Victory

Colton's P.O.V.

Everyone was dead except me, Lexi, and Zove. I was so scared, he was charging at us with every weapon imaginable! Ax, sword, knives, ropes… Is he going to kill us? Is this it; the end of me and my sister's lives? We spent 14 (13 for Lexi) years in Panem, working in the fields of grain and other crops. Now because of one little thing (well, the Games aren't so little), we will die. I turn to Lexi, "I love you and I will do whatever I can to protect you! You're not going to die!"

"Then you will! No, Colton please!" she yelled back.

"I will do whatever I can to get us all out of here! Just trust me," I said.

She nodded and we stepped closer to Zove. "Just listen," I said to him bravely. "I don't want to fight. Just talk."

"Why? We all know you two are dead anyway! You killed my best friend! She was like a sister to me!" he yelled back at me.

I cringed at his loud voice. "I know, and I'm sorry. You killed a lot of people, too, you know."

"Don't you get it? These Games are a test! They are testing our strength. Only one person can win. They have to be strong, brave, and smart-minded," he said back.

"Which you have to be to even be in the Games, Zove! Don't you get it? To be in the Games, you need to be brave enough to not go crazy which most people do. You have to be strong; don't cry over your ally dying. You don't know these people. And you have to be smart-minded. Everyone here has a smart mind! Did you see the trap Santana created? The Capitol is playing Games with us. They enjoy watching us get tortured, don't you see? We need to fight the real enemy. Not who we think the enemy is."

"You're right," he said. Then he looked up at the sky and yelled, "I'm not afraid of you! We will fight back and we will win!"

Zove's P.O.V.

"You're right," I replied. I looked up at the sky and yelled, "I'm not afraid of you! We will fight back and we will win! How's that for brave?"

Colton was going to say something when we all saw it. Forming out of dust and wind, muttations came into the scene. I gulped. I had only seen this once, in the 74th Hunger Games. They were creatures made to look like dead tributes. Not literally, just the eyes, fur… But it doesn't matter, they are deadly. "We need to go!" and we all took off into the distance. But where to go? We went to the other side of the mountain and spotted a small hole in it. It was just small enough for us to fit, but nowhere near big enough for the muttations to be able to fit through it.

They were digging and clawing, trying to get in but it wouldn't work. We were all sitting against a wall inside the mountain. It was kind of cold, but who cared when you're being attacked by muttations? "Are we going to kill them?" Colton asked.

"We can't," I replied hastily.

"Why not?" Lexi asked.

"They are dead tributes, and I can't face killing them again. I already regret it." Tears came to my eyes.

"Oh, you don't need to cry," Lexi comforted him. "That's the whole point of the Game. But it's over. We will outsmart the Capitol."

"How?" I asked.

"I have an idea," Lexi said, smartly.

Lexi's P.O.V.

"I have an idea," I said, smartly. "Here's what's going to happen. We go out there, we throw our weapons on the ground and break them. We let the muttations attack us."

"But-" Colton started but I cut him off.

"Shut up and listen," I snapped. "The Capitol will flip! All the final tributes committing suicide in the arena, it's perfect. They won't stand it, they'll evaporate the muttations, and we'll all survive!"

"Great idea!" Zove exclaimed. "Let's go!"

"Prepare for pain," I said as we exited our spot. We threw the weapons on the ground as we got out and we all stepped out them, breaking them. We then went over to wear the muttations were charging at us and we charged at them. They tumbled us and attacked. I could feel sharp pains all over my body.

A bite in the neck, a scratch on the leg, a stomp on the arm, a break in the other arm. This will be worth it. I could hear Colton and Zove screaming, too. In fact, I was so focused on the plan, I forgot about the pain. Just then, I remembered something. I needed some wire, a piece of glass, and a muttation. Somehow, I managed to slip out from its grip and over to the weapons. I found a piece of old wire and a shard of glass on the ground from where we smashed the knives. I shone the light on the wire I set on the ground. I egged on the muttations and they charged at me and they stepped on the now electrified piece of wire. The muttations went into a big explosion and dust and guts filled TV screens at home.

CAPITOL P.O.V.

On the TV screen in President Snow's office, he watched as 13-year-old Alexis Clark lights wire into an electric shock wire. He is confused when she calls them to her. Then his screen fills with dust and muttation innards. The screen clears and they are gone. "What the-"

TO BE CONTINUED…