Obviously my last promise was not legitimate. Gah just life has been bleh ok im really sorry guys. dont hate me

Chapter 25

Finale

Deep breath. One, two, three. On the third count I willed myself to open my eyes slightly. Light streamed in and I slammed my lids shut again, praying my pounding headache would go away. On top of the headache, my eye lids were so heavy it took twice as much effort to even open them. I drew in a breath through my nose praying for clear passage, but my breath was obstructed by dust and debris. I coughed as hard as my body would let me, my shoulders shaking.

A hacking sound came from me and I willed myself to open my eyes again and saw the red that covered where I lay. Blood. Most definitely not a good sign. Alright Cloe, you've got to get past the headache. You have to get up.

So I did. I pushed my eye lids back with my fingers and struggled to keep them open. My head pounded a million times and I counted to ten. Ok, deep breath. You're awake. You're alive. That's the good news.

I took the breath and heard the crackling of phlegm and blood in my sternum and cough again, blood spilling over my lower lip. I was on my back, staring straight up at the sky.

Something was wrong. Something was very wrong.

I blinked heavily. Above me the sky was bright but shielded by particles floating in the air. Flaming leaves and bark drifted towards me. It was actually peaceful for a moment, but one thing about the arena was that nothing was peaceful for long.

It looked like an angel for a moment. A glowing being hovering above me, come to save me but- no. It was something else entirely. A branch; a large one, flaming and descending straight towards where I lay. My body kicked in gear, my adrenaline as well. I started to roll over to get up but was stopped short by a scream. My own scream.

My right hand was crushed beneath a fallen tree. All I could see of the hand were a couple shattered fingers, white bone gleaming beneath dried blood. So I must have been out for a long time.

As soon as I started pulling my hand from under the tree, more blood spilled from the appendage. I screamed and grunted as the branch fell closer and closer, and I edged towards my imminent death.

But my hand came from under the tree with a sickening crunch and a spill of blood. I ran off, staggering and trying to stay upright. The world spun and I gripped everything I could with my good hand to stay upright.

I collapsed by a creekside, landing with a loud splash in the water. I let out a frustrated scream, one of anger and pain as I collected my thoughts. The place had shown no signs of the others. Then again, I had been camouflaged in the brush, so I hadn't seen much in my desperate flee from the burning branch.

I took a moment to asses my injuries, sitting in the cool water. My fingers on the bad hand stuck up at all odd angles, covered in blood and green puss. Bone protruded from several joints and I tried to close the fist but stopped abruptly, searing pain ripping through the hand and up my arm. I dipped the hand in the water, in hopes of washing away the blood.

I splashed water on my chin to wash away the blood that had run down it earlier and allowed myself to drink some water. But that just came back up, diluted with red and the remnants of anything I had eaten in the past couple days. As I doubled over to throw up into the water, a new pain over came me and I was forced to plop back down in the water.

Laying on my back, I looked down the expanse of my barely showing stomach to see a huge gash on my left side. The gash was deep enough and wide enough to show two ribs beneath. One rib was cracked and the other almost completely broken off. I reached a hand and touched the cool bone, feeling lightheaded. How could I possibly survive this.

I took off my shirt and held it against my side which had begun bleeding again when I had moved. I bared my teeth and stifled a scream. I could only cry, for fear of attracting predators to my wounded self.

I went in and out of consciousness in that creek, allowing the icy water to wash over me and cradle me. All feeling had disappeared from my hand and I watched, entranced as the motionless appendage drifted in the current, a mind of its own.

I woke up sometime later, at dusk most likely, to the sound of helicopters high above. The Capital. Here to finish off whatever was left. I almost allowed myself to lay there and wait to die. I had accepted that the baby was probably dead. I was probably dead in another half an hour, but none of that mattered.

Cato was probably dead too. Lost in some creek, maybe even father down the same creek I was in. He might be there, realizing the water had suddenly been polluted by blood, and running up the creek right this moment to find me.

No Cato. Leave me here.

My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of boots in the water. I allowed myself to think it was Cato for a minute, but then I heard more boots. It was more than one person.

I stood up impulsively, blood spilling from my side and mouth. I took off in hot pursuit, away from the boots. The people behind me shouted at me telling me to stop, but I wouldn't I had to keep going.

I tripped over a rock clumsily and had the wind knocked out of me. I rolled over to get back up but a new, more searing pain and absence of oxygen took over.

And then they caught up to me, just as the world was sinking out of view. I saw heir Panem emblems on their uniforms. One ran to my side, cradling my head and pulling my shirt away from my side.

"Oh shit." he mumbled.

"Are you here to finish the job?" I questioned, feeling warm blood escaping my lips. The boy, a handsome one, gave me a look with sad eyes. His dark hair was disheveled, sticks stuck in it. His green eyes searched my face with an odd recognition. He pushed my hair from my face and I read his name tag. "Tell me officer Clark. Are you here to finish the job." I bared my teeth as he cradled me in his lap. Other officers gathered round, their faces emotionless, but careful as they looked at their captain.

"She's got a punctured lung! She'll be dead in three minutes! Get your shit together men!" The boy ordered. His officers ran off and his eyes returned to my face and he smoothed my hair back again. I fought the urge to punch him because that would just result in the further damaging of my arm. "No." he breathed. The world started to fade away again. "No, I'm not here to finish the job. I'm here to save you Clove." with what little subconscious I had left, I recognized the loving tone in his voice. A hot tear fell onto my cheek and I realized Clark was crying. "I'm here to save you little sister."

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