Fan Fiction (Shorts)

Haymitch’s Stunt

The 50th Hunger games marked the beginning of the end of his life.

Haymitch Abernathy, who was recently thrown into an arena where he had to fight for his life, celebrated his 16 birthday on top of a tree. Without candles to blow out this year, Haymitch thought of home. He briefly thought of his mother, his younger brother and his girlfriend, all watching him on television, praying that he will survive.

That night, the sky was empty and bare. There were no stars, and not even a moon. But at the sound of the canon, Maysilee Donner, his fellow District 12 tribute’s face was projected into the sky. She was dead now.

Earlier that day, they decided to break their alliance because they could not bring themselves to kill each other, but now Haymitch didn’t have to worry about that anymore.

Haymitch hugged himself as the night grew colder. He hoped that they wouldn’t throw in a blizzard as he wanted to get some sleep. There were only a few of them left so it wont be long till he would have to kill another, and without sleep, he’ll just be walking into death itself.

Haymitch shut his eyes and before his body could actually rest, he was forced to open them again as that early morning was as bright as noon and as hot as summer. Haymitch grunted as he jumped down the tree and landed into a mud pile.

The soil felt wet and slippery, as though it had just rained. But Haymitch knew better. What were the game masters up to now?

Haymitch quickly but carefully made his way through the jungle, but the mud did its job at slowing him down. He wished this was all they would do to him today, but he was wrong. The sky started turning dark and dark clouds started to form. Before he could make a sarcastic remark about the weather, it started raining cats and dogs.

The rain fell so heavily that Haymitch decided to climb up the nearest tree. It was then that the canon blasted again. The face of a young girl, barely above the age of 12, was projected into the sky. Death at such a young age; she barely lived her life, and Haymitch felt sorry for her.

But in the midst of it all, it suddenly dawned on him that the only tributes left was the red head girl from district 7 and him. It was time to end the game and the time was now when an arrow flew across him, narrowly missing his head.

Haymitch quickly jumped off the tree. And as he landed on the muddy grown, he began to run. He slipped and fell a couple of times, but he managed to pick himself up and kept going. Hot on his heels, was the red head girl, who was constantly shooting arrows at him.

Haymitch thought he could get away, but one wrong turn led him straight to a cliff with no where else to run. He had a crazy idea of jumping but when he looked down and saw only a thick mist, he decided not to.

The read head girl finally came out of the forest. She now held an axe in her hand as she slowly walked towards him. When Haymitch backed away from her, he slipped. Managing to catch a hold of a tree branch, Haymitch stumbled to regain footing. But as he did so, the pebbles he kicked down the cliff made zapping sounds, one of which came flying back up and knocking him in the head.

“What is down there?” Haymitch muttered to himself.

“Any last words?” the red head girl asked, drawing his attention back to her.

Haymitch gulped as she tightened her grip on the axe. And before he could blink, she threw it directly at him. Haymitch quickly dropped to his knees as the axe flew pass his head and down the cliff. And with a deafening zap, the axe came flying back, straight towards the red head girl.

Confused, she was too slow to dodge the axe as it flew right at her head and stucked itself in her skull. With her eyes wide open, blood gushed like a broken dam, making streams of blood all over her face. Just as she hit the grown, a canon was fired and the game was over.

“It’s over,”Haymitch said, trying to convince himself. But there was this sinking feeling that it never would be. Because the Hunger Games will never be over. And every year, only one will survive.

This year, he was just that lucky one.

41 thoughts on “Haymitch’s Stunt”

  1. I am such a sucker Hunger Games fanfic, and even if I weren’t, I’d still love this. I love how you depict Haymitch’s resignation to the terms of the game, with details about he and Maysilee breaking their pact, and him reflecting upon her death that he wouldn’t have to kill her but then hugging himself to sleep, feeling sorry for the dead 12 year old. Great job weaving together humanity in such inhuman circumstances. I find it really realistic and well done. Also, good job relating his thoughts through 3rd person narration. And this “but the mud did its job at slowing him down” what a great way to show how everything was working against him. It’s not just the Capitol or the Gamemakers, but the whole environment itself. What a superb detail. And that penultimate paragraph, it packed quite the punch. Very well done. Thanks for sharing!

    1. Thank you so much for your feedback 🙂 I’m glad I managed to do justice to the character. Honestly, it has been a long time since I read the books. Even when I wrote this, it was around two years after I finished the last book.

  2. Oh wow! I’m a fan of Hunger Games too! Didn’t know you were also doing those! Nice nice! 😀

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