Looks like chapter four is finally done! it's all in Thresh's POV! I'm alive! sorry for the wait... I don't own hunger games and it's characters.
I change the bandages on Rue's wrist before I leave for the feast, I've already taken extra precautions to keep that little girl safe while I'm gone, besides, she should be safe from the game makers since the feast will surely be bloody enough. After I've applied clean bandages to her wrist and double checked that she's completely safe I lean down and put my mouth to her ear. "Don't die while I'm away, okay?" with that I gently pat her head then I'm on my to the feast.
When I reach the edge of the field it's still dark, but I'm sure the other tributes are waiting right now just like I am. There's sure to be at least one death today, so I'm hoping the game makers won't attack Rue while we're here at the feast. I make out the shape of the female tribute from district two on the other side of the cornucopia, is it just me, or do district two tributes never bother with camouflage? The sky is dawning and I see the pack marked '11' that must hold the cure for Rue. Quinelle is darting out swiftly, grabbing her pack and disappearing back into the trees. I'm considering lunging in for Rue's cure now, but that girl from twelve is rushing up for the tiny pack marked '12', she's not quick enough though, the girl from two catches her easily. District two tributes are also quite sadistic, I realize as I hear her voice.
"You might have saved your little friend who leaped about in the trees, but is she going to save you now? or do you have lover boy limping though the forest to save your back? you don't have either, do you?"
Little friend who leaped around in trees, that could only be Rue. Before I know what I'm doing I'm hearing the girl from two's skull crack in my head, she tried to kill Rue, she must die, I turn to the girl from twelve. "What's this about you and that little girl?" I demand.
"We teamed... Blew up the supplies..." She isn't stammering but I can tell she's afraid of me, "the boy from one almost killed her... barely got there in time..." So she saved Rue, so she accomplished when I have nearly shock hands with failure. The boy from two, Cato I think, is lunging out into the open, knife in hand; prepared to kill the girl from twelve, and probably me as well. I can tell we're equally matched, if the girl from twelve and I team up I think we can kill him, I glance at her and realize she's thinking the same thing, we take action.
Cato's knife is headed her way when I grab his throat, but he's strong and therefor able to shack me off, but at least I gave the girl a time to get to her feet. She's got her bow loaded and pointed towards Cato in a split second, I realize archery must be her strong point. Cato lungs at me this time, I barely have time to pull out a knife of my own; we collide, his knife hits my shoulder, my knife digs into his back. The pain hits me, I can tell the wound is serious, but not fatal, I also realize that the injury I've inflicted on Cato is worse than what he did to me. The girl from twelve lets her arrow fly, archery is definitely her specialty.
If Cato had moved a fraction of a second later the arrow would have surely kill him, but unfortunately the arrow only grazes his side. His survival was pure luck, he didn't even she the arrow coming, he just happened to move at just the right moment. Another down side is now he's going to attack that girl, she obviously is no match for him in close combat, I need to distance him from her so she might be able to finish him off.
I take aim at his neck, that way I'll kill him if I'm lucky; at the very least I'll manage to lure him away from the girl. He's quicker than he looks, I only leave a scratch on his neck before he turns to face me. I make myself appear to be pushed back by his attacks, but really I'm just giving the girl the distance she needs; both suffering from our earlier injuries, Cato and I quite even, we've both given each other injuries that will need careful treatment. This is taking far too long, I need to get back to Rue; I don't know how much more the venom has spread, for all I know she could be dying at this moment.
Her bow string doesn't make a sound as she releases her arrow, this time she doesn't miss. The cannon fires as Cato's enormous body comes crashing to the ground, covered in blood, sweat and grime. I barely glance at the girl before grab the pack marked eleven and run for the tall grass, back towards Rue. The girl seems equally eager to take her pack and run to wherever she has made camp, but she meets my eyes and nods, signifying that I owe her nothing anymore.
The second I return to Rue I practically rip the pack open, inside is some sort of medicinal cream that must be rue's cure. I swiftly apply the stuff to her wound and bind it with fresh bandages, Rue's breathing eases up and I can tell she's already recovering. I rummage though my supplies and patch myself up, dreading the next time I come face to face with a tribute from twelve.
That's all for now! I'm have trouble continuing this fic from here, so it might be awhile before I update.
I thought I had the end of this fic worked out, but my friend gave me a really good idea for the ending, so I don't know how I'm going to end this one now... if you're going to review I'd like to hear whp would win the games if you were to write the rest of this fic (not that you will). So, tell me if you think the winner should be Foxface, Katniss&Peeta, Rue&Thresh, just Katniss, just Peeta, just Rue, or just Thresh.
Tell me what you thought of this chapter too, please. Thank you so much! ~Tsubame-go