Triple Threat [Jared vs. Windy vs. Blue]

I look towards Blue. "I suppose yes, that could happen," I say. "But as you said, you never know." That was probably the truest thing I've ever said. Here in this arena, it's impossible to know what will happen next, what you will find around the corner. Every moment is a mystery, every second suspenseful. The Hunger Games are designed to be that way.

Windy speaks now, cursing me with the guilt of my actions. My theatrical smirk leaves my face, finally. "What would you have me do, Windy?" I ask. "Not kill? Let myself die? I have to. I have people back home...really, really important people...who need me." I refuse to get choked up as an image of Heidi enters my head once again. "And you're wrong if you think I don't feel guilty. But I have to push that aside."

With that I aim for one last attack, hoping this one will be the death blow.

(attacks Windy)
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Windy felt drained, she could feel death cracking open its door for her when, he missed. Jared missed, sending his blade past her head instead of into it. Windy closed her eyes as the girl attacked the boy. She could do this... she could do this.
There was a ritual that an elderly man on one of the boats Windy had worked on temporarily that had always stuck in her memory.
Every night, whether on the boat or on the dock he would stop whatever he was doing right as the sun kissed the horizon and say a prayer of sorts. He chanted this line of a old old song until the sun was completely lost. The only line the man knew went something like: For those in peril on the sea . When Windy finally asked him about it he said that he was ensuring the safety of all the sailors that were at the mercy of the sea.
That's exactly how Windy felt. Like she was at the mercy of the thunderous sea and that the old man had just started his chant.
She actually teared up a little at the thought but blinked and banished the tears, there's no crying on the battle field.
So she stood up again, for herself, for then girl's younger siblings, for District 4 and for the old man.
Windy attacked for everything that suddenly meant more to her than ever before. Windy attacked not from her mind or her instincts, but from her heart.
(Attacks Jared)
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Windy fell to the ground. She couldn't take it any longer. She felt her own string off life being pulled taunt and it hurt- like nothing she had felt before. Her throat was full of sobs and she was making a sort of choking noise.
She wasn't going to see her brothers, the old man, "The Mirage" nothing ever again. She would never feel the ocean's breeze blow across her face. She would die in the snow tinted pink by her blood.
She was full out sobbing now, she couldn't hold the mask of strength on anymore.
Her limbs went limp and she laid down in the snow. She looked up at Jared and the girl through her tears.
"Are you happy?" She choked out at the boy, trying to give a small smirk but ended up just choking on sobs. "Well since I won't be winning I.. I.."
She took a shaky breath and made another attempt at speaking.
"Win," She muttered, to both of them. To her killer and her ally, her enemies, the last people she would see.
Windy didn't want to have to look at them any longer, but she decided that Jared didn't deserve her curse anymore, he was just doing what instinct told him. So with her final ounce of strength Windy grabbed her knife and after a few ragged breaths and final glances at the world around her, plunged the knife into her stomach trying to end her pain.
"You're free," She said to Jared, he was free of her curse since her death would considered suicide, he wouldn't have her blood on his hands.

So with her vision blurred with tears of pain and fear, the last thing Windy Mathers saw was Jared, the boy who killed her, who spilt her blood, who she wanted to win.
Her eyelids soon slipped over her tears and her limbs went limp, her breathing stilled and her heart stopped and Windy Mathers of District 4 died.
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People have very different views of the after life. However there is one thing I know for a fact:
Windy Mathers spent the rest of eternity on the ocean with the salt breeze whipping through her hair. How do I know? Because that's how she would have wanted it.


.....For Those in Peril on the Sea




The End of Windy Mathers