poison (EDITING)

Day Thirteen

I stayed awake all night, afraid I would have more dreams about Monet...or even worse, Ryder.

It was around 2:00am when I heard a familiar siren. The parachute!

I opened the huge container and quickly pulled out a trident,

"Yes!" I screamed, thankful.

Hopefully I could sleep now with no bad dreams.

Man, was I wrong.

••dream••
I was walking to the Cornucopia.
I smiled as I gripped the trident into my hand.

"Brook! Run!" It was Ryder.

"Ryder?!" I screamed.

"Run! He's near!" He screamed.
I turned to my right as he got torn apart by mutts.

Rex. He meant Rex.

"Brook! Brooklynn! Help!"
I turned to my left and saw Monet as she got shot in the heart.

She was only fifteen...

"Brooky!" I could never forget that voice. Clayton.

I turned around to see Rex holding Clayton by the neck.

"No!" It was too late. Clayton was lying on the ground.

Next to...my mother?

"You monster!" I screamed in tears.

There's no one left that I cage about.

Ryder.
Monet.
Clayton.
My mother.
Wait...
There is someone.

Finnick.
••dream over••

I woke up in a hot sweat.
Was Finnick gonna die?
In the dream, of coarse.

It was time to walk to the Cornucopia. I took a deep breath. Dirty, I ate a couple of dried fruit and the rest of a squirrel, then I drank some water out of a container Ryder gave me.

He wanted me to win:
"I want you to win, Brook."

Monet wanted me to win:
"You have to win."

My mom wanted me to win:
"I love you, honey. You can win."

Clayton wanted me to win:
"U can win this! I believe in you!"

And last...
Finnick wanted me to win.
No.
Finnick needed me to win.
"You have to win! Promise me!"

I looked at both my necklaces and sighed.

I jumped out of the tree and looked around before running as fast as I could to the Cornucopia.
I climbed to the top and stood there, sharpening my knives.

I then heard a voice. A deep, raspy voice that I've heard before. But only in shouts.

"Brooklynn! Is that your name?"
Rex asked in a cocky tone.

"Yeah. You couldn't learn that when you were trying to hunt me down?" I mocked.

He chuckled, furiously.
"What kind of name is Brooklynn, anyway?"

I scoffed.
"A kind that's better than yours. What kind of name is Rex?
What? Did your mom marry a
T-Rex or something?"
I fake gasped. "Maybe that's where you got your cocky humor! And the name too." I stifled a laugh.

"Well...Brooklynn. I see we're both here. It's time to finish this off, isn't it?" He jumped onto the Cornucopia and I threw a knife had his foot.

"Shit!" He screamed, pulling the knife out of his foot.

I gasped. "Profanity!" I said in a fake tone.

He chuckled madly.
"You went too far girl."

I cocked an eyebrow.
"Not far enough."

I held a trident in my right hand and my left hand was gripping the knife belt.

My bow and arrows were lying an inch in front of him.

Crap!

He grabbed them.

"Thanks for the weapon..I see your boyfriend sent you a trident. Why? Cause you couldn't win without it? You still don't have a chance. Anyway, what's his name? Your boyfriend? Um...Fishstick Ohair, right?"

I gritted my teeth.
"One. His name is Finnick Odair.
I figured you weren't smart enough to know.
And two. He's NOT my boyfriend!"

I gripped the knife in my hand and threw it at his other foot.

"Ugh!" He pulled it out again, throwing it to the side. I dove down to grab both, sticking them in my belt.

"Do you not see what the games have don't to us?!"

I cocked an eyebrow.

"They changed us. They transformed us to once innocent sweet kids to ice cold killers...monsters. You win this...that means you killed everybody. If I win, that means i killed everybody. And that goes for the ones you didn't through an arrow or knife through. You killed your friend. What was her name? Monet? You killed your tribute partner. 'You didn't mean to', sure, but...you did."

            ••FLASHBACK••
It was Monet. Monet was standing under me as I was up in the tree.

"Why Brook? Why kill me?"
She asked.

I teared up.
"I...i didn't kill you."

"Yes. You did. If you win the games, that can only mean one thing. You killed them all! You're the reason everyone is dead! You're the reason I'm dead! You're the reason Ryder is gonna die!"
      ••FLASHBACK OVER••

I scowled at him.

"You know what the games are?"

I gritted my teeth.
"What, Rex? What are the games?"
I asked in a fake, cocky tone.

"Poison. The games are poison."