A dry crackling sound fills the woods, the fresh smell of pines and dead leaves fills my nose. There coming. I come to that realization a millisecond too late. Glimmer and Marvel come first like always, Marvels ginger hair brushed back his eyes creepier than when he was alive. I push away in terror as the rest of the pack follows, Rue appears in the treetops slinging sharp razor edged rocks at me. I scream twisting around. The girl from five tackles me her hair tied up in fox-ear braids. I scream as we tumble down a steep hill. I lose her once I crash into a hefty sharp tipped rock, my back screams with pain as I crash into the water.
Crustal grabs me by my freckled throat her warm brown eyes turning into unwelcoming dark and gloomy pools of darkness. I cry out pushing her and the boy from her district away from me. I swim out of the bank as the tributes from nine jump towards me the girl's hair sits tied back her eyes evil and sinister. They pull out evil looking swords swinging them devilishly. I let out an agonized cry as I dodge them. The tributes from seven are the next ones to come, there axes make the most sharp metallic sounds as they swing it at my quick body.
I tumble out the way rolling into a tall ash blonde boy. He turns to look at me. "Katniss!" He stands up moving from me. I push myself against a hard tree watching him back up. "Here she is." He says. "I found her!" He yells. I watch a beautiful girl march from the woods her hair long waves of flame her face stellar and soft. She raises her weapon, a bow and arrow. I watch as she loads it up. "I found Clove." Peeta finalizes. Katniss lets the arrow fly.
I cry out loudly opening my eyes to morning. Fresh tears fall across my face as I feel the deep embrace. Cato holds me close. "It's okay." He soothes wrapping his arms around me. I cringe in his grip. Every night they had token turns killing me, the tributes from my games.
It had started with Glimmer and Marvel, they had speared me to death, and then the tributes from three electrocuted me next. It seemed whichever district we had traveled to their fallen tributes attacked me the night before. I had even been killed by Thresh and Rue last night.
I hated having to be away from my sister so long, but after tonight, I could go home, and be by her side forever. "It's almost over." Cato assures, hugging me tightly. Cinna had ordered for me to meet him in the trains viewing area early this morning. We hadn't really had to talk about how I should handle going in front of the people's I've killed families, I just kind of winged it. But district twelve was different. Sure we were all exited over it being our last day on the victory tour, but the fact that I hadn't killed theses tributes had made it different from every other district two victor.
Cato holds the pin Katniss had given me in between his fingers. "Are you wearing it today?" He asks. My thoughts trail back to that last night in the arena, when I held the bleeding girl, crying my eyes out. I remember her bloody fingers closing over mines, pressing the cool metal into my hand. I had worn the pin to every district. Most of the time I said nothing and let Cato talk, most of his sentences began with, 'Clove and I', and small things that made you feel better but didn't really count as a speech. "If I think I can without crying." I say running my fingers across the light blue sheets of the highly fabricated bed, made by district four.
"I heard crying." Brutus enters the room without knocking. I sit up. "Another bad dream." I say, pulling myself onto the soft carpet. Is Cinna up yet?" I ask. Brutus cocks his head his light eyes on my face. "He wants you in the observation cart." Brutus informs. I give Cato a quick kiss before reeling across the soft room.
"You look lovely." Cinna assures touching one of my soft curls in between his fingers. I turn to the mirror, looking at the angel that stands in front of me. Cinna places his soft hands on my shoulders. I recognize the dress faintly. "Where did you get this?" I ask. Cinna moves away. "It was based off of Katniss's reaping dress." He informs me. I close my mouth softly, looking in the mirror.
He takes my freshly cleansed pin from the small table that lies near the wall. "You think you can wear it?" He asks as he pushes the small gold needle across the soft fabric. I nod. "For her." I say softly. Cinna smiles. "Knowing me, I had to give it a little, uh- well why don't you just spin?" He smiles. I smile holding out my newly un-freckled arms like wings, spinning softly. A small fire creeps up the short dress, the ashes become a beautiful crinkly fabric, which shines lightly. Small amber coals fly around me moving lightly. I smile. "Beautiful." I say. Cinna pats me.
A/N Boy are you guys in for it this book! If you haven't read my first book in the series, I advise you to, I'm not really one to go back and explain things. For those of you that already read the first book, welcome back, this one might or might not be as long, I have a keen sense for little details, so most of my stories run long, I even typed through an earth quake yesterday and didn't notice, we get a lot of cold winds pushed down here, but other than that it's like always spring, but… yeah, I painted the cover picture myself, I update allot when I'm into something, and I always listen to the hunger games theatrical music while writing, thanks for reading