run.
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run.
that's all she could think.
run.
she had dropped out the trees the moment he saw her.
Ajax.
the volunteer from two.
she was running.
he had no weapon, his knife abandoned in the skull of another tribute that she saw him kill before he saw her.
he didn't waste time grabbing his knife.
he charged after her.
run.
it was a very powerful instinct.
she ran and ran, but eventually, he dived and tackled her to the ground.
his hands gripped her throat and squeezed.
she kicked and punched at him, but she couldn't breathe.
she was losing air.
her backpack was pressed into the ground, her spear flung far away when he tackled her.
all she could do was reach for a knife..
and stab it into his throat.
his grip loosened.
the cannon sounded instantly.
he'd killed at least two people today before she'd killed him. he was going to kill her.
he almost did.
she panted heavily, his body collapsing on top of her as her knife pushed further inside his chest.
she pushed his body off of her and sat up. panting.
her food would be ruined. she'd be eating crumbs.
her throat, purple.
she picked up her spear, and climbed back into the trees.
searching for one like her resting places.
she came across her first one.
the sharp rock was still there.
nobody else had been there.
she panted, trying to be as silent as possible as she tried to catch her breath.
she rubbed at her throat and pulled her backpack in front of her.
she pulled her water bottle out, and drunk plenty, her throat was killing her.
she pulled out a granola bar, it was basically crumbs, but it would still be good for her.
she opened the packet and basically poured the crumbs into her mouth. she then grabbed some beef jerky and ate some of that.
she thought she deserved it after today.
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phantom | hunger games
Fanfiction"Guinevere, the phantom, won her games at the age of 12, the only to have ever done it" Guinevere St James was a child, a child that was turned into a weapon far too early. "the odds have never been in our favour, its time we all realised that."
