《INFINITY, peeta mellark ✔️》vi. the broken one
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the furthest thing from a strong competitor. Not only does her serious lack of fight training show this but so does her training score. The first year she went in, the young girl was given the score of five – quite low for that of a District Four tribute. Most people saw it as a sure sign she would be one to die in the cornucopia, herself included. However, it didn't happen that way, obviously. Elena Rogers was the girl who somehow managed to defy all the odds and emerge victorious. She highly doubts she'll be able to do it again.
So, as she stands in the room, she takes a deep breath. The Gamemakers are watching her from above, slightly interested in what she will do. Elena grabs some equipment and simply makes some basic lures for fishing, simply because she could honestly care less what training score she gets, they don't really mean much especially in these Games. They've seen all of them and what they can do before, they already know what they're capable of.
Her hands are rather shaky due to the slight amount of nerves that has arisen within her, mostly because there are people watching her. Attention is never something she has enjoyed, from the moment she was a little girl to now. Hence why the lead up to her Games was horrendous to her, on top of the whole walking into her death thing.
By the time she's done, the lures are looking somewhat good — nowhere near as good as the ones her brother used to make at home. She looks to the game makers and gives them a slight nod before fleeing the room rather quickly. Elena doesn't bother to make eye contact with anybody as she walks by, the other tributes watching as she leaves the room. Finnick had gone in before her and so he was more than likely already back at their floor.
She enters the elevator and allows it to take her back up to her floor, Finnick and Mags already sitting with each other at the table. The man sends her a sweet smile and she returns a small one, moving to sit down beside him so that she can be included in their conversation.
"How'd it go?" Finnick asks his partner who shrugs her shoulders. "Didn't show them too much, did you?"
"Not that I have much to show them, but no I didn't. Just made some lures so that they could see I can do something," Elena responds as food starts to be served. She grabs a plate and grabs some of the luxurious goods, eating the food slowly.
The three of them eat in a comfortable silence, enjoying the calm atmosphere that is currently surrounding them. They know that in a few days, any type of calm will be eliminated entirely, people will die and Elena knows she will more than likely be one of them. She's come to accept it, no matter how much it makes her want to break down and cry.
Later that evening, Elena lays in her bed with her eyes closed and her breathing uneven. Her hands are twitching and small whimpers escape her lips every few seconds as she's thrown back into memories of the worst few weeks of her life. Images of those who were killed, those who she killed, flash before her eyes.
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Elena looks to Everett as the two of them huddle in the small building that was amongst the ruined city. The boy has his arm around her shoulder as thunder clashes above them, the storm causing her to jump every few moments. They had made it to the end, mostly. There are currently five of them still within this arena and both of them know, that eventually one of them will have to die. However, they're refusing to acknowledge that at this time.
"Do you think they're near?" Elena asks her District partner who looks at her with an almost saddening expression. "I don't want to die, Everett but I don't want you to die either,"
"We'll be fine, okay? Don't worry about that now. I'm going to take care of you," Everett promises with a small smile. "I promise,"
"Thank you,"
The storm eventually dies off and the two of them decide to move on, it's not a good thing to stay in the same place for too long. Elena and Everett have their hands locked together as they leave the building, coming to a quick holt when they see what's going on outside. The bigger boy from District two is using a brick to kill one of the other male tributes, smashing his skull. Elena's eyes widen as she shrinks more into Everett's side.
The canon sounds and they know the poor boy is dead, a horrible way to die. As the other boy looks up, he spots the tributes from District Four and begins to make his way over to them.
Everett pushes them blonde behind him as he takes a knife from his pocket and begins to fight with the boy. The knife slashes his wrist, causing the brick to tumble to the floor loudly. However, Everett is overpowered and thrown to the ground, the boy turning his attention to the timid girl who looks like a deer in the headlights. He stalks forward, leaning down to pick up the brick as his eyes stay on her.
She fumbles backwards, tripping over some of the rubble on the floor as he gets closer. She falls and he stands over her, ready to strike her when the boy suddenly starts to cough, falling flat in front of her. Elena notices the knife in his back and Everett standing there. She breathes a sigh of relief as he helps her to his feet. They hear the canon and decide to move on again, not knowing where the other tribute will come from.
"Come on, Elle. You're okay," Everett assures as he notices the frightened expression on her face. "We're going to be fine,"
Elena nods her head as they walk beside one another. He can feel the shakiness of her hand, opting to lift their connected hands up, pressing a kiss to her skin in order to assure her. She manages a small smile before it quickly fades, Everett's gaze following her own. Before she can even react, he has pushed her away.
"No!" Elena yells as Everett stands there, a spear through his stomach. "Everett!"
"L-Lena. W-watch out," he manages to stutter as the front of his shirt slowly becomes smothered in his blood.
