Author's Note
I do not own the Hunger Games.
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They announce a feast, and the terrible, rotting mutts with their gaping mouths and rotting fingers drive them there, shambling after them over the dry ground. They're a mess, a shambles, and as three of them race for the new podiums around the cornucopia, she sets her eyes on the tiny girl in blue. She's let her ally go ahead, and although she's holding a sword, she doesn't expect she'll be much of a challenge.
She's not.
But as she drives her sword through her chest, she seizes the blade, yanking it deeper. She gasps, stumbling, and falls straight into the girl's own blade.
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He sees her fall, sees her take the blonde with her, hears the cannons ring, and he runs.
It hurts more than he ever thought it would.
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They've sent him food, and a new short sword and shield. He traces the edge of it.
Three of them left.
Soon would be the finale.