Warning: the c-word is used again. I'm sure you don't need to be told who uses it :p

Warning 2: shoddily edited. If anyone points out grammatical errors I can fix later, I'd appreciate it :)


Day Thirteen, Afternoon


Honora Cashmere Flloyd, District 4, 18

Well colour me surprised. I'd say the biggest twist of the Games so far had just come in: the Eight bitch had balls. If I had been in a one-on-one fight with a District rat, I'd have assumed I'd be the one making all the moves. But the Eight girl quickly managed to twist her gun in my direction. I rolled out of the way and pressed my back against the sharp branches of a hedge which provided me with some cover just in time. The bullet released from the Eight girl's gun had smashed a vase which had been neatly placed behind me, sending shards everywhere.

I hadn't expected this from her. There was something about the Eight girl that had struck me; I never doubted she was a competitor (even though I was clearly superior), but I thought she'd use her cunning to get far. I'd have thought she'd have avoided this feast - which would have been wiser. But I had to respect that she was a warrior. Maybe she'd have made a respectable Career.

So this wasn't a girl who was going to run around desperately in an attempt to prolong her worthless life. I smirked and tightened my grip on my axe. I could work with that. I could get some fun out of it, even.

"You going to show yourself?" Mirane taunted. Her voice seemed to be getting closer. I skirted around a corner of the hedge, still protected by cover.

"I'm just being smart," I smirked. "I thought you'd be good at that."

"Really?" A quick laugh. "Sounds like you're just scared."

So she appealed to my ego. And it worked. I didn't even think; I slipped my axe back into my weapons belt and in a split second, shotgun in hand, I emerged. Mirane seemed to see my figure rise and she ducked as I blasted a hole into the wall. She only had a measly fence for cover, which I made collapse after aiming at it and shooting furiously. Mirane rushed forwards and virtually leapt over a perimeter of a stone wall a couple of metres ahead, leaving her with some substantial protection.

This really was going to be fun. I knew I was better than her physically in every way - my aim was better, my reflexes better. But I didn't dislike a challenge. Mirane seemed to stay under cover. I considered just storming towards her and picking her up. She'd barely have time to move as I twisted her neck; but I was going to have a little fun with this one. I was destined to beat her, and it was just us two. Why not make the most of one of my golden moments on camera?

I jumped over the hedge effortlessly, kicking a door from a fence open so that the gazebo was close by. I stormed towards it, and as I ascended the stairs to the gazebo the Eight girl unsuccessfully tried to snipe me from cover. I didn't even stop as the bullet whizzed past me. I made my way to the altar, shotgun in hand, and turned to face Mirane. She was standing on a cobblestone pathway that made its way directly to the gazebo. She had her gun in hand, but didn't seem to be aiming at me anymore. Maybe she knew she wouldn't succeed.

Maybe she was too smart for her own good.

"I could just blast your brains out right now," I smirked.

"Careers have never had fun with the quick deaths," she quipped. That was an outright lie, but I snaked my hand across the beautiful wood of the altar. Perhaps, in this case, she was telling the truth.

"Lets see the little goody gifts our favourite Gamemakers have given us," I was prepared to dodge at any moment as I taunted Mirane, but she didn't seem to be moving. She was just looking at me determinedly. I saw a small, purple vial that had two names written on a sticky note attached to it: Sebastian and Trojan. The only allies left in the arena. Wonder if that was medicine after I had undoubtedly inflicted a grievous wound. It would be such a shame if they lost it, right? I used my pinky finger to slip it to the floor, where it smashed and left a puddle. "Oops. One gift gone."

"Not my gift," Mirane said coldly. I glanced at her suspiciously, almost a little worried that she had something up her sleeve. Maybe she was just angry.

"Is this?" I moved on to the next gift. A suitcase. One meant for Pullox. "Hm, nah," I dismissed it, grabbing onto the third: a cartridge filled with ammo. I smirked and glanced to Mirane when I saw her name on . "Someone low on ammo?"

The first time her expression flickered. My grin seemed to grow so wide it hurt my face. That was precious.

"You have nothing going for you," I shrugged. "You're just standing there like a lost puppy." I stroked across the barrel of the gun. "I can make it easy for you," I told Mirane. "You can join all your old dead friends. It could be nice, if you just ask me to be nice. Or you can make it difficult."

