My Goodness! I'm so sorry I haven't updated in a while! I have a good reason though! I've been busy the past few days. Friday, I was out celebrating my birthday. I had someone stay over on Saturday. Sunday I had to clean. Monday I had Drill Team (RCAF). Tuesday I had marksmanship (RCAF). And Wednesday I had Cadets (RCAF). But, I don't have anything today, so I can update now. I'm probably going to have all of the named tributes's POV in this chapter to make it special (Double digits now. Yay!) as well as a surprise POV that you will see at the very end ;) Please review.
Disclaimer: This is the tenth time I'll say it (Woot!) I don't own Hunger Games. Never will. I'm not that awesome. Suzanne Collins is. Also, I don't own 'Borrowed Angels'. That one belongs to Kristin Chenoweth.
10. Last day of my own
Katniss POV
Tomorrow are the interviews. I'll be spending the day with my prep team and I'll be spending the night on TV. Today, I was supposed to be with Effie and Haymitch, but they've given us the day off. We have this day to ourselves, all of the tributes do.
I lie in bed for awhile, thinking about everything that has happened: Prim being reaped, me volunteering, being in the arena, Rue, the berries, and, finally, me returning to the Capitol to be involved in the slaughter of more children.
I lie in bed for awhile before I decide to get up. As I get up, the red headed Avox Girl comes in. I smile at her. She returns the smile.
I walk into the bathroom to take a shower. The warm water unknots the muscles in my back.
When I've finished in the shower, I dig through the drawers of the dresser to find something to wear. I settle on a pair of sturdy jeans and a plain white tank top.
I walk into the dining room. Peeta is sitting at the table, staring in to his bowl of cereal. He looks up when I walk in. He smiles slightly.
I can see the fear in his eyes. The fear makes perfect sense. In just two days time we'll be forced back into the arena. Not only that, but our opponents are much more skilled then we are. At least, a lot of them are. Not all. In the training room I noticed that the girl from 5, I learned from Finnick that her name is Ciera, isn't very good with anything other than a sword. I sit down next to him. I'm served a bowl of cereal. I eat it slowly.
Peeta POV
I finish the last few spoonfuls of cereal. I watch Katniss eat. Katniss... The girl I've loved since I first laid my eyes on her.
"So, we have the day off." I say, trying to make conversation. She looks up and I look in to her beautiful gray eyes.
"Yeah, we do. Guess this will probably be the last day that we get to ourselves." She replies.
"No, not the last." I tell her. I have vowed to make sure she gets out of the arena alive. I won't let her die. Not while I'm alive. She half-smiles.
"But it will be," she sighs. Her eyes flit around the room before she adds in a hushed tone "Snow has it in for us. He's going to make sure we die. Or, at least, he'll make sure I die." And, I know she's probably right. I refuse to accept it. Katniss has to live.
I can't imagine a world without her. Moreover, I don't want to.
"Then we'll have to be extra careful not to fall into his traps in the arena." I tell her in the same hushed tone. She rolls her eyes, but drops the subject. I guess that she doesn't want to fight when there are only a few more days until we return to the arena. I wonder what it will be like.
Shimmer POV
I yawn as I get out of bed. Only two more days! Oh I can't wait. Maybe I can get rid of some of the more annoying tributes. Like Katniss and Peeta. Lovebirds. Ugh. Gross. Especially since they fell in love in the Games! Who is stupid enough to do that!? What's the point of love anyway? I'm prefectly happy being alone. Oh I can't wait to shove my knife through them. To feel the warmth of their blood on my skin. I'll be doing everyone a favour. That is, if Cobalt gives me a chance to kill them. Well, I could just kill him first. Then I'd be sure to get a chance to kill them and if I can't then at least I'll die trying. Hmm, Enobaria might be a problem. Stupid vampire. That's what I call her. A vampire. She likes to sink her teeth into people's necks. I should sink my knife into hers.
I grab a denim mini skirt and a black tank top that shows my midriff and change into them.
I walk out to the dining room. I'm served a platter of food. Eggs, ham, bacon, multiple pieces of toast, hash browns, and homefries. I begin to eat. I continue to plot ways of removing Katniss and Peeta from this world permanently. I want them gone. Maybe I could behead them.. However I choose to kill them, I know it will be painful. They won't be getting away easily. Not only are they completely disgusting, but they got a better score than me. The way I see it, It's my job to kill them. I'll do it happily. I take the elevator up to the roof so I can look at the Capitol.
Cobalt POV
I decide not to go down to the dining room. Instead, I order a bunch of food from the intercom and it's delivered to my room. I'd rather not see Shimmer. I dislike slutty women. She's practically slept with every guy (and a few girls) from our District, despite having never actually dated anyone. I don't think she's capable of love. I know that she wants to be the one to kill Katniss and Peeta, but I won't let her. I will be the one to end them. I'll sneak up on them and slit their throats. It's easier then whatever sadistic death Shimmer has planned for them. I also want Laster's head, that's the boy from 5. He killed my sister when she went into the Games. He will pay for it. He won't leave the arena alive. I can't let him. Not when he ended my beautiful sister's life.
Tears fill my eyes as I think of my sister, Elsebeth. Her always smiling, sweet and sunny face. Her bright blue eyes and waist length brown hair that she wore in ringlets. She was only 13. She didn't like the idea of death. She had no friends and was disliked by the other kids because she was different. That's why all the girls had decided that, if she was ever reaped, no one would volunteer. And reaped she was. She lasted quite awhile by staying hidden in the trees. A bush of edible berries was near her tree, so she had food. When Laster walked by, she nearly fell out of the tree. She made a slight rustling noise and he knew she was there. He didn't give her an easy way out either. She screamed for hours as he tourtured her. Eventually, her heart just stopped. I would never see her smile again. I cried myself to sleep that night. Elsebeth had been the only really good thing in this world. Laster will die. Painfully. If I have to, I will cheerfully beat him to death.
I decide to go up to the roof, it has a nice view.
Enobaria POV
Soon enough I'll be able to sink my teeth into their necks. I have allied with Joanna and all of the other Careers except for Finnick. We will fight at the Cornucopia. I expect Joanna to turn on me. I know she will. Why wouldn't she? I know I'll have to kill Ciel. There's no way I can make it home if he doesn't die within a few hours of the Games. Ciel is simply too powerful. He must die. I'll see to it that he does.
I get up and dressed. I walk to the dining room and I sit across from Ciel. I'm served french toast. I eat the food quickly. I don't like being in the same room as Ciel. He's too tame. I don't like it. It's weird.
When I've finished my breakfast, I walk back to my room. I sit on the bed considering my allies. There's Shimmer. She knows how to use a knife. I think I'll keep her around for a while. There's Cobalt. I know he'll kill Laster the first chance he gets. There's Ciel. He's, well, he's can do pretty much everything. Then there's Joliza. She's Finnick's District partner. She's ancient, but she still knows what she's doing. I don't count on her lasting for too long though. She's not very fast and the slightest bit of running is too much for her; but she's smart, she'll have strategies.
I decide to go up to the roof. I've never been up to the roof. Might as well.
Ciel POV
I eat my french toast slowly. I know this will probably be the last time I ever eat french toast. I know that I'm already a target. Enobaria already has it in for me. Her and her sharp teeth. Joanna has been plotting how to kill me too. I've seen it in her eyes. I'm sure Cobalt and Shimmer want me dead too. I've caught a few glances from Willow as well. I hope that doesn't mean another enemy. Well, technically, they're all my enemies now that we'll be returning to the arena. I wonder what it will be like this time. All I hope is that there's a forest and a water source. I do not want to get dehydrated. Doesn't sound fun. My mentor, Mastrina, walks in.
"Hey," She says brightly. I smiles in response. "Got any plans for your day off?" She asks. I nod.
"Yeah, I'm gonna check out the roof." I tell her. She nods enthusiastically.
"You really should! There's a wicked view up there." She exclaims. "I used to go up there every night when I was a tribute. You can see so much from up there."
"So I've heard." She smiles and leaves the room. I finish my breakfast and I head up to the roof.
Willow POV
"Take care of your sister." My mother tells me. Her voice is weak. She looks so fragile. Tears escape from my eyes. I hold her hand. It's freezing. I try to warm it with my own. I look at my mother. She looks nothing like she used to. She used to be lively, she used to sing, she would sing with her beautiful melodic voice. The voice that I knew I would miss, the voice that had taught me many songs.
"Don't leave me!" I beg. "Please Mommy! Don't go!" More tears fall from my eyes. My mother attempts a smile.
"I'm not going anywhere." She promises. I know that it's an empty promise. I know that she will leave me. "Don't cry," She whispers. She looks at me with loving eyes. "Sing" She mouths. I nod, if this is what she wants then I will sing.
"There must be Borrowed Angels, here in this life
They come along, into this world, and make this world bright
But they can't stay forever
Cause they're heaven-sent
And sometimes, heaven needs them back again"
The song drifts to an end. The rise and fall of my mother's chest is barely noticeable. Her eyes are now shut. I can tell her heart is near its last beat. I rest my head on her chest to listen to her once strong and steady heart. Her pulse is slower now. I listen until, eventually, there's nothing.
I sit up and try to catch my breath. I find myself panting. Tears fill my eyes. I wipe them away. Fresh air. I need fresh air. I run to the elevator and I press the button that will bring me up to the roof.
Beetee POV
I walk out to the dining room for breakfast. My mentor, Jareth, is eating his breakfast.
"Hey." He greets me. I give a slight nod. I sit across from him and I'm served waffles. I eat them. I savour each bite, wondering if I'll make it out of the Games. Most likely not. I doubt that there will be wires in the arena. I'm not strong, nor do I have a talent for a certain weapon. Hopefully, with the help of my allies, I'll make it far. That should give my family some hope. I may not be able to use weapons, but I can strategise. Maybe then I can make it some what farther then I would normally. Maybe a sponsor will feel generous and send me a wire. That way I could set an electrified trap for my attackers.
"You sleep okay?" Jareth asks, taking in the bags under my eyes.
"Yeah." I lie. Of course I didn't sleep okay. The Games are in two days. Sleep hasn't been coming easily. The only thing I can hope for is that the rebellion will work. I heard that, so far, Districts 12, 11, 10, 8, 5, 3, and 8 are all rebelling. The rebels are in 12. I'm not sure how many rebels there are exactly, but I do know that there are a lot of them. I try to remember who's leading them right now. I think his name is Gale... Yes, that sounds right.
I finish eating my breakfast and I decide to go up to the roof. I remember that the view is nice up there.
Joliza POV
I stretch my tired bones as I sit up. I get out of bed and I shuffle over to the intercom. I order a bowl of cereal. My stomach can barely handle the Capitol's food now. I remember when I was young. When I was reaped for the 10th Hunger Games. I had been 15 then. I was young and beautiful. Now, I'm old and wrinkly.
The cereal arrives and I eat it as quickly as I can, which is very slowly. I consider different strategies for the arena. Traps? We could hunt them, like animals.
My fingers are having difficulty holding the spoon. The arthritis has