OKAY, OKAY, OKAY! I KNOW THAT CHAPTER WAS WAAAY TO RUSHED AND NOT ENOUGH DETAIL!!….forgive me?
I know I said that I would post my next chapter in 2010 but I was freaking out last night about my last chapter so I want to make a good chapter J
Stabbed
A course of shivers ran down my back.
It was beginning to get cold, and quickly.
I looked down at my feet which were beginning to lose their warmth, we needed to open those bags.
"Zaynn, come open your bag with me." I muttered.
Zaynn looked away from our fire and looked into my eyes, and if if he were mesmerized he came and stood by me, picking up his neon orange bag.
I retrieved mine from behind me and untied the bow that was holding together the bag.
The first thing I saw was a dark green heavy jacket, resembling as a parka.
It followed with a pair of dark green leather gloves with fur lining the inside and a hat that was made the same way, with the same colour.
I emptied the winter clothing on the ground and dug deeper into the bag looking for a pair of pants, but there were none.
Instead of a pair of pants I found something else. I found a sleeping bag which, of course, was dark green. Everything was made dark green so it would be easier to camouflage.
I turned around to see Zaynn and he was pulling out the exact same clothing, he also had a sleeping bag. But his were a different colour.
His were neon colours. Made to stick out.
His mouth was in a tight line. He was mad.
His jacket was neon pink, his hat was neon blue, his mittens were neon yellow and last but not least, his sleeping bag was a bright, neon orange.
I came in closer to him, and I could see he was already shivering. I was doing the same.
It was freezing, now.
He pulled me into a hug and held onto me tight.
"You can have mine. I don't mind." I whispered.
He pulled me away and looked into my eyes.
"Not a chance." He smiled.
He pulled on his jacket, gloves, hat and smiled right at me, trying to hide his frustration. But even I could see through his phoney smile.
"It'll be okay." I said.
I sat down next to the fire, but it was already going dim from the wind.
"It's beginning to snow. We better get some food before it's too cold." He mumbled.
But the truth was that we both knew it was too cold, and it would only get worse, but if we wanted to keep strong in this game we'd need food, especially meat.
I nodded my head and went beside him, intertwining our hands as I lead the way.
"How do you know where you're going?" He mumbled as he leaning in closer to me, trying to get some of my body heat.
I chuckled and looked down towards the ground where there was thick snow forming all around us, but you could still see little footprints from the animals.
"Just following the animal's footprints."
He nodded his head and looked away embarrassed.
Crunch, crunch.
I stopped walking and Zaynn did the same, questioning my move. But then he heard it.
Footsteps pressing into the snow.
It was much to loud for an animal to make. Animals were too light-weighted to make such noise.
I turned around and saw a girl with blond hair facing us, a knife in her hand facing Zaynn.
Before I could stop the girl, her hand extended and the knife went loose and into the air.
My mind went blurry.
What do I do?! I thought panicky to myself. Push him out of the way, you idiot! Something inside me screamed.
I pushed Zaynn out of the way, but it was too late. The knife stabbed Zaynn into the arm.
Zaynn's hand flung towards his arm and he stared at the blond girl.
The girl was around my age, her eyes were hazel.
"You bitch." He mumbled.
The girl's hand flung back into her pant pocket and retrieved another knife, but she was too slow.
I had my bow arrow in my hands all loaded.
I would make Katniss proud.
I pointed the arrow at her chest and my fingers loosened, letting the arrow fly through the cold air, and land in her chest, directly in her heart.
I grimaced as she fell into the, now, red snow. Her eyes immediately flung open and her breath slowed.
Quickly the cannon went.
We've heard the cannon go off five times already. Everybody expected there would be at least ten so far, because usually half the contestants die the first day.
I walked up the girl and smiled as I took hold of my spear and ripped it out.
"Bitch." I whispered.
Before I walked away, I ripped a piece of her cotton shirt off, making it long enough to wrap around Zaynn's arm.
When Zaynn was finally settled on a rock, I inspected the wound on his arm. It was big, but it wasn't deep, which was good because I was no paramedic.
I wrapped around my hand-made wrap tightly around his wound, as he flinched.
"I'm sorry." I said softly.
"Shh." He hushed.
I sat dumbfounded, waiting for him to say something more. But instead of talking he pulled out a knife and threw it into the air.
I snapped my head around to see what he threw it at. And there sitting in the snow was a helpless rabbit.
"You better gut that." He smiled.
