I woke up to my hands tied behind a tree. My instinct told me to get out of here, but it was usless. I had no upper body strength to break free. I looked around, noticing nobody was up yet. The careers always sleep in, they have no reason to be attacked. I found a sharp rock nearby, so I started to circle the tree to get my hands on it. Instantly, I fell over on my side. My hands were twisted up and I had no idea how to get right side up again. First, I tried to put my feet underneath me and push up. That created pain in my ankles. Then, I tried rocking myself in a sway, hoping to get up at the highest point. Fail. I dont know how people in action movies did it, (yes, i watched Indiantsa Bones in District 1 one night) but I was sure not the flexible type. Finally, I just retreated to wait for help.
A few minutes later, the tension in my hands was released. I spun around to see Cato with the rope in his hands. "Get up. Clove thinks she found someone nearby." He beckoned me to follow. Once we were out of the clearing, we met up with the rest of the tributes in the woods. I guess they weren't sleeping.
We walked into the woods for about 10 minutes until I started to see smoke. Cato raised a hand, indicating for the rest of the Careers (and me) to stay behind.
A few sounds of begging and gruesome sounds later, Cato returns. "Why hasn't the cannon gone off?" someone named Glimmer asks.
"I don't know, she will be dead soon enough," Cato replied. A few seconds passed.
"Still haven't heard a cannon."
Cato shoves a knife in my hand. "You know what, you go do it!"
Intimidation forced me to give him a sly grin and approach the girl. I had to be strong if I still wanted to live. Maybe I could show some enthusiasm...
Cato's Point of View
My plan was working. If Loverboy turned his back, that dork from District 3 could sneak up on him. It was all falling into place. The District 3 boy had a knife in his hand, ready to make a kill.
At the last moment, a cannon fired. Loverboy swung back and screamed "I did it!" with the knife still in his hand. The techno dork was in the way of his hands. The knife slashed across his face, leaving a large gash on his cheek. He started screaming like crazy.
Once we got back to camp, we wrapped a bandage across his face. I don't know why the other Careers didn't let him die, we would have to kill him one way or another.
That night, we gave Peecata, whatever his name is, recived a tent. Again, the other careers let him have it. Why did all the tributes this year have to be so stupid? I got a tent to myself since half ot the other careers went out hunting for others. I hope Clove was allright.
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