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My fist tightens around Albert’s trident and my heart starts beating faster with every second that goes by.
“Michael.” I spit, glaring at him.
He brings back his arm and lets the arrow go. It slices my upper arm and Julia runs at him with full speed, throwing the stars at him. One slices his leg, the other slices his cheek. Julia stops for a minute to grab more stars from my bag, and I stand in front of her with the trident up, deflecting any arrows shot at us. When she’s ready, she zips the pack and heads towards Michael again, getting a star stuck into his shoulder and one zips past his ear. He chuckles and goes to grab an arrow, before realizing he’s used them all up. I feel my face loosen up from my angered expression as he looks helplessly at us. He drops the bow and his hands raise up.
“Go ahead. I’m dead anyway.” He laughs, closing his eyes.
I take a few running steps forward and lunge at him. Everything seems to be in slow motion as I watch the trident pierce through the center of his chest, red oozing out. The cannon sounds.
Michael is dead.
I stare at the limp body on the floor, covered in blood and pinned by the trident. I feel a knot in my throat but still look to Julia and smile. She smiles back and hugs me, burying her face in my sleeve. She breaks the hug and smiles at me. Julia then frowns.
"Here, do it. Kill me, J-Julia." I say, stretching my arms out. She shakes her head and kisses me on the cheek, a surprising gesture, but as welcome as ever.
"I can't, Say hello to District 5 for me, Okay?" She takes a dart from her pocket and shoves it into her arm.
"Bye, Rabbit. It was nice knowing you for even just this short.. time." The canon sounds. Julia falls to the ground. I stare wide eyed at her corpse in front of me, my breathing heavy. My head goes fuzzy as I drop to my knees, staring at the two corpses in front of me and realizing what has just been done.
"No, No, Stop! Stop this! Turn back the clock! None of this happened, Stop!! Wake up!" I screamed at myself, slapping my cheeks, pinching myself, anything to wake from this nightmare.
All the tributes are dead.
There’s no one left. Jenny, Gigi, Julia, The Spine, Michael, Honey.. They’re all dead.
And I’m not.
"I'm proud to announce the victor of the 59th annual Hunger Games, Rabbit Walter of District 8!"