Faith ✷ Coriolanus Snow

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˚ ₊ ♡ ❰ chapter 10 ❱ ⋆ ✰ ₊˚.༄
˚ ₊ ♡ ❰ 𝙵𝙰𝙸𝚃𝙷 ❱ ˖⋆࿐໋ ⋆ ⋆⋅
━━━━ ‧ ༻✩༺ ‧ ━━━━⋅⋆
— in which emberlynn makes a fool out of dr.gaul and is crowned the victor of the 10th hunger games, heading back to district 12.
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The duct, despite its gloominess, had become Emberlynn's safe spot in the chaos of the arena. It provided her a private space to grieve and to stay safe. As she lay within its cramped confines, seeking a moment of reprieve in a fitful doze, Emberlynn was rudely jolted awake by the ominous sound of someone attempting to breach her makeshift fortress.

A shiver of dread coursed through her, her heart pounding in her chest as the familiar sound of Coral's relentless strikes against the duct's entrance reverberated through the narrow space.

With a rush of panic flooding her senses, Emberlynn realized she was trapped. Desperate for escape, she scrambled and clambered, seeking an alternate route within the duct, moving swiftly through its narrow passages in a frantic attempt to evade Coral's relentless pursuit.

The confined space felt claustrophobic, yet in that moment, it was her only avenue to flee from the impending threat of Coral and her menacing trident.

In the cramped confines of the air vent, Emberlynn found herself squirming through the narrow passage, the darkness and tightness of the space amplifying her unease. Her shallow breaths echoed, resonating loudly in the stifling silence of the duct. With every inch she moved, the sound of her movements seemed deafening in the oppressive hush.

Pausing momentarily, Emberlynn attempted to still her breath, straining to listen for any sign of movement beneath her. Amidst the silence, the only audible sound was the erratic rhythm of her own anxious breathing, which she tried desperately to suppress.

Suddenly, a spear pierced through the duct, narrowly missing her, and she recoiled in shock. As the spear was withdrawn and raised once more, this time positioned behind her, Emberlynn seized the chance to peek through the hole that had been made. Below, she glimpsed Mizzen, his back turned to her, while Coral stood a distance away, oblivious to the impending danger.

Feeling the familiar coolness of the compact in her pocket, Emberlynn's fingers instinctively sought it out. Despite the suffocating heat of the arena, the compact remained cool against her skin. Seeking solace, she pressed it against her cheek, finding a momentary relief in its touch. However, an overwhelming urge overtook her, and against her own hesitations, she opened the compact, releasing the last remnants of the poison discreetly planted by her mentor.

She watched with a mixture of horror and grim resolve as the green flakes drifted through the tiny hole, descending onto the unsuspecting Mizzen below. Coral remained unaware, her attention fixated on the air duct above, as Mizzen's sudden nosebleed betrayed the onset of the poison's effects, causing him to crumple to the ground, a victim to the unseen threat from above.

As Coral turned to attend to the fallen Mizzen, a stark expression of shock and disbelief painted her features. "Hey," she called out, shaking Mizzen's lifeless form, but there was no response. Confusion and frustration etched Coral's face as she attempted to comprehend the sudden turn of events. Her gaze darted upwards, locking with Emberlynn's for a brief, intense moment.

"I'm going to kill you, Emberlynn!" Coral's voice rang out, laced with an intensity that sent a chill down Emberlynn's spine. The fury in Coral's words reverberated through the arena, echoing a threat that carried a weight of genuine menace. "Come out here and fight me, you coward!"