mock 46th finale(retry) : Bray :

Hell, that's the word I'd use to describe this damn arena. It was a barren wasteland. I'd spent nine days in this damn place and was ready to go home. I had no idea where I was going, only that I had to keep moving. The little life inside me drove me towards the end of these wretched games. I would go home, I would be victor, I would go home, have a nice house in the victors village, and live happily ever after with Reagan, the man of my dreams. I clutched the dagger in my hands, they were red from the biting cold that nipped at my nose and drove my fingers to become numb. I knew that probably wasn't a good sign but at the moment, I didn't care. I just wanted to go home. 22 people where dead, one of which had been at my hands, and only one other person stood in my way of that crown. Stryks, my district partner. We'd bonded on the train and in training but we hadn't been allys, I'd hoped that one of the other tributes would kill him off but obviously, the odds weren't in my favor. Today, I would have to kill him myself, and go home with a district that thought of me as a traitor because I'd killed my district partner.

My hand that wasn't clutching the dagger went to my stomach which had a definitive bump. I will win for you I promised the life inside me. I didn't want to kill, I'd hated killing the girl from seven, it still haunted my thoughts. the way the light had died from her eyes as I drove my dagger through her heart two days ago. I still could picture the way she stared at me with hate in her eyes. I'm sorry, If I could go back, I would and take it back I shook my red head and drew my hood closer to my ears, not wanting to lose my ears, I'd seen many people lose theirs in this games. Biting snow tried to stop me as I trudged on, not able to penetrate the thick parka my stylist had given me before I'd entered the games. Oh, Ender, I miss you I honestly missed him, he'd been a wonderful stylist, dressing me in beautiful outfits that had gotten me lots of sponsors. I took a drink from my canteen, happy that the canteen kept the cold out, preventing the essential life-line inside from freezing. The cool water hit my tongue and I smiled, enjoying the sweet taste of the water. Even though it was cold, it was nice to have water in my system.

I didn't realize where I was until I saw the glint of the cornucopia ahead of me. Oh, ripred, help me. Please, don't let me die today, I have to go home to Reagan and I have to win for the life growing inside me I prayed before continuing to trudge towards the golden horn. It had been picked clean throughout the games and no longer held any supplies. The realization hit me. I was about to be faced with death again. Either I was going to die or my district partner would. I clutched at my stomach, feeling the dagger slip from my grasp. It fell to the snow and I sank to my knees. I'm sorry, Reagan. I'm sorry you have to see me like this I thought. "I love you Reagan" I said softly, knowing a camera was no doubt on my face. I looked straight into the camera and let them see the determination on my face. "I'm coming home to you mom and dad, I promise" I said, picking up my dagger and standing.

I could see a figure trudging towards the cornucopia. It was Stryks, I hadn't seen him since the blood bath and it was a shock that he would be my final opponent. "Stryks, it's good to see you" I called, my voice echoing off the snow. Thankfully, the light snow that had fallen earlier had stopped and now, the world was quiet, as if the entire arena was holding it's breath. I knew that this fight would be emotionally and mentally scarring to whoever made it out. I prepared myself for the tears I was sure I would shed.

[OOC: Fenna enters the finale]

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