A/N-Thank you so much for reviewing, Shooting For the Moon. This chapter, I know for a fact, is a bit off of the book. I'm sorry.
Disclaimer-Nope. I don't own em. I'd love to, though.
Anya Winston, District 8
She can imagine her mentor screaming at her. Making a fire wasn't part of the plan. She had been told to stick to the plan, no matter what.
But it's so cold here. If she ever gets out, she's sure Janet will understand.
She huddles closer. The forest is scary at night. With all the animals and noises and no light-the absence of light was the worst. Anya liked having a clear-cut plan, being able to see exactly what needed to be done.
A crackle of sticks. Someone is definitely there. Maybe more than one person. How could they have known where she was?
"It's unfortunate we have to kill you. You're actually marginally pretty."
The boy from District 1 walks up, followed by both of the tributes from 2. Anya's eyes flit to the nearest gap in the trees.
"Nuh-uh. You're not going anywhere." The girl from 1 comes from between the trees. Her beautiful eyes reflect the firelight perfectly.
There is another rustle behind her. Another Career, no doubt.
And Anya doesn't even have a weapon.
Think. Was there a part of the plan for this? I'm so outnumbered.
The only thing she can do is run. But she doesn't get very far. Both of her arms are grabbed, and she is forced to the ground.
"Please…please, don't. Please don't kill me."
The knife enters her back. Anya screams in pain. It wasn't how she wanted to die.
The Careers do a quick search, grumbling about how she didn't have anything worth taking.
"Better get out so they can get the body before it starts stinking." That's the large boy, the one from 2.
Please, just go away…
And mercifully, they do.
She lies on the ground for a moment, unable to believe her luck. She is deliriously happy.
But not for long. That Peeta boy has come back. With a sorrowful look on his face, he drives the knife deeper, instantly extinguishing any hope Anya had left.