Elena looks to the girl who is now rushing over, managing to side step as she goes to attack. Elena, once again, tumbles to the ground beside Everett who is still barely conscious. The girl stands over her menacingly, a sick smirk plastered on her face as she fiddles with the knife in her hand.
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"You're dead, four," Her voice is full of malice and threat.
Elena desperately tries to scramble away, the palms of her hands becoming littered with scratches and grazes. She winces when a piece of glass pierced her skin, the blood seeping down her hand. The girl is still advancing, ready to win the Games by spilling her blood.
Elena diverts her eyes to Everett and sees one of his knives laying beside him, beginning to move faster so she can grab it. As she manages to grasp it, the other tribute turns her over and goes to press the knife to her throat when Elena lifts her arm up aggressively. The girl's breath hitches as the blade breaks through her skin.
Elena pushes her away and allows a tear to fall from her eye, whispering a quick sorry to the girl she'd killed before moving over to Everett. He's barely breathing, his eyes wide open as she holds his hands.
"Please don't leave me," Elena whispers, her voice cracking. "Please,"
"I'm sorry," Everett replies to her, pain evident in his tone. "You'll be okay. I told you I'd take care of you. Now you can live,"
"No. No. No!" She exclaims as she leans down, pressing her forehead against his. Slowly, but gently, she presses their lips together as a goodbye — the first kiss she had gotten the courage to initiate herself. "Please. I-I love you,"
"And I love you," he manages to reply before his breathing ceases. The blonde lets out a loud, pain filled screech as the canon fires, lifting his body as much as she can in order to hug him to her body.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the victor of the 73rd Hunger Games, Elena Rogers,"
She awakes with a loud screech, her entire body shaking with sobs. It's not long before the door flies open and Finnick rushes over to her side. She latches onto him almost instantly, crying into his shoulder. He doesn't have to ask, obviously knowing what her nightmares are about.
"It's my fault. It's my fault!" She manages to say between the loud sobs. "I killed Everett,"
"No it's not. It's not," Finnick tries to assure but she just keeps going. He shuts his eyes and holds her to him, simply trying to provide her some comfort just by being there. "You didn't kill him,"
"I did. I did. I'm the reason his parents lost their son, they probably hate me. Their son should have come home to them,"
"And what about Jace? Don't forget about your brother who loves you more than anything. Imagine how he would feel if you were gone,"
"All I've done since I got him is burden him, Finn. That's all I've done,"
"You have no idea how wrong you are,"
The girl doesn't speak again, simply letting the tears side down the sides of her face. I'm so broken. Why am I so broken?
She struggles to sleep that night, Finnick holding her as he falls asleep himself. She simply just enjoys his company, finding comfort in one of the only people she trusts. Gently, she manages to pry herself from his grasp,
leaving the room and heading up to the room where she had been many times.
Elena stops in her tracks when she sees the same boy sitting there, not wanting to disturb his obvious thinking time. However, the boy seems to hear her and offers a weaker smile, gesturing for her to take a seat if she wishes. Elena sits down beside him and stares out at the city.
"Rough night?" Peeta asks her and Elena let's out a small sigh, nodding her head as she rests her chin on her arms. "I feel that,"
"Just nightmares. I can't get rid of them, it's like some sick joke," Elena mumbles and Peeta seems to agree with her. "I don't think they ever actually go away,"
"I don't think so either," Peeta responds.
"I saw your training scores. You and Katniss must have done something amazing to get twelves," Elena says, now wanting to change the subject from her troubles and instead focus on something else. Her comment causes a small chuckle to leave his lips.
"Furthest thing from it. They did it to paint a target on our backs. Did you use your camouflage skills?" Peeta asks when he remembers her score of eight, a smile pulling at the end of his lips.
"No, it wouldn't have been good enough to get that. I just did some basic fishing lures, an eight was probably too high," She responds.
"I think your camouflage was exceptional for somebody who has never done it before. Don't doubt yourself,"
She turns to look at him, her eyes connecting with his as she takes in his compliment. Elena has ever had somebody she barely knows speak so nicely to her, never so encouraging anyway. For the first time, Peeta witnessed a full blown, genuinely happy smile and he can't help but notice the way her whole face lights up as a result. It's enough to bring another smile to his own face.
"Thanks Peeta," Her voice is quiet and yet the loudest he's probably ever heard, the slightest ounce of confidence in her tone. "I should probably go back before Finnick freaks out,"
"I'll see you tomorrow?"
Elena's mind starts to what is in store for them tomorrow, the interviews. She despised it the first time round, who knows how she will handle it this time. Nonetheless, she nods before leaving him on his lonesome. When she reaches her room once again, Finnick is still asleep on her bed, small snores echoing around the room. She smiles gently and crawls in beside him, curling into his side as she allows herself to drift off again.
Sorry this was kind of boring? I just wanted to add bits about her life previous to when the story started — more flashbacks will more than likely pop up throughout the rest of the book, especially those involving people she cares about most. Thank you for reading!
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