Chapter 20:
Fonio Donnan, District Nine, 16
Victor of the 95th Hunger Games
Weren't the games supposed to be difficult? So far, Fonio has been living so comfortably in the arena. He had plenty of food, a nice shelter, and water. He even has a nice and warm sleeping bag! And it's all thanks to sponsors. Fonio didn't even need to do anything to get their money. He just showed up in the Capitol, flirted a little with the host and the crowd, and then they started throwing their money at him. Honestly, Fonio has been having a great time so far and is living more comfortably here than he was back home in District Nine.
Man, it pays to be attractive.
And once he gets the victor title – since the Capitol clearly loves him now and wants him to win, the Gamemakers will have to let him win – Fonio will start living even more comfortably.
Fonio picks up an apple from his food stash as he props up his feet on the wood log he situated outside his shelter, just for this reason. He stares out at the forest, feeling content at the quiet sounds of the forest that is just completely different from life back home. Perhaps once he's victor they'll ask him to model in the Capitol. It's not completely unheard of and Fonio is definitely attractive enough for it. Maybe he can model some designer suits. Or maybe even some underwear ads. He might have to work out a bit more but he would not mind seeing his attractive body on one of those large billboards in the Capitol.
He nods his head at this as he takes another loud bite of his apple. Yes, he's going to have a great life once he's out of the arena. All he has to do is outlive the other thirteen tributes remaining. Really, it's going to be easy.
Fonio tosses the apple core out of the shelter before leaning back, crossing his arms to make a rest for his head. He stares up at the top of his tent that blocks the sun from reaching him through the trees. Seriously, this is so peaceful and he's glad that no one wanted to be his ally. They all thought he was too 'conceited' or something. Well the joke is on them now because he has it great and they're probably struggling to survive or dead. Hopefully dead. That would make things easier for him in the long run.
It's so peaceful in the forest that it's easy for Fonio to start dozing off.
Snap!
The sound makes Fonio's eyes open wide and as his eyes adjust to the light, he leans up on his arms and squints to look out in the forest. But his eyes open wide once more when he sees his District partner standing there, knife in her hand as she glares down at him. And Einka sure looks more pissed off at him than she ever did during their time in the Capitol. "Oh fuck," Fonio mutters and tries to reach for where he thinks he put his small knife just as Einka tackles him.
Fonio tries to shove the girl off of him and starts scrambling towards the front of the tent, trying to get out of the tight enclosed space. But Einka grabs onto the back of his jacket, yanking him back towards her. She uses her weight once more to try holding him in place and Fonio throws his elbow back at her.
It connects and he hears her grunt in pain before Fonio feels a sharp burning feeling on his arm. "Fuck," he cries out as he tries to roll over off of his stomach so he can try to fight against her better. Once he's on his back, he throws out a hand and grabs Einka's wrist as she gets ready to stab it down at him. They pause for a moment and Fonio chuckles a little at the girl straddling him, "You know, there's a lot of people who are probably really jealous of you right now."
"Fonio, you're such a fucking ass," Einka responds harshly to him before grabbing another knife with her free hand, immediately cutting off Fonio's laughter. She makes a thin cut on his neck before he can knock her hand away, barely saving his life. Einka lets out a cry of anger as her knife goes flying away from her before using her free hand to try pushing the one knife she still holds closer to Fonio's chest.
As she starts getting closer to stabbing him, he uses both hands to try to block her, straining against her surprising strength. They struggle against each other for a few seconds as Fonio desperately tries to think through a way out of this that doesn't end in his death. There's no way he can try to grab one of the discarded knives.
Einka leans forward, trying to throw her weight into pushing the knife down, giving Fonio the opportunity he needs. He slams his head forward into hers and they both groan at the immense pain that it causes. How do people do that all the time? Fonio shakes his head to not focus on the pain and in Einka's distraction, quickly grabs the knife from her hands and slashes out.
Einka starts gasping as she brings her hands up to her neck, not doing much to block the steady stream of blood that is spraying on Fonio's face. In a matter of seconds, she collapses onto him, her blood soaking into his clothes. Fonio can feel himself growing sick at the feeling of her warm, slick blood coating him.
Boom.
Fonio lets out a shaky breath before giving Einka's body a good shove, throwing her off of him. "Fuck," he lets out quietly as he shakily sits up, glancing down to see himself and most of his sleeping stuff covered in his District partner's blood. He feels a burning feeling in his chest and brings a hand up, feeling a ripped opening in his shirt and some of his own blood slowly pouring out onto his fingers. When did that happen?
He tries to get to his feet but falls to his knees, too shaky about what just happened. He just came so close to dying. With heavily shaking hands, he grabs one of Einka's arms and starts slowly dragging her out of the tent, still on his knees.
Fonio makes it a few feet out of his shelter with her body before he hears a familiar beeping sound. When he glances up at the sky and sees a small silver parachute floating down towards him, he lets out a sigh of relief. He drops Einka's arm so he can catch the sponsor gift and rips into it, finding a small amount of bandages inside.
Well, the sponsors haven't given up on him yet.
And there we have Fonio Donnan, victor of the 95th Hunger Games! Anyone who's read my other stories knows all about Fonio and I love my conceited man whore victor lol.
That's all I gotta say, see you probably next week with the 96th victor!