The Trident Games

by Spectrobes Princess

Finnick Odair never thought he'd volunteer at the age of 14. But now that he has, he'll do whatever it takes to get out alive. But what if that means killing one of his best friends? Rated T because it's the Hunger Games, may contain a little bit of Odesta. One of my older stories, read at your own risk.

25. Victory

11/26/14

Hi again! Sorry for postponing the next chapter, but I've been writing like crazy recently and that doesn't exactly leave the most time for updating.

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Disclaimer: I do not own The Hunger Games or anything else I may mention.

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Chapter 25: Victory

For the next few days, the sound of the cannon becomes my worst enemy. I hate to admit it, but every time I kill, it becomes easier and easier. I feel like I'm turning into a monster.

At least I wasn't the one that killed Nolan and Brilliant.

Yeah, that's right. They're dead. I don't know how it happened, just that it did. Confusing, right? The only tributes left are me and the girl from 5. Nolan died earlier, but I only know Brilliant died because his face was in the sky a couple minutes ago. Does that mean the girl from 5 killed him? It doesn't make any sense!

I groan and look up at the sky as if it holds answers. "Mags?" I ask. "If you're listening, some answers would be great. I don't know what you can exactly do right now, but-"

A parachute hits the ground, instantly silencing me.

It's not for me.

I get up to retrieve it, but before I can I'm pushed to the ground. I gasp and look up, only to see the girl from 5… get this, pinning me down! Once I get a better look at her, though, I'm hardly surprised. She's one of the 18 year olds, come to think of it, and she got a higher training score than I did.

"I'm sorry, but I really must be going," I cough.

I wiggle my hand away from her grasp and pull her ponytail. She jerks back and I jump up. I run over to my trident, the girl hot on my heels. She throws a knife at my head, but I dodge it just in time. I throw my trident at her, but it misses. I growl under my breath and throw her knife back at her. While she's still distracted, I try to retrieve my trident.

I search for it frantically for it, only letting myself relax when I see a gold glint in the grass. I pick it up and swiftly turn around when I hear the sound of footsteps. I impale 5 and take a step back as she collapses to the ground.

A cannon booms.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the victor of the 65th annual Hunger Games. Finnick Odair!"

A sinking feeling fills my heart. I won. I won! I actually won! But I killed people. I killed people just so I could live. I have innocent blood on my hands.

What have I done…

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And thus, the actual Games are over. I'm thinking about writing until the victory tour, and after that I'll post a different story about a certain other victor from District 4. It'll actually be my first attempt at an OC story, if that gives you any hints. I'm kind of nervous about it, actually, because I don't want her to seem like a Mary Sue. I mean, I know she wasn't originally, but I've added a couple of twists to the story and now I feel like she might be at risk. I would just remove the twists, except they're kind of necessary to the story. Any tips? I don't want Marissa to become the next Ebony Darkness Dementia Raven Tara Way.

Quote of the day!

"I'm training to be a dog!" –My annoying little brother

Have a happy Thanksgiving, guys!

May the odds be ever in your favor,

Spectrobes Princess