It'll Be Alright (Tony X Reader)

Six

You could see boys and girls from each district, some eyes held fear, some determination, and even some excitement.

Five

Killian from district 3 had his eyes on you. You could tell he had wanted to kill you from the very start.

Four

Harley, the little boy who had been watching you during training was looking straight at the woods, you couldn't read his face.

Three

The cornucopia was overflowed with weapons. The bow in you line of view. You leaned forward, but being careful not to step off. Here is where you came to die.

Two

Tony caught your eye. He shook his head, he actually had listened to what Phil had to say. That bow may be your survival.

One

You dashed forwards, scooping up a orange backpack. Knives were thrown at your feet, all of them missed.

You managed to bypass the gruesome fighting. Dashing into the woods, you collided with Jane from district 5, the both of you went crashing to the ground.

You jumped back up and scanned over her, she didn't have any weapons, just a backpack. She looked at you with fear in her eyes, you didn't want to kill her.

Upon hearing multiple footsteps approaching, you both ran in separate directions.

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Everyday was a nightmare. You knew you always hated the games, this just enforced your point. Everyone wanted a piece of you.

The few remaining tributes were all searching for you. They knew you were weak at the moment.

How could you not be? Harley from district 9 died in your arms yesterday.

You needed to find Tony.

You tool an hour to mentally prepare yourself, and to gather supplies before setting out.

Tony was smart, he would be by a water source.

So you took the long trek all the way across the other side of the arena, killing one tribute in the process.

You were doubting your plan when you had finished searching the area. You knew Tony was alive, you ha been paying attention to the skies.

Something wrapped around you ankle, you kicked it off and quickly grabbed an arrow from your quiver, loading your bow and whipping around in record time.

"(Name)?" Tony asked with his hands above his head.

You dropped your bow on the ground and ran into his arms.

"Thank god."

His arms locked around your body and he kissed your hair.

It would be alright, somehow, someway, you would find a way to make it alright.