#jamie9

The two tributes walked over to their silver pick axes. They both stare at each other, waiting for the other to make the first move.

Oliver is first and as he tries to run towards Jamie, he was wincing in pain as he drags his left side despite the pain. He reaches Jamie and Jamie smashes his pick axe into Oliver right leg.

Oliver starts slashing at Jamie’s chest and left arm but manages to cause a bad cut over Jamie’s left eye, which is now pouring blood.

Jamie wipes his own blood away and then hit Oliver in the head with the handle of his pick axe, causing Oliver to collapse on the floor.

“Why are you doing this?” Oliver shouts, “I saved you! You’d be dead now if it wasn’t for me!”

Jamie stops for a moment, “I know, and I’ll take that debt with me, back to district nine.”

Oliver swings at Jamie’s legs and it gets him. Oliver’s pick axe is stuck in Jamie’s left leg and as Oliver attempts to pull the pick axe out of the other tributes leg, Jamie screams in pain and tries to walk away but Oliver pulls back, ripping Jamie’s leg.

Jamie throws his axe Oliver, that pierces his shoulder. As he tries to move, the pick axe holds him to the ground. If he moves, he knows that his arm would possibly come off, so he starts to panic, trying to lift the axe from the frozen ground.

Oliver manages to grab a rock and hits it on Jamie’s skull. Jamie falls to the ground still but no cannons have gone off.

Ten minutes have gone and Oliver manages to pull out the pickaxe but results in vomiting when he can see the state that it has left him in.

He walks over to Jamie only for his leg to give out at the last moment. He swears as he sits on the ground, waiting for the cannon. He hears rustling and as he turns around, he can see Jamie standing above him.

“Oliver, mate, I’m really sorry about this,” Jamie says as he pulls the other pickaxe away from Oliver.

Jamie pushes the pickaxe through Oliver’s left shoulder, his only good shoulder which pins him to the ground.

“Jamie, I saved you!” Oliver screams.

“I know, that was a nice thing you did there, but there has to be one winner and my district needs it more than yours. You’ve been a great player, sorry.” Jamie says as he swings his pickaxe into Oliver’s skull.

The cannon fires and the last tribute remains.

The camera zooms on Jamie’s face and light catches a single tear that falls down his check.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, I am proud to announce that Jamie Spicer Lewis from District nine has won the annual twelfth hunger games.” Claudias Templesmiths voice booms over the arena and Jamie is pulled up onto the hovercraft. 

You each have a silver pick axe with your district number on.

After another three tributes had fallen, the crowds eagerly gathered around their screens to see who the next victor of the hunger games was and there were two tributes that had caught their eyes. Dallas from district seven and Oliver from district one had become the most betted tributes to win which no surprise because of their private training scores.

Jamie is trying to swim away across to the snowy mountains and when he takes a moment to look back, he can see that the district seven tribute, Dallas, is not ready to leave him alone.  

Jamie makes it onto the shore, but is quite tired from the quick swim and takes a moment to rest while Dallas climbs up, without a sweat.

Jamie starts to panic and blocks Dallas’s attacks with his mace but Dallas quickly plunges a knife into his left arm. Jamie screams in pain as Dallas twists the knife around, causing Jamie to start to cry a little. Dallas wrestled Jamie for a little bit before resorting to using his fists.

“Dallas!” Oliver shouts

Dallas delivers another hard blow to Jamie’s face, causing Jamie to stay there, lying on the frozen ground.

Dallas turns around to face Oliver, knife in hand.

“So today’s the day you want to settle the score?” Dallas says with a cocky grin.

Oliver nods, “Nice knife, where’s your pretty little axe? Loose that to the mutts?”

“Better than avoiding the fight,” Dallas laughs.

Oliver throws one of his poisoned darts but it misses by a long shot and almost gets Jamie. He runs at Dallas but since he only had two darts and a small blade at the ready, he snaps of the darts with his blade and tips the liquid over the blade. Anyone who even had a scratch with this would suffer which was his plan.

Dallas comes at Oliver one more time and Oliver missteps and Dallas quickly smashes a rock hard into his leg. Dallas keeps on hitting and Oliver can hear a horrible snapping sound. Pain jolts up the entire left side of his body and Dallas just laughs.

“It’s almost over,” Dallas grins, raising his dagger.

The Cannon fires.

Dallas falls to the ground next to Oliver, revealing Jamie standing there, his bloody mace raised.

“Help me up, he would have killed you if I hadn’t of helped.” Oliver says and Jamie responds by doing exactly what he says.

Oliver nods over at Dallas, “He was a good tribute, I would have thought that he would have won.