"Excuse me?"
I can't believe what I'm hearing.
"You're the one who fell over. If I hadn't helped you up, that girl would have killed you!"
She shakes her head sadly.
" That kind of sentiment never bodes well in the games. I've only spoken to you for five seconds but I'm already regretting your untimely death. And yes, you are going to die. The only reason I haven't killed you yet is because I owe you one."
She glares at me. I glare back. She's tall, one of the older tributes. Her eyes are the greenish brown of the river that runs through seven and eight. After a few minutes of glaring, i notice she's trying not to cry. She walks away, angrily. But I follow. I don't care if it's suicide. I'm gonna die sometime, right? Knowing me, it will be soon.
Suddenly, a cannon fires. And again. The girl stops and so do I. for a while, we just listen to the cannon fire. 12 times. Half the competition gone already.
"What's wrong? What's up with you? We'd have a better chance of one of us surviving if we form an alliance."
"You want to know whats up with me?!"
She turns back to me angrily, tears streaming down her face.
"I can't do this. I can't kill. I was supposed to get married in a few months. All I want is to go home, pretend this was some awful dream, and not have to worry. I'm worrying for two already, without you being involved. Shit, now I look weak, and it's all YOUR fault."
She pats her stomach and I realize.
"You don't have to worry about me."
I say, suddenly braver.
"I'll make sure you go home again. Somehow. I mean..."
"Oh how sweet. Look shorty, I can't be bothered to argue with you anymore. If we're an alliance, we better find a base."