Princess of the Sea

By: CyanideMuffins7

Chapter 26: Redundant

Disclaimer: I own nothing of the Hunger Games, the trilogy or any of the characters Suzanne Collins has created. I only take credit for the characters I have created and the plot I have made.

I'm done crying and I have already find refuge in a cave. The arena was beginning to flood again, just like the first few days in the arena. I sit in the cold cave as night begins to blanket the arena and the anthem plays. I see the District 8 Tributes, the District 10 girl, Jadalis and Hei's face in the sky. I feel nothing towards Omega, if anything good riddance. But seeing Hei's face made my eyes feel watery again. I rub my eyes to avoid crying again.

I rub my eyes dry once the anthem plays again and signs off. The thought of their faces slip my mind and I return to reality. I take off my jacket and inspect my wound that Hei gave me. I see a silver parachute fall at the mouth of cave. I slowly stood up on my feet, still feeling the lingering numbness in my body. I retrieve the parachute and open the box to see some bandages, a bottle, a nozzle with orange liquid and a pack of crackers.

I sprayed the orange liquid on my wound. It stings but it was to stop infection, I think. I then wrap the bandages around my wound to cover it up. The wound begins to numb and the pain seems to be something that's off my mind now.

I notice that the bruises around my wrist and left forearm were gone. I check on my other wounds that I received so far. I see the small scars on my hand from digging my hand in my pack for weapons, the scarred bite mark on my right arm and the light scars on my hand where the splinters were. I look over to my left shoulder to see the scar on my back was spread out like a lovely designed tree that reached down my shoulder. It looks oddly cool.

I let myself fall on my back and just stare at the top of the ceiling. I don't want to close my eyes, Careers could be anywhere or Mugakus. I have to keep on my guard. But I don't think I won't see any Mugakus around here if the arena is flooding.

I keep my eyes open no matter what, and I keep my mind clear, no matter what. I find comfort in keeping the javelin in my hand. I never felt so comfortable with an inanimate object before. It made me feel safe. It was victory in the palm of my hands.

I sleep soundly that night. I was swimming through the vibrant blue ocean with my javelin in hand. But the ocean is still, I'm the only thing that's moving. I avoid the large pieces of glass in my way and keep swimming without getting myself caught in the glass. I ignore the reflections that the glass was showing me as I passed, I just kept swimming.

My eyes open to the crashing of thunder and the flashes of lightening. I sit up and approach the mouth of the cave only to see the dark gray clouds blanketing the arena. It was difficult to tell if it's daytime or nighttime.

I avoid leaving the cave, for the sake of my sanity. I return to my supplies and take out some of the crackers. I nibble on a few to ration them as much as I can. But all this running has made me very tired and I need something to give me energy to keep going.

I take a few sips of water afterwards to chase the thirst from the salt that followed after. I pick up my javelin and look at the dried blood that was stained on the metal. I use my undershirt and let the dark blood stains chip off the metal, leaving the metal's shine to be smeared. Once the blood came off, I can't help but look at me reflection. The metal is smeared so my reflection is distorted, but I could make out the gaunt look hunger has given me as well as the dark bags under my eyes. Hunger and restlessness has played an important role in changing my appearance. I wonder if Valentine or Dad would recognize me when I come home.

Home. That's something I haven't thought about in a while. Where is home to me? I catch a pink blob in the reflection. I look down at the pink seashell necklace that I came into the Games with. I gently pick it up and feel it within my fingers. It was my good luck charm. It was my reminder to home. My token.

Dad never turned it down every time I would give it to him. I guess he wanted me to have hope, faith to never doubt the moment he wouldn't come home. Faith was what kept me going in the weeks and mouths he would be out fishing.

Dad only gives it back to me to know that he is grateful for having me. But Dad never asked for it back, he had let me keep it when I was reaped. The necklace gave Dad faith that I will return home.

I place the javelin on my lap and I cover my face with my hands. I could smell the distinct scent of blood and metal in them. I'm going to come home Dad, just you watch. I'll be home with you and Valentine soon.

The rain lightened as I let go of the seashell and let my eyes drop to the ground. The Careers are the only thing in my way from winning and survival isn't my only weapon. I will fight tooth and nail in order to win.

Survival, victory, revenge are the only things that are on my mind.

I stand up, put my jacket on and get my javelin from the ground. I make sure I have everything before I storm out of the cave.

The Games will end tonight while I'm the last one standing.