I was shocked to find Mirane look at me. And it wasn't angry - it was contemplative. It was almost as if a part of her, deep down in the most hidden crevices of her mind, was considering accepting my offer.

"I'm going to make it difficult," Mirane said coolly.

"Better use those bullets wisely then, bitch-"

I was about to end her life but somehow Mirane got there first. Sparks seemed to fly as a bullet slammed into my shotgun and sent it through the air, landing on some cobblestones behind me. I knew Mirane was going to aim at me next after disarming me, so dived sideways as another bullet missed. I lay behind the altar, suddenly realising that maybe Mirane was a credible threat.

I reached for my axe and removed it, wondering how the hell I could try and go for close combat when the Eight girl had a gun. I turned to my own abandoned gun, which lay there temptingly. I could try and make a run for it, but despite my speed being exposed whilst I had no gun could have put me in some kind of danger. I turned around and saw Mirane leap towards me and immediately knew what I had to do.


Mirane Saffell, District 8, 17

I only had two shots left - I couldn't have wasted them against Honora, who was likely to dodge them somehow. But when I charged towards Honora with a knife in hand, trying to finish her off at her weakest, I knew I had made a grave mistake. Honora wasn't just quicker than I was, she was way stronger. She forced her foot into my gut as I tried to leap down and slash her throat, leaving my winded and crippled. I screamed in frustration as she continued relentlessly, locking both sides of my hips with her legs and flipping me over so that soon I was the weak one on the floor and she was the one standing triumphantly above me.

She didn't even taunt me like she usually would, but her laugh said enough. I expected her to reach for her weapon, but she tried to grab me instead. I didn't have enough time to grapple for my gun, so desperately slashed at her with a knife. It slit through her side but barley bothered her as she lifted me into the air by my jaw. Her grip was like steel. She looked me in the eyes victoriously.

"I thought the Hunger Games was a drama, not a comedy," she laughed. "But seeing you try to beat me..." I tried to talk, but she forced my jaw closed. Her grip on it grew tighter and tighter until a pain inflated inside me. "I guess you'll be seeing your boyfriend soon, no? Your little bitch?" She laughed. "Bet he'll be upset when he sees your stupid, unlovable face ag-"

Suddenly adrenaline surged through me. I furiously raised my knee and crashed it into Honora's gut, which would have usually floored anyone else who wasn't a resilient giantess. I heard Honora's breath hitch as her grip loosened on me. While she was temporarily stunned, I screamed with rage and headbutted upwards, knocking Honora backwards. She reached for her axe but was unable to do anything when I hurled a nasty right hook into her already broken nose. Blood ran down her face but I wasn't done - I grabbed onto Honora's hair so harshly I felt it tear out of her scalp.

Honora let out the quietest scream I heard as I forced her forwards and she flipped over the gazebo railing, slamming onto the floor. I should've removed my gun and finished her there and then while she was at her weakest, but anger had taken over me. I just wanted to make her suffer for even daring to bring Darius into this. I used one hand to vault over the railing, attempting to plunge my knife into Honora's face.

She grabbed onto my arms, so much stronger than me as I almost executed her. She was still sneering up at me, as if she knew she was on top again. I desperately tried to keep my grip onto my knife, terrified she'd twist it backwards into me, but Honora thrashed wildly. It was like being on a particularly brutal rodeo as both of us shouted and fought, trying to kill each other. Eventually I was bucked off Honora, skidding across the rugged floor.

I grabbed onto my knife, ready to stab Honora. As I turned around Honora's foot kicked into my neck. For the second time I felt all the air leave me in a mere second, my vision immediately blurry. To make it even worse Honora slammed my head back into the concrete harshly. I was unable to see for a moment, and Honora pinned my neck to the floor lightly. Just when I thought I was going to choke to death she relieved me, moving her foot away from my throat. I waited until my blurred vision came into focus, still barely able to move as Honora stood in front of me triumphantly. In one hand she held a shotgun, in the other my own gun.

"What would you rather I kill you with?" She raised both hands, showing me my grotesque options. "I mean, your own gun only has two bullets, right?" A brutal twinkle shimmered in her eyes. "I only need one."

I tried to talk, but only choked on my own saliva. I elevated myself slightly but Honora pinned me back to the floor, her foot locked onto my chest.

