First Hunger Games fanfiction ever. Be nice okay? :)) Comments, reviews suggestions are welcome! ^_^
*I DO NOT OWN HUNGER GAMES!
I have to get away from here.
As soon as I see Katniss stumble off into the trees, I turn in the other direction. I can see Cato's back ahead of me, frantically running in the direction of the lake. "You're dead, Mellark!" I hear him scream over his shoulder. Then he disappears into the forest. He must be wanting to get back to camp before he collapses from the venom. Good. That gives me a little time to try and get away.
I bolt to the right. This way should take me further into the woods, to a place I can find shelter and water. I've got to hurry. The sting behind my ear is swelling. I feel a sharp prick of pain on my arm. Two seconds later I feel another on my leg. The tracker jackers must still be pursuing me. I'm running out of time.
I tear through the foliage, pushing aside branches and trampling over the underbrush, acquiring cuts and scratches all over my hands and arms and face. The woods begin to spin, but I keep going. I can't stop. I can't. I get another thirty feet before I stumble. My foot catches on a root and I fall to my knees. My vision is swimming, but somehow I'm able to get back to my feet and keep running. How long is it supposed to be until the hallucinations begin? I barely have time to wonder before I hear a loud buzzing sound right next to me. I swat at the air beside my head. My movements feel slow and clumsy. The world is tipping. I stagger to the right and slam into the trunk of a tree. But I have to keep going. With shaking hands, I push myself upright and take another heavy step. Then another.
The forest around me begins to melt. The trees sink into gloppy piles of mush, and soon the sludge pours over my feet. The stuff is turning a rainbow of colors as I try to kick it off, but it's too sticky. I can't pull my feet out of it. Then it hardens around my ankles. A powerful wind comes out of nowhere and blows the stuff away like it was sand. I wrap my arms around myself and try to fight against it. The poison is working. My thoughts are becoming muddy and confused. I fight to keep a clear head, to hang onto my sanity. I have to get away from here.
I take another few wobbly steps, but I don't move forward. What is happening to me? My head is spinning so badly. I watch as the trees begin shooting back out of the ground. The trunks are a variety of colors, from sparkly gold to neon green to hot pink. There are birds perched on the branches. In unison, they all open their beaks and give a deafening shriek. My hands fly up to my ears, but I can't muffle the sound. It pierces through my head and rattles my brain. It's so loud that I can't hear myself screaming, though I'm sure that I am. And then, suddenly, the birds crumple up like wads of paper and fall to the ground. My surroundings fall silent again.
Though my brain feels like it's spinning inside my skull, I can think of nothing except getting out of this horrible place. My mind hazy with venom, my body racked with pain, I stumbled forward.
There's a blinding flash of light. As soon as it clears, the forest returns to normal. Except, this time, my face is in the underbrush and there are rocks digging into the side of my head. I have to get up. But I can't make myself move. I try curling my fingers, but my hand doesn't respond.
The next second, I'm falling. The forest floor caves inward and I'm suspended in the air, plummeting into a swirling black pit. The last sane thought in my head is: I hope Katniss got away safely. I hope she's all right...
Then the horrors begin.