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As soon as I had seen him, he disappeared. Where he was standing, I saw a tent package just lying in the wooden cornucopia and no one was around or so it seemed. "You want to go for it, Britta?" I asked her.
"Sure," she replied with a flip of her hair. She leaped from stone to stone, landing perfectly in the center. After she had picked her way to the bottom she waited. Katti was flying over her threatening to swoop at any moment. Then she looked higher and spotted a better prize.
She swooped at me. Using her bow, she somehow shot me in my arm. She smiled as a response. "I kill you." she told me in a weird cackling voice.
I have never been so happy to see a beautiful girl scream and shoot arrows randomly in my whole life. Britta somehow shot Katti in her wing and blood sprayed out. It oozed onto the rocks and slid down like water. Also have I never been so happy to see someone dying. "Thanks Britta," I moaned. A cannon shot, and I was grateful that it wasn't mine. I slowly dragged myself over to Katti and pull her arrows out of her quiver and stuck them into mine.
"Your welcome, good thing she saw me first, or you would have been District meat!" she exclaimed.
"I think we should set up a camp here for tonight." I decided. Once again I got out my pen and notebook.
Day 2
Britta and I form alliances. Poison cacti everywhere. I am starting to hallucinate from heat. Food needed. By morning will head back to tunnel and get water.
Dead
Arnott- me
Katti- Britta
Another cannon fires. I don't know who it is though. Then the anthem plays. I'll find out soon enough I think. A picture of Katti appears in the sky. Then a picture of... am I imagining things? I saw a picture of Northrop shine bright and clear in the night sky. Blood running down my arm reminded me that I need to do something. I grabbed my bag and knife (yes she brought it with her). Using my knife I cut of a square pattern slightly bigger than my wound. I take the arrow out and then put the piece of material over the injury.
Dead
Arnott- me
Katti- Britta
Northrop- ?
I write in shaky hand-writing. I don't love him, I remind myself, he tried to kill me! Even after that tears streamed down my face. I remember an old song my mother sang to me. (I don't own this song!)
I remember tears streaming down your face when I said I'd never let you go
When all those shadows almost killed your light.
I remember you said don't leave me here alone
I said I wouldn't cause all that's past and gone tonight.
Just close your eyes,
the sun is going down.
You'll be alright
no one can hurt you now.
Come morning light,
and you and I'll be safe and sound.
Don't you dare look out your window darling everything's on fire.
war outside our door keeps raging on.
Hold on to this lullaby
Even when the music is gone
Gone
Just close your eyes,
the sun is going down.
You'll be alright
no one can hurt you now.
Come morning light,
and you and I'll be safe and sound.
This song was an exact replica of what was going on right now. I felt like I was dying. War is raging on in this arena right this second. I can die. But in the morning light I may not be safe and sound. Britta walked over to me and started brushing my hair with her fingers. I felt so helpless. Then she started humming the song. I shivered. How many other people know this song? I thought.
Britta lay the piece of bread on a stone beside me. "Eat, you need to if you are going to get better." I nodded my head in thanks and nibbled slowly on the bread. It felt so filling because I was so hungry. My eyes got heavy, and I drifted off to sleep.
I woke up, and Britta was gone. I sat up. She lay spread out in the middle of the cornucopia blood pooled around her. I ran over to her ignoring the pain in my arm. I shook her with my one good hand. A cannon went off. Tears came faster than my thoughts. Then I saw Ulrich Chirkov pointing his bow straight at my heart. "Die, Celestine." he stated.
I made a mental note to myself "Kill Ulrich, get revenge for Northrop and Britta, write about their deaths."