The girl from 9 screams one last time before I plunge my spear into her chest. She falls silent instantly, her cannon firing only moments after her head flops to her side. Five tributes left.
I pull my spear out of the girl's chest and start walking back to the Career camp. We all went after the three non-Career tributes that were still left. I left Ferida back at the camp. Told her I'd get the girl myself. The others have all taken care of their tributes, according to the two cannons I heard as I was chasing the girl from 9. Camp can't be more than ten minutes away, but I take my time as I saunter through the trees. Five tributes left...
I reach the camp after about an hour. It's empty, save for Ferida. She stands from the spot where she has been sitting for the past day. She rushes over to me. "Trey! You're back!" she says with a smile. I instinctively level my still-bloody spear at her. She flinches backwards, stunned for a moment. "Trey...Trey we're allies!" She takes another step towards me.
I drop my spear about an inch.
Ferida. Ferida, who is from District 2, my district. Ferida, who goes to the same school as me, who is in my class. Ferida, who lives in my neighborhood, who's father works in the same factory as mine.
As I drop my spear another inch, this same Ferida takes the opportunity to yank the knife that she has hidden from the strap on her back. This same Ferida rushes at me with a shrill cry, just as I knew she would. My spear pops back up, and this same Ferida impales herself on it, running herself through until her face is close enough to mine that we could kiss. She stops just short of my lips. Her cry cuts off. She drops her knife.
And we stare at each other.
Her mouth remains open, her eyes remain locked onto mine. It seems like an eternity before she speaks.
"Y-you...were my f-friend..." she gasps.
A trickle of blood pours out of her mouth, running down her chin like a strand of fine silk. She reaches up with one hand to stroke the side of my face. I can tell from the way she drags her hand down my cheek as if a heavy weight is attached to it that she's almost gone.
I let go of the spear, and she drops to her knees. Her eyes still gaze up at me. I watch as they slowly are drained of life. And I watch as she falls to her side, and dies. A cannon fires.
Four tributes left...