"You're lucky than unlike you, I'm not a little cunt," Honora told me, slipping her shotgun away. She was a moving arsenal, so many weapons on her belt or strapped to her back that she could kill me with. "Because I could make this so much more slow. Maybe I'd have fun with it, too. I mean, it's just me and you, I will always win. I only need a drop of your blood to get out of here," she told me. "But I'm a nice girl," twisted definition of nice: "We fought, you lost, I won. Now I'm going to shoot you and I'm going to get out of here," she smirked. "I'll collect all of the goodies the Gamemakers have given me too. Pullox's suitcase, your ammo and gun," she shrugged. "They weren't meant for me. But I think I deserve them anyway."

She looked down at me and expected me to reply. I just stared at her, not even with anger. It was blank. I feel that annoyed her more than provoking her with words or with physicality ever could; she wanted me to struggle in my final moments. But despite being determined to fight my way to victory, I knew there was no going out of this. Not in case there was some kind of miracle.

"The Gamemakers sent down to each tribute the thing they wanted most," Honora said. I guess they did. "They might has well have stuck a note to you with my name on it. It must feel nice, being the biggest prize in the feast, no?"

She raised my gun squarely between my eyes. I winced as the gunshot rang through the air.


Pullox Shimmers, District 1, 18

I didn't see Honora react as I shot her directly from behind. There was a moment of silence, no noise made by Honora as blood spurted from her shattered spine. She trembled slightly, dropped the small gun in her hand and fell forwards. The Eight girl rolled over, avoiding being crushed by Honora's heavy weight as a pool of blood began to form on the floor. There was no cannon fire - the bullet had yet to kill a powerful Career like Honora, but there was no way she'd live. I had effectively sealed her death warrant.

But I hadn't expected it to be so simple. I hid before the feast in the fountains, hence the water that dripped from my hair and clothes, leaving a revealing trail from the fountains to the altar and then another trail only a few metres behind Honora and Mirane. They were so absorbed in their own fight they hadn't seen me collect my suitcase and Mirane's bullets. All I had to do was aim and fire and the Four girl was lying down in a pool of her own blood. Honora was meant to be a competitor, but I knew despite all the training she'd received she was a mere oaf with an ego problem.

I blew the smoke that rose from my gun and obscured my face, smirking at a shocked looking Eight girl.

"Plot twist," I said.

"H-How-" She paused. "You hid..."

"And it was so easy," I boasted, moving my gun's aim from the air where Honora once stood to Mirane. She was frozen in terror as I made my way closer to her, kicking an unresponsive Honora harshly in the side. "I'd always wondered how long I could hold my breath underwater. When my sister was a baby I used to test it out on her, before I grew fond of her that was," I explained. "She could hold her breath for three whole minutes before she became unresponsive. Thankfully, I made sure she wasn't seriously harmed... But that's beside the point. I could hide for a long time. And even when I emerged from the water no-one noticed me. I waited for the grapes to ripen, and when they did it was so easy to just snatch them... To burst them, to watch their juices fill the floor." I glanced at the growing puddle of blood and smiled. "Just when Honora thought she had built a tower of cards it only took the slightest push to make it all collapse on her. And I collect the riches."

"You got your prize," Mirane said, leaning up slightly. When she saw I didn't fire she backed away slightly, her back pressed against the gazebo railing.

"Hm," I smiled. "I did, didn't I? And not only did I get the prize, I grabbed whatever goods weren't broken," I shook the cartridge of ammo in front of Mirane. "Me and you have a bond of blood... We have the exact same gun, which means I get to pluck away at your ammo. I could never thank you enough for all that."

"Where do I fit in all this?" Mirane asked. I looked at her questioningly. "In this grand scheme of yours?"

"Who said I had a grand scheme?"

"You were better prepared for the feast than anyone."

"Oh, you choose now to be smart, when it's too late?" I sighed sadly. "Unfortunately Mirane, your ego might be big but you need to realise you're not on everyone's mind all the time," a smirk. "We're not all Darius. I had no plans for you, but to kill you, of course."

I raised my gun to between Mirane's eyes, just as Honora had done.

"You don't have to do that."

