I shiver. Hiding from Katniss has to be the most difficult thing I've had to do. At first, I thought that the alliance was a good idea. Then I met the Careers. Glimmer may be dead, but Cato and Clove are really ready to put this Game down as the bloodiest Hunger Games ever.
A cannon booms in the distance. I wonder vaguely who is dead. I hope Katniss didn't die so soon. Maybe it was Peeta, or maybe Thresh…
No, I think to myself, Thresh can't be dead. He's a better fighter than you, and you've made it this far.
I alone know where Thresh has been hiding. There is a field of grain, here in the arena, and it's probably where he gets his food.
Suddenly, in the mid-darkness, the anthem begins playing. The seal appears over the trees. I look to the sky. Thank goodness it's not Thresh. It's the boy from District Three. It is not surprising, truthfully. After Katniss and I blew up the supplies, I assumed that Cato would kill the supply guard. The face of the boy from District One shows up as well. Ah, right.
My mind whirls and suddenly I find myself back in the moment where I called to Katniss.
Caught in a net, I struggled to get free. I could see the boy from District One.
"Katniss!" I screamed.
"Rue!" I heard.
I grinned at the boy. She's coming, and you're going to get it.
Instantly, I realized I wasn't his target. Katniss was. He was going to attack her, while she was wounded. I pulled out my small knife.
"Well, buddy, come and get it."
Then, I felt the spear pierce my body. But he was off target. I was supposed to die.
I didn't. I am still alive, and still fighting. I am going to get out of this arena. I don't care what it takes.