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***I didn’t know what to write about when I was like ‘Hey, I should do another Hunger Games ending’. I didn’t know who’s ending I would do, when I realised that I haven’t done the ending that I want to do. So, this is my own ending. Click here for part 6 and click here for a list of things I’m skipping***
Dawn of the fifth day.
The bright sun was rising up behind a grassy green District 10 hill. I sit, watching the sky slowly become lighter and lighter, while my ally and district partner, Jonathan, snored quietly inside the pen. I think about how it’s only the fifth day, and how 19 tributes are already dead. There’s only five left now. One of them is me. And another is sleeping peacefully behind me.
I feel slightly ashamed at the thought that popped inside my head. I can’t just kill Jonathan. But the tension and anxiety is getting to me. Five left. How can I still be teamed?
I bite my lip. If I am to kill Jonathan, it will have to be soon, before he wakes up. What should I do? Leave him unharmed? Slit his throat with my knife? Stab him?
My head is pounding. I don’t know what to do. I could do nothing, but what if the next time Jonathan is on guard while I sleep, he kills me? I don’t think I can bear to murder my district partner and ally, though. I don’t know what I should do.
I sit, staring at the vast, grassy field that seems to go on and on and on. Finally the answer comes to me.
I stand up, and I walk back towards Jonathan, who is still in his slumber. I gently pull my knife that I gave to Jonathan from his belt, and put it back into my own sheath, which now has 6, including the one I just retrieved from Jonathan. I sling the backpack with our food and resources onto my back. ‘I’m sorry’ I whisper to Jonathan, who continues to sleep. Then I turn my back on him, and walk away, with all of our resources.
I feel bad for taking everything and then ditching Jonathan, but this is the Hunger Games. I can’t always play fair, always be soft. Weakness is not what will make me win the 70th Hunger Games.
Soon Jonathan will wake up, and find himself alone, without any supplies. How will he react? Will Jonathan survive being robbed of everything? Or will he die from lack of food and water? If Jonathan does survive, I’m betting he won’t forgive me. He’ll probably target me, and that’s what makes me nervous.
Eventually the grassy field disappeared behind me, and then I was standing in front of the massive golden horn. The Cornucopia. 5 days ago I was standing here, along with 23 other tributes. This is where the 70th Hunger Games began.
I can see the 13 sections imitating each district. Each section looks so different to each other. A factory. A lake. An orchard. A forest. I wonder which tributes are in which section, although I do know that a tribute can’t be in the section that represents their district. For instance, neither Jonathan nor I can walk into the section imitating District 11, or else deadly traps will spring up until one of the traps kills us. We figured this out after Beth died, because we were camping out in the District 7 forest when traps sprung into action and killed Beth, who was from District 7.
BOOM. I’m on my feet, knife in hand, after having gotten up from sitting against the Cornucopia. Who has died? Jonathan? The killer girl from 2? Quincy? The speedy boy from 8?
After scanning my surroundings carefully, I sink back down to the ground to sit, with my back against the Cornucopia. I hadn’t given much thought to my plan, really. Steal the supplies; ditch Jonathan, leaving him lying, asleep, without anything; run away as far as I can before Jonathan wakes up; then – what?
I could track down the other tributes. I bet I can beat Jonathan, Quincy, and the District 8 boy, but that massive killer-machine girl from District 2 will be a problem. I can’t hunt down tributes until I’m sure she’s dead. Anyway, I couldn’t kill Jonathan, despite him being asleep, who says I have the guts to end another human’s life?
One thing I could do is set up a fire, to lure a tribute towards, me so I can attack them. I can use the match I have and make a fire. I could just wound them, and leave them, helpless, to die, or I could throw my knife from a distance, but then I’ll just lose another knife. Assuming I get the victim in one clean shot, I will have 5 knives left. It will then be 3 tributes left in the arena, and 2 more to kill. I’m not sure about that option, to set up a fire, so I look at my other options
Another thing to do is to gather food. I have about a day’s worth of food for 1 person, so collecting more plants, berries, and nuts is a good idea. I think I’ll do that. If I gather lots of food, then I could do the fire idea.
I walk off towards the District 7 section, the forest, trying and failing to stop the memories flooding my mind. My tracker-jacker hallucination of Beth as a horrible, rotten corpse; trees crashing down all around Jonathan, Beth and I, the ground quaking beneath our feet; Quincy taking my spear that I retrieved from the District 3 girl, then walking off-
Stop, I think. Just collect the food, don’t think about that, don’t get distracted and die. I shakily walk into the forest, leaping over fallen trees, plucking berries and nuts from plants as I wander around.
