Chapter 16:

Bronn Vangler, District Two, Age 14

Victor of the 91st Hunger Games

The dry ground of the savannah was quickly turning crimson. It was impossible to tell anymore who the blood belonged to anymore and even though the sight of it and what he just did was making his stomach turn, Bronn just couldn't turn his gaze away from the blood stained ground. The blood that he contributed to.

Boom.

Bronn finally tears his attention away from the blood at the sound of the cannon firing and stares at the now dead body of Elma. His first kill. He didn't set out to kill her...she was the one that did that to them. She was the one who hunted down two boys and brutally killed one of them and tried to kill Bronn. But he didn't let her. Somehow, he survived her. Minutes have passed and Bronn can barely bring himself to move, frozen in surprise at what he just did. When he entered this arena...he really didn't think he was capable of killing anyone. But the proof is right in front of him, showing that when it comes down to it, he'll do what everyone else does and he'll kill the other tributes.

The body still lays in front of him, her face twisted in the shock from Bronn retaliating at her, splattered with her own blood and the blood of Fai, Bronn's former ally. If only he had been fast enough to fight back against her before she killed his ally... But he wasn't. He realized a second too late what was happening and couldn't even get out a scream of warning. He doesn't even want to look over at his ally's body, instead focusing on the girl in front of him. No, not girl, the...tribute. Ah, who is he trying to kid, he can't pretend the tributes aren't people.

But he knows he has to get moving soon before the Gamemakers get mad at his delay. His knife still rests in her neck and he yanks it out, causing blood to gush out over his hand. At the warmth, he stumbles back before turning to a bush next to him and hurling up the small breakfast of nuts he had shared with Fai. And even once that is long gone, he keeps gagging at the smell of the blood. Once the contents of his stomach are cleared, he stands up and wipes his shaky hands on his shirt. He hesitantly looks back over at the two bodies near him, not wanting to throw up once more. His stomach stays steady as he looks at the older girl from Seven and her twisted face. But his ally and friend… That's a different story.

"I'm sorry, Fai," Bronn lets out a sigh as he sits down on the ground next to his friend. His face still has the hint of the laughter they had been sharing just before an axe was buried into his back by Elma. Bronn hadn't even thought twice about jumping up and burying the knife in her neck as she tried to yank her axe out of his back. But now, they're both dead.

And there's only one other person left in the arena.

The thought hadn't reached him yet until he stared at the two dead tributes in front of him. It had happened so quickly, but now, only the boy from Eight is left. Bronn is in the final two. Sure, the other boy is older and a lot larger than him, but Bronn now has a kill and he didn't hesitate to fight to save himself.

He might just be able to win and get home.

Who would have thought that the untrained fourteen-year-old from Two would be in the final two? Certainly not the Capitol crowds. They had all been rooting for Garni since he had trained. But the boy from One had died in the bloodbath because he rushed in and made a stupid mistake. Bronn hadn't done that and look at where he is now.

He grabs the knife tucked in Fai's belt and places it in his own before standing up, swinging his bag up onto his back. He doesn't look back at the bodies as he starts walking east, back in the direction of the cornucopia, with a new determination in his step. Bronn can do this. He's not afraid anymore that he is incapable of killing. He just might be able to become victor.

Bronn just might get home to his family.

The thought of seeing his parents again brings a smile to his face and adds to his determination to fight and win. "Hey Sylvia," he shouts up at the pink sky, knowing there will be cameras on him right now. The Capitol is surely watching him now and some must be rooting for him. And the most important person rooting for him in the Capitol is his mentor who has gone through so much on her own. But not for much longer. "Get ready to have your first victor!"

And there we have Bronn Vangler, Victor of the 91st Hunger Games, someone who will be familiar to those who have read my other stories. Bronn's just a good person who deserves a whole bunch of happiness and better than the Games. And he does get that, just after a few years.

Well stay tuned for more updates since I have this written through the 100th Games at the time of posting this. That's all I gotta say lol. Nothing new to add to this A/N on the 16th chapter of a story. Anyways, be back with the 92nd Games next week, assuming I remember that it is Wednesday (a big if considering I forgot today was Wednesday until 4 pm lol).