"I don't, but that doesn't mean I won't," Mirane exhaled, accepting her defeat for the second time today. "Why the long face?" I inquired. "You're sixth place. To make it into the final eight is always such an achievement, you were a worthy tribute Mirane. You even held your own against Honora. Sure, you may die, but that's something you can hold some pride for right?" I laughed, keeping my gun between Mirane's eyes. I wanted to shoot her right now but her expression of fear was delicious. I just wanted to play a little longer. "You'll come sixth. Minutes afterwards, Honora's heart will finally give in and she'll be fifth. Only four tributes left before I make my way to victory... It's all been so very dramatic, hasn't it?"

Mirane seemed to look into my eyes. Her expression had changed and unsettled me.

"You seriously haven't considered that someone else may have hid in this courtyard?"

"An impossibility, I was here yesterday."

"No flaws in your plan?"

"Of course not," I said frustratedly. "Admit it. Not unless there's some big surprise or something..."

"Surprise, Pullox," a voice said behind me.

Mirane's smirk grew wider. I immediately knew she had duped me in some kind of way. She had played with my psychology, kept me talking when I could have been shooting. And now someone was behind me. I considered shooting Mirane immediately or quickly trying to finish the person who was stood behind me. Torn between the two options, I quickly turned around but was thrown through the air. I felt myself sail backwards quickly before my head harshly smashed into a statue, my suitcase was flung open as I slid to the floor.


Alexandria Tarsus, District 1, 15

I floated into the courtyard, an indifferent expression on my face as I glanced at Pullox who was groaning on the floor. He instinctively touched the spot of blood that had grown in his hair and winced. I turned away from him, towards the gazebo. Honora was lying down in a pool of her own blood. A few metres behind her, the Eight girl gave me a strange look. It was almost as if she didn't know whether to be grateful for me or to be terrified of me. I stared her down for a second, realising that if she was sensible she'd do both.

How Shakespearian. Looked like Pullox had swept the carpet under Honora's feet, but before he could claim the crown I had entered and caused another storm of chaos. I looked to Pullox again, then to Honora and Mirane. I had only come here for one purpose.

I waved my hand towards an iron fence nonchalantly and then gestured towards Pullox. While he was dazed, the fence was rooted from the ground and forcefully wrapped its way around his waist. His protestations meant little. His hands and legs may have been freed, but no matter what he did he couldn't break iron. When I saw the Eight girl grab at the gun lying on the floor, trying to sprint out of the courtyard, I flipped my hand towards her. She was fast, but not as fast as the iron strips from another fence which snaked their way across her whole body. She tripped, rolling across the floor while she was completely imprisoned.

I needed an audience. Needed someone to see what was to come.

That and, once I had collected my prize, I'd kill Pullox for dessert. I looked at him coldly at he lay there. He used to tell me I underestimated myself - he was right, of course. He knew my potential. But even he had underestimated me. He saw me as a mere pawn to victory, something he could manipulate and potentially use against Honora if the time is right. I was so much more than that and he would regret his lack of foresight for the rest of his life...

Which was only like five minutes, but still.

"How the hell did you get in here?" Pullox writhed around his restraints. He used one of his free arms, trying to grab his gun. I lazily lifted a finger and watched the gun skid metres away from his reach. He glared up at me. "It said only spilt blood could open those doors."

"You really think I can be stopped by doors?" I said calmly, my hair drifting around me. I smirked and raised my palm, showing a small cut on it. "Even if I could be, use your brains Pullox. You're supposed to be the smart one. It never said how much spilt blood was needed to deactivate the locks," I shrugged. "And it didn't specify that your own blood didn't count either. You were all so stupid, thinking you needed to kill to leave."

Pullox didn't say anything. He just seemed to have some sort of temper tantrum, thrashing his legs and almost howling with rage at his defeat. It did bring a smirk to my face. I turned to see Mirane, who was lying on the floor completely restrained with metal that was wrapped around her. She was totally unable to move, but I couldn't see any sign of a struggle. Looked like she was calmly lying down. I stroked my chin and wondered if she would live. She definitely wasn't a Career, so maybe she'd get out of here if she was lucky.

But Pullox and Mirane didn't matter. I didn't come here for them. I came here for the girl who was lying down in a pool of her own blood. I came here to deliver a justice I'd thirsted for the past couple of days. A smirk made its way onto my face as I floated close to Honora. I wasn't entirely sure if she was conscious, but that was something I could probably solve easily.