Snap, snap snap. I freeze. It sounds very much like someone walking over twigs, but – I am still, picking a leaf off a plant I know is edible. Snap. Snap snap snap. A tribute is getting closer.
On instinct I grab onto a nearby tree and begin to climb. I am practically leaping, higher and higher, until I get just high enough to be able to see the tribute coming, with the leaves covering me so that the other tribute doesn’t see me.
A person walks into view. It’s the murderous girl from 2. She lumbers past, holding her blood-covered sword. The girl walks past, not seeing me, perched on the top of a tree. This is my chance. I could get her from behind with my knife-throwing skills. But what if I miss? The girl will hear me, and then turn around and kill me. Should I risk my life to attempt to kill the most dangerous tribute in the 70th Hunger Games?
I slip down the tree, quiet as a shadow, until my feet touch the leaves on the ground. I slowly take out my knife. The girl hasn’t seen me yet, she’s still walking away, towards the Cornucopia. I can do this.
I aim, and then I fling the knife out in front of me. The knife soars and hits the District 2 girl in the lower back. She jerks, lets out a loose scream, then falls. I hang back, unsure. I could go forward, and steal her supplies, and get my knife back, but I would have to see her empty, unseeing eyes, and the way her body didn’t move a bit, and-
I shut my eyes tight for a second. Then I walk over to her, slowly. I am almost there when a cannon in the distance fires. 3 tributes left. I am in the top 3.
She lies, face down, her body limp and still. I want to scream, and cry, because I just killed this girl. She was a murderer, but she was quite young, compared to me. She looks about 15. Too young to be a killer.
I wrap my hands around the knife handle, and pull it out. I take her backpack, and steal her sword. Then I climb back up a tree, because it make me feel safe. I see the hovercraft come, and it takes her body away.
I look through the girl’s stuff, at the top of the tree. She had very good stuff, which is good for me. She had a small first aid kit, with medicines and bandages; a bottle of water, which is good for me, as I have nearly run out of water; no food, surprisingly; and, of course, a sword. It won’t come in much handy, but if I was still teamed with Jonathan, he could have had it.
BOOM. Another cannon. My heart nearly stops. Me and 1 other tribute. The last tribute to stand in my way to life, to victory. I don’t know who it is, but I’m scared – of course I am, because the Capitol will force me in some way to murder the other tribute. I think I can do it, though – I’ve eliminated the only threat to me, the District 2 girl. I can do this.
I climb down the tree, and I make my way to the Cornucopia again. The Capitol nearly always forces the last 2 to middle to have a bloody fight.
I finally make it back to the Cornucopia. I don’t know what to do now.
Footsteps. Behind me.
I turn around, knife instantly in my hand, and there stands a tall boy. The fast boy from District 8.
He holds a spear, like Quincy does – I mean, did. Quincy has died. Did this boy kill Quincy? Maybe he won the spear from Quincy by killing him.
He charges, and then I realise – when he strikes, I can’t block it with my knife. So I brandish my sword that I got from the District 2 girl, and block.
I successfully block his strike. He strike again, and I use my sword as a shield again. He’s got the upper hand, because I am too close to throw my knife and too far to stab him. I block another of his stabs, but it was a trick – he hits my leg. Pain and blood explode from that leg. I need time to get the first aid kit and heal myself. So I go with my instincts.
I climb up the Cornucopia, clinging onto the edges jutting out. In a second I am at the top. The boy attempts to climb, but falls back down again. He can’t climb well! I have enough time.
I grab the first aid kit, and get a bandage for my bloody red leg. I wrap it around, not knowing what I am doing, but it acts like a plug, sort of. It’s stopped the bleeding, for now.
I grab my knife, and look down at the boy, who was still trying to climb up. I close my eyes, and thrust the knife downwards.
His scream tells me that I’ve got him. I open my eyes, terrified of what I might see, and I see the body of the District 8 boy fall, fall, and after years and years and also in a millisecond, his body hits the ground. Red is all I can see of him, and the cannon fires, and I can’t think. I sob, out of what emotion I don’t know, and lie down on the top of the Cornucopia.
I have won the 70th Hunger Games. I have survived the nightmare
***Thanks for reading! This is the end of the story of Leila’s experience in the Hunger Games. Unfortunately the story will have to end here 
I’m really sad that I’m stopping this story, I’ve been working on it for ages (seriously! Part 1 was ages ago). I will write another story, maybe Hunger Games, maybe not. The end is here. I can’t say thanks enough, for everything. Thanks for all the support, and thank YOU for reading!!!!!***