the quicker this ends the better.
"Mom...you can have another baby now. Don't...don't let them...take..." I give up; She'll know what I mean. "Grandma...I love you...you fo...forever...stay...str-stron..."
The blood overcomes my vision and throat; I gag twice, then finally shove the knife into my own chest.
Annaleise's P. O. V.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we present to you the Victor of the Second Annual Hunger Games: Sue Maryfeild!"
"Barely," I retort quietly as I watch their bloody, separated forms in the heart of the arena. Mazie Copper knew she was as good as dead either way, so she did a rebellious pity-call on both of them and blew them up with her own landmine.
It was a clever thing.
The helicopter comes down and scoops up what remains of Sue Maryfield- she's probably dead, but they'll bring her back for her Victory. I can imagine her sitting beside me even now, going through what I have endured in the past year and will for the rest of my life. I highly doubt she will be able to handle it like I have, but she has something to go back to.
She's already in better shape than I.