I raised my hand and Honora's body was lifted. It was so limp and useless. I was dissappointed I only got Pullox's sloppy seconds, but then again, it amused me greatly that the so called great Honora didn't even need me, somebody who was granted goddess like powers, to finish her. She was thrown against the wall and she exhaled, her glazed eyes barely acknowledging me.

"I bet that hurt," I said, dropping to the ground and walking over to her. Her hands were completely pinned to the wall, as were her legs. I cupped her jaw. "Being shot in the back. Same fate as Lia. Do you have anything to say?"

She stirred slightly, still not completely awake. I crushed my palm and heard the devastating sound of every bone in Honora's arm snapping internally. Suddenly she seemed awake, her eyes widening as a disgusting crunching sound was heard. She opened her lips, but was probably in so much pain she couldn't even breathe. I was glad she could still feel pain - I was worried a devastating spinal injury would mean that she couldn't feel. This was confirmation that she could.

Honora's pained eyes met mine and she opened her lips, only managing to whimper. She was probably so dazed and confused. It would've been cute and sad had it been anybody else receiving such pain. Her floppy arm drooped, completely broken, and I proceeded to flicker my eyes towards her next arm. I concentrated on it with all my might, imagining the agony I'd be delivering to Honora as I began to snap every single bone inside her second arm. Snap after snap could be heard as Honora began to thrash in pain. Sometimes bits of bone would splinter out of the skin.

I saw a single tear streak down Honora's face as her second arm drooped, completely crippled and dead. Anger swelled up inside me and I slashed my blade inside her cheek.

"You seriously think that's painful?" I laughed. "After everything you've done to everyone else? All the hurt and suffering? And you have the audacity to think that you're the victim here?" My dagger slipped completely into her cheek. Then I thrusted it out, watching the blade tear all of the flesh between her cheek and her lips, leaving her mouth hinged open. She released her first scream, though it was restrained and quiet. I wondered what Pullox was thinking while he watched all of this. "So many people - so many families are living in pain every day because of you. Did you not stop and think about that for one second?" I felt hot tears rush down my face as I grabbed Honora by the hair and smashed her skull back into the wall. She fell into the fountain beneath her, leaving a trail of blood. "Do you not feel any guilt? Do you not feel anything besides self love?"

Honora tried to move, but it was useless. Her back was severely injured by a bullet and she definitely couldn't use her hands. I decided to psychologically torment her, holding out my hand and watching the shotgun on the floor glue itself to my palm like metal to a magnet. I forced a faux-sweet smile and held the gun out to her, cackling when a crippled Honora tried to reach out and grab it. She couldn't even lift her broken hands.

I don't think she truly knew what was happening. Her mind would've been muddled by bloodloss and pain. I don't think she even knew she was in the Hunger Games, or that she was going to die. Contrasting this vulnerable, weak girl who lay in a fountain to the confident Career that stormed into the arena was beautifully ironic. She really thought she was going to be Victor.

But she wasn't.

"It's over, Honora," I said to her as I grabbed onto the shotgun. I concentrated on it and used my hands and my powers to completely bend the metal until the gun was snapped. Then I threw the weapon into the Career girl's lap. She looked down at it longingly. "You really thought you had this game, didn't you? And now you're dead. The girl who you saw as stupid and useless wins, how does that make you feel?" I think she was a little more awake. Though she still looked confused, she glared up at me. "I'm going to break every bone in your body but keep you alive. I want you to feel all the pain you've inflicted. And then I'm going to kill you. Any last words?"

"Freak," Honora's voice sounded raspy, it was barely audible. As her lips parted, a tonne of blood spurted out from the tear in her cheek and formed dark wisps in reddening pool of water beneath. When she saw my reaction, she smirked.

I wanted her to beg for mercy or something. To tell me how guilty she felt. And instead she was only looking up at me like I was the laughing stock. Like I was the loser or the villain. And though I couldn't see my reaction, I knew that only made her feel that much more superior. I had planned to torture her to an agonising end, but in that moment I was possessed by anger. I waved my hand and Honora barely had time to react before she was thrown through the air like a ragdoll. She was forced upwards, barely making a noise as she was impaled through a flagpole.

I watched with some satisfaction as her innards drooped from her body. She didn't make a noise and merely sagged, her legs and arms dangling in the air as her cannon sounded. I looked up at her corpse and smirked, its blood trickling down the Panemian flag. Beautiful symbolism. The flag she'd stayed loyal to would be the flag that she'd die on.

So... Honora was dead. That was that.

It felt oddly anti-climactic. There was no great battle. There wasn't even begging or a plea for forgiveness from Honora. Everything had definitely gone differently from how I had imagined. And now, my main aim completed, there was a kind of emptiness in me. I had spent days fantasising and waiting for this very moment. And in seconds the moment had come...

I watched blood rain from Honora's still corpse for a second and then turned around to face Pullox.

"You are-" I started, but immediately paused when I saw he had somehow escaped.

The metal that bound his body lay on the floor, much of it had eroded away. There was a puddle of liquid that lay where his body once was, steam rising from it as it ate into the pavement. Once again I felt rage flare up inside me, though this time I had nobody to take it out on. I wanted Pullox's body to hang right in front of Honora's. The two old buddies, now nemeses, would've looked cute huddled up together in death.

"What happened?" I turned to a bound Mirane, who lay there still, enclosed by her restraints.

"Release me and I'll tell you," she said calmly, still facing the floor.

I did it without question. All I had to do was raise my hands and her binds slowly curled away. Once freed, Mirane was still on the floor and was unmoving for a second, but when she saw sure she was free and safe she shakily stood up. She looked like she had endured a hard time in the arena - all of us probably had. There was a harsh bruise that dominated her forehead and deep cuts that had formed into scabs on her legs. She was covered head to toe in wounds, some of those minor injuries probably due to me.

"What happened?" I asked.

She glanced at me, but then kept true to her word:

"He reached for the suitcase, got a vial of something, it managed to burn through the metal," the paused. "You should've bound his arms."

I felt annoyed.

"Why didn't you tell me what was happening?"

"Because he grabbed his gun, and he got the ammo which I was supposed to have," Mirane told me with a level of irritation. "He was too busy trying to escape to try and hurt either of us, but I bet my bottom credit that if I gave you any warning I would be dead right now, like..." Mirane glanced at Honora's corpse, which was swinging thanks to the mild wind. I smirked up at it. "Like her."

"I will kill him," I said to Mirane. "He, like Honora, is a mere pawn to the Capitol. An aid to their cause. They'll both die because of it." I turned around to Mirane, who hadn't said anything. She stooped down and grabbed her gun, but I could tell from her body language she wasn't going to attack me. And I don't think her gun had much ammo left in it at all, if any. "So?"

"So what?" Mirane said to me hesitantly. "I'm just trying to survive."

I scowled, but my features softened. "I get that. Maybe I'll see you again, after I kill Pullox and destroy the arena's forcefield," I turned around and quickly halted. "Good luck. If you survive, maybe you can come with me?"

"I don't know..."

That was enough confirmation. I just shrugged and began to drift into the air, about to fly through the two wooden doors that were open.

"Alexandria?" Mirane said.

Still flying, I turned to face her.

"It's Lexie."

"Lexie..." She sucked in some air. "You gave Honora what she wanted, you know?" My eyebrows both raised, prompting Mirane to explain further: "She knew she wasn't going to survive after she was shot. She provoked you to kill her before you tortured her any further. It gets tense in the Games... Maybe you should try and not let your emotions rule over your thinking so much. Just a tip if you want to survive."

I felt like I had been slapped against the face, though I don't think that was Mirane's intention. Judging by her tone she meant no harm, but I didn't like the look she gave me. I glowered at her hesitantly. Maybe she was right. Maybe I hadn't dished revenge in the way I wanted to. I glanced at Honora's still body, which rested on the flagpole and still leaked pints of blood. What if Honora, despite losing, really had the last laugh?

Turning back to Mirane, I spoke: "Last I checked you were the one lying on the ground close to death. If I hadn't intervened, Pullox would have killed you," I smirked, though Mirane's features looked coolly indifferent. "I think I know how to handle myself."

With that, I sped away. The wind brushed through my hair and caressed my cheek as I found myself zooming through the broken Palace. All I had to do now was find Pullox and break out of here - mission accomplished. With Honora dead, I doubt there was anything that could stop me. Even the Gamemakers themselves were totally incapable of stopping me.


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