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The Hunger Games – Day 17

District 4 Tribute: Holly Roads

I wake up to an eery, still silence. The tip of my nose is red, and I wipe at my eyes. A cold air breezes through the Cornucopia entrance, giving me chills. I stand up, looking out to the thick layer of fog that covers the entire Arena. Fog? Really? I pick up my jacket, slipping it over my white t-shirt. The fog is so thick, I can't see past my hand when I hold it out in front of my face.

I sigh, then let my knee bend while I push the toe of my shoe against the ground. The slightest crunch of snow sounds out, and I step out completely. I fold my arms, shivering from the freezing cold of the Arena's center. I wonder if it's this foggy where Beau is... I wonder where he ran off to. Silently, I take another step forward, then scoop up some snow. I bring the snow to my lips, then bite down on it and chew it up, swallowing the cold water.

Water... Finally. I take another grateful handful, swallowing it down. By the time I realize how thirsty I am, I'm on my knees, scooping up two handfuls of snow and shoveling them into my mouth. I take a final handful, drinking up the freezing cold water. When I stand up, I turn around. Amita and Tom are still out cold.

I suddenly feel a grip on my ankle, and I think I got it stuck in the snow. But when it tugs on my leg, I know who it is... I grab the wall of the Cornucopia, and hold on as tight as I can. But the tugging continues, even harder than usual. I feel a piercing pain in my leg, and I realize it's been snagged on some shrapnel of some sort. I yell out, and Tom sits up quickly. Thank God for light sleepers.

"Tom! Help!" I cry, feeling my fingers beginning to slip.

"I got you!" He yells, diving for me and grabbing my hand.

Amita sits up slowly, blinking hard. "Oh my god!" She finally announces, running over and grabbing my other hand.

I hear Beau's voice behind me, and I crane my head to look at him. "Hey, Holly! How's it going?" He snickers.

"Not good, asshole!" I yell, struggling to kick him in the face.

When my foot hits something on his face, I hear him yell out. And he grips my ankles tighter, twisting my legs and pulling me down. I wince, then feel my hands getting coated with cold sweat. Tom grabs my wrist, and Amita does the same, pulling me up as much as they can. But Beau has gained crazy strength.

"I... Hate... You!" I scream, twisting my body to kick at Beau and knock him down.

He does slip, and I hear his body hit the scrap pile. I yell out, and feel myself getting pulled along with him. Tom stumbles forward, then loses his grip and falls on his knees. Amita struggles to pull me up, but it's no use. I continue to slide down. I see Tom rush to grab his axe, but then I slip into the thick fog. The grip on my ankle has subsided, and I stand up in the maze of fog.

Beau or his shadow is nowhere to be seen. I look around, stepping in silent circles to survey my surroundings. I hear a crazed laughter, and I turn around to see a figure vanishing in the fog. God, this is freaking creepy. I tighten my hands around the knife dangling off my belt, and then hear Beau's voice coming from somewhere beside me.

"What? You scared?" His voice mocks me, and I hear his footsteps somewhere behind me now.

I pull the knife from my belt, chewing my bottom lip while I continue to turn in silent circles. Making sure I stay in the same spot, I can't risk taking a single step sideways. Beau could see me more, and would gladly murder me. I then hear a small axe go whizzing past my face, and I look out to see Tom and Amita running through the fog.

"That's not Beau, Tom! That's me!" I yell.

I then feel Beau tackle me from behind, and I slam into the ground hard. All the wind is knocked out of me, and a shooting pain rides up from my stomach to my throat. I struggle under his weight, and then I feel him jerk me upright. He holds my throat, and glares out to Tom and Amita, who are frozen in their tracks. I pray for breath, trying not to resist, because that will waste all my air. I grip his arm, and he yanks me up by the neck, a twisted grin on his lips.

District 8 Tribute: Thomas Hoult

"Let her go, Beau..." I demand, holding my axe aimed to throw right at his face.

Holly struggles for breath, her face turning a dull red in the dark fog. I can only see so well, but I know she's trying everything to escape, now. I listen to her coughing and sputtering, then charge for Beau. He grins, then turns around and runs off towards the junkyard pile. I can hear the thunk of metal as he climbs up with Holly in his arms.

"Come on!" I yell at Amita, running off in the direction of the sound.

When we get there, Beau stands on the top of the Cornucopia, dangling Holly over the highest point like she's a rag-doll. I walk forward, shaking my head. He lets a finger slide off Holly's skin, and she looks up at me with pleading eyes. I set my axe down, thinking if I give up, he'll let her go.

"Alright. You win. Eff my life, man. Whatever." I say, shaking my head.

"I knew you'd come to your senses..." Beau says, pulling Holly back onto the Cornucopia, but when her feet dangle over the surface, Beau flings her hard against the horn of the Cornucopia.

Her back his the surface hard, and she slides down holding her head. This fills me with rage, and I pull my old axe from my belt and fling it right at Beau. Beau yells out, but the axe only grazes his chest and shoulder. Beau then draws his sword, and he glares at me.

"I'm going to be the Victor, Tom... I've trained all my life for this... I'm going to kill you, then go home, and walk through the door of my expensive, new, nice house." Beau grins.

"Beau, you aren't yourself. You're just a drone. You had no choice when you were little, like me..." I say, picking up my good Capitol axe.

Beau shakes his head, a sick grin covering his face. "I can do this, Tom. I can kill you right now... And then Holly, and then-" He's cut off when I see a blade poking through the front of his chest, and his knees hit the ground hard.

The cannon booms out, and Amita stands behind him, panting wildly. I stare at her in awe, then hear another cannon boom out. I look around, then see Holly lying there with her eyes rolled in the back of her head. The hit from the throw must've killed her. I look down at my shoes, then up to Amita.

"I guess this is it..." I say.

"I guess so..." Amita nods, then takes a step towards me.

"I need to win... I need money for my brother..." I say, biting down on my bottom lip.

"I need my little girls..." Amita replies, a tear rolling down her cheek.

"I've made it this far... Please..." She says, wiping at her face.

I look down at my axe, then look to her. "I'll make you a deal." I say.

"Anything..." Amita begs.

"You go on the Victory Tour, and you get that damned Capitol to give you money. When you get to District 8, you give my brother all the money they give you. And you tell them to fix him up... Make him better." I demand, pointing at her chest with my index finger.

"I promise. It's a deal." Amita says, locking pinkies with me.

District 2 Tribute: Amita Mullur

"You promised..." Tom says.

"I intend to keep it." I vow, watching as he picks up the axe, and holds it to his throat.

"I... I can't. You have to." He says, pointing to my knife.

"Alright..." I say quietly.

I walk over to him, then hold the knife to his throat. I cover my eyes, and for my girls' sakes, I hope they're doing the same. I shove the knife through his skin, and the cannon booms out. I look around, and the fog suddenly fades away. The sun shines in the Arena, and it's a clear, happy looking day.

Then, a voice booms out over the Arena. "Congratulations! To the Victor of the 455th Annual Quarter Quell! Amita Mullur, from District Two!"

I look up to the sky, then see a beam of light, and I'm lifted up into the hovercraft, and completely surrounded by the color white...