Author's Note: While this story relies more heavily on the books, I also looked at the movies for reference. Enjoy!
Forest Nymph
Branches whipped at her face as she plowed through the foliage, tightly clinging to her weapon in one hand and her newly-acquired sponsor trophy in the other. The afternoon was quickly turning to evening and, if last night was the beginning of a trend, they would all have crazed racoon-cats after them soon. If she could get back to the Cornucopia before the Mutts came back for the remaining three Tributes, she had a chance. The trees were no longer safe since the normally calm wildlife had gone mad.
"Hey, Seven! I'm coming for you!"
The enraged shout of the boy from District Two rang in her ears as she heedlessly raced forward. Even after breaking through the brush into the clearing with the Cornucopia, the girl didn't slow her pace, despite her burning lungs and throbbing leg. Across the field, past the shining metal structure, and into the next copse of trees where she hoped to take a respite.
Felicity stifled an agonized groan when applying the salve from the sponsor gift to her injured leg. A plant concoction had drawn out most of the venom, but the teenager had been short on supplies to stop infection. Thankfully, the remedy had an instant effect, and she could think clearly again while waiting for her pursuer.
Danger wasn't a bad guy – or so she thought until being stuck in this deathtrap. As a Career, he was trained to be lethal; Felicity knew that from the start. During training, they actually hit it off, even flirted a bit. He'd offered for Felicity to join the Career pack, but she chose the lone wolf strategy, which he didn't find out until the girl bolted out of the Blood Bath with supplies and not a second glance. Since then, she discovered that he was a bloodthirsty menace without a conscience. Not that she was much better at this point.
Having caught her breath under the cover of a bush, Felicity peeked out to find the Tributes from Two and Six facing off on the other side of the field. Now was her chance. Seven crawled to the next set of bushes, where she had laid her trap prior to the previous night's insanity. She had hoped to bring this Game to a head yesterday, but plans changed. With a deep breath, she added a little extra camouflage to her spikes and crawled back to her first hiding place.
The blond boy from Six was dead on the ground, and there was no sight of the black-haired eighteen-year-old. Where was Danger?
Felicity's body went tense when she felt someone's knee press into her back and his hot breath on her neck.
"Miss me, sweetheart? It's just you and me, Seven."
"Ladies and gentlemen, I'd like to welcome a very special guest this evening. You've seen her go from a sixteen-year-old school girl to a deadly goddess during these past weeks. You've watched her fight and bleed. You've seen her charm…and her lethality.
"Now, before I introduce her, let's consider what makes this girl special. Rumor has it that the betting men in District Seven said she could memorize and predict the moves of every Tribute since she was a child. Theories suggest she learned combat from Peacekeepers, wilderness survival from her father, and healing from her mother; that her big sister taught her how to effortlessly wrap a man around her finger; that her favorite Capitol dish...is chocolate truffles.
"Are these rumors true? Is the raven-haired nymph of the forest truly such a marvel? Did she really spend her childhood preparing for this day of victory? Well, there's only one way to find out. Without further ado, it is my greatest pleasure to have the Victor of the Sixty-Ninth Hunger Games join me on this stage. Ladies and gentlemen, Felicity Smyle!"
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