Wildest Dreams || Finnick Odair

8. archer meets archer

[the hunger games series: catching fire]
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        "Ladies and gentlemen, let the Seventy-fifth Hunger Games begin!"

At the sound of those words, Cameron sprung into action. She looked across the water and saw the cornucopia. She would have to swim across if she wanted to get to the paths. Cameron knew that she wasn't that great of a swimmer, District Nine was filled with fields and plateaus, not lakes. But lucky for her, Wilbur tried to prepare his trainees for everything. She just hoped that Mitchell had learned enough to be able to swim to the middle.

Cameron took a deep breath of air before diving straight into the water. It was cold, too cold for Cameron's liking. But she had to keep going if she wanted to make it to the cornucopia before the bloodbath. She began to kick as hard as she could, pushing herself to break the surface of the water so she could begin her stroke.

Her right arm was the first to reach the surface. Cameron tried to keep it steady as she propelled herself forward, trying small breathes occasionally before sticking her head back under the water. Every part of her body was working to make sure she reached the cornucopia in a timely manner. And luckily for her, that's exactly what it did.

Cameron took a big gasp of air as she felt her hand hit a solid rock. She heaved herself up onto the path and began to run the rest of the way, not bothering to check if she was being followed or who was next to her. The surface of the stone was slippery from the salt water that kept crashing into the rock. Cameron knew she would have to keep as light on her feet as possible, one wrong move and she would end up back into the dark blue abyss.

Fifteen feet.

Cameron used her eyes to search the cornucopia for a recognizable weapon. Her eyes caught a glimpse of a small bow and a stack of silver arrows, but she knew that Katniss would immediately go for it.

Ten feet.

Cameron heard a yell from beside her, but she was too scared to look in that direction. She needed to get to the middle and grab something. Anything, to help her feet.

Five feet.

It felt like Cameron was moving in slow motion as she reached for the first thing she laid her eyes on, a serrated sword, wrapping her hands around the handle as hard as she could. Cameron heard a rustle of movement behind her and she whipped around, holding the blade against the person's neck.

"You wanna lower that?" Finnick asked her with a small smile. Cameron returned the blade to her side. "No bow?" he continued.

"Couldn't find one," she responded simply.

The pair's heads turned as they both heard a loud splash behind them. Cameron grips her handle tighter as the girl pulled herself onto the rock. It was Katniss Everdeen. Cameron and Finnick exchanged small glances as Katniss grabbed the bow and arrow that Cameron had seen earlier.