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This is Haymitch's final battle, idea contributed by Choco13!(Slowly but surely I will complete all ideas submitted. Unless I don't understand them.)

I try to keep to the book, but I felt as if she had to be screaming.


Valia Thorn (Age 17) female – District 1

I couldn't conceal the scowl on my face. The top of the left side of my mouth was arched in what was either pain or annoyance. I clutch my battle axe in my hand; the weapon that has been my choice since I was a young child. The coal rat had to be around here somewhere. It was only five minutes ago that he had run off to the hedges that lie just outside the forest, and I could track him easily. He was leaving a trail of blood.

I could wait it out until he dies from his wounds; it shouldn't be much longer, I had injured him to the point where he had to hold in his intestines. But there is no glory in waiting for victory by default. I felt the need to watch him intake his last breath of life. After forty-six deaths, I feel that it is time for the end of Haymitch Abernathy.

Our fight has been one to thrill all in the Capitol: My axe versus his knife. And he no longer has his knife; I disarmed him in our battle. That is when he ran. Even so, it is my axe that will soon to be victorious. I consider my own wounds to not be immediately life-threatening. I feel the blood flow down the gash that the rat had impacted on my right arm and my mid-torso. The worst of my injury is the right eye that I no longer own. The blood from that is all but blinding the eye that I have left. While my injuries are no laughing matter I know the rat has it worse. I will soon put an end to that though.

I push through the last of the bushes and find myself on the edge of a cliff. I see Haymitch, barely standing, at the border between the arena and oblivion, and my scowl eases into a cynical smile. He is holding in his internals and I can see the trail of his blood has gotten thicker during his sojourn. I start to wonder why he is still standing, but I quickly demolish that thought. I can't have distractions now; I've made it too far to mess up.

The rat manages to keep his face in the scowl that he has so well been able to hold throughout the Games. I should be surprised to why he isn't grimacing in pain, but this only makes me let out a shrill laugh. The victory is so very close. My axe is raised with my left arm; the action is so familiar it can be performed by mere instinct. The axe is released and the sharpened blade is flung towards the rat's head with a precise, life-ending accuracy.

The action that is so methodical to me, I knew that I couldn't miss. There was no chance for his death to not come, at least not by my error. I would never expect any other possible errors than that of my own. I would never expect him to duck in his condition. But he does.

He doesn't duck; it's more like he leaned down to dodge, but in his condition, he fell. And my axe plummeted into the bottomless abyss. My lip twitched several times before raising into a scowl of fury. My axe was gone. I feel my sanity leave with my axe. I look at his scarcely breathing body that is lying in a puddle of blood, barely living. I bring my hand up to try to stop my eye socket from bleeding. The gushing of blood over my hand further drives my insanity. I start to scream.

"You think you're funny, rat? Is that what you think? You actually believe you can make a fool of me? Well think again! Look who is going to die, the one who is holding in his guts, not the one who can fight! Not the one who is stronger! Not the one who spends his life begging for the scraps that the Capitol leaves behind! There is a reason that One comes before Twelve! And now I'm going to outlast you just like I would if I never Volunt –"

The blade impales my forehead just above my eyebrow line, wedging itself deep inside my skull. It takes but the moment before I die to realize that it is my axe. My axe, the one that should have brought me victory, is the one that brought victory to a rat. My body crumples to the ground, but before my eyes close eternally; I notice something. Haymitch too is crumpled lifelessly on the floor. And that brings about my final question in life: Who is to be crowned Victor if all have died in battle?


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