Mock 46th Games Finale // Ani

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OOC: I kind of just rambled...
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Hell, that is the word I would use to describe the last nine days. twenty-two people have died, only one of whom was at my hands. I hated ending that girls life, she gave me a reality check regarding the life I carry inside me, Reagan's child. I know, from the anthem the night before, that there's only my district partner, Stryk, left. I didn't want it to come down to this, I didn't want to have to kill my district partner. We'd bonded on the train ride and in training but we hadn't been ally's, I'd mostly hoped that he'd end up getting himself killed but apparently, the odds just aren't in my favor. I touch my slightly bulging stomach, feeling a wave of protectiveness wash through me.

The injuries I've sustained are minor and have mostly healed, the only thing still bothering me is a cut on my cheek that was quite deep. It stings slightly as my other hand, the one not at my stomach, touches it gingerly. I won't die today, i won't let myself die today, if I have to kill Stryk to protect my baby, I will I think fiercely.

I see the golden cornucopia where we started on the first day and see that it's still covered in blood, red against the white of the snow that covers the entire arena. I will be happy if I never again see Snow. It's kind of ironic really, in the snow is how I met the man of my dreams, Reagan Fair, he found me sitting under a willow tree and we'd connected right away. I look at the boy in front of me, no doubt if the game makers had allowed for one more night, he'd be dead. "So, it's just you and me now?" I say. I knew this battle would be scarring, emotionally and mentally to whomever won but I had no choice.

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I hate this, the fact that the Capitol is making me fight my own district partner to the death. I absolutely fucking hate it. I don't want to kill another person yet I know I have no choice. I look at Stryk and don't flinch when his blow comes. It hurts but I'll get over it. "Yeah, I guess it is. This shall be a fair fight. May the better man return to the district." he says. I can see that he's fighting back tears and this only brings tears to my eyes. I don't want to die, where will Reagan go, I know I told my family to look after him but there's no guarantee. They could kick him out the moment I die. "I'm not just fighting for myself, I'm fighting for the life inside me. For the life that hasn't even had a chance to live yet. I'm fighting so that my child can grow up" I say, my voice quivering. I know that my words will probably shock him. I've kept my secret relatively well until now, I didn't want or need the entire nation knowing that I was pregnant. I look at Stryks, the dagger in my hand feeling like it weighs a ton. I'm supposed to give life, not take it. This isn't how it's supposed to be, I'm not supposed to be the one who kills. Oh Reagan, I love you. even though I miss him, I do not wish he were here, trapped in this death pit instead of Stryks. What would we do if it were just Reagan and I left, would I be able to kill him? I give my head a shake. Focus Fen, you have to kill him, you have to go home to Reagan I think, pushing the thoughts of what ifs to the back of my mind for later. Now, I have to win this fight, I have to kill my district partner because I have something to fight for.
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I turn around in fear at the sound of her voice. I expected her to come from the complete opposite direction. "So, it's just you and me now?" she asks. I looks at her. She looks to be in much better shape. She has fared well in the arena. Looking at her, I remember that she's pregnant. I feel bad for what I'm about to do, but I know I have to. It's my mission.

I bring my axe a little bit higher to warn her about what I'm about to do. "Yeah, I guess it is. This shall be a fair fight. May the better man return to the district." I hold back the tears. She knows that I will show no mercy. I pull back my axe and slam forward. I aim for her head, but my eyes were closed so I don't really know where I hit.

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OOC:Aya told me to repost it, so this is technically supposed to be above yours, so It is still my turn to attack.. And yes, I did this with NO coding, how hideous.[rand=2224341663531959471583039965480573055544672533877715182520914823]

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why don't we try making another thread and see if we can get it to work?