one last push | flynn [day 8]

The familiar cannon sounds, a boom erupting in my one good ear. Confirmation that is all over. I cannot keep my eyes off him, one last look at the total trauma that I have caused. It is disgusting. That will be two families cursing me now and I am fairly sure Castor would have not volunteered for this. So, I win and go on the District tour. They are not going to want to celebrate me, the boy who volunteered and killed their kids. Panem really does glorify its murderers.

I drop the empty revolver next to Castor, the metal feels so wrong to hold now. It burns my palms. I can keep discarding these guns, but it is not like I am really washing the blood from my hands. It has already stained me, mind, and body. ”I am so sorry Castor, at least you will be with Sin now.” I pay last respects before dragging myself and the boy’s rucksack away. A fucking scavenger of dead bodies but I need every help to contain the damage the spear in my leg is causing. I cannot imagine me going to sleep tonight and dying of sepsis in the night or something ridiculous like that.

Boom. Another, I am going to have to work fast. I wonder who it is then. Lenox or the unknown surprise? I just hope they are as battered as me, a fair playing field for the grand finale of this. I have another revolver left; they have helped me get his far. Just another round of six bullets to go.

I drop to my butt at the base of the tower, using the structure as cover from whoever just caused that canon. I need to figure out a way to tend to this spear, I really wish there were some local anaesthetic in this arena. Now this going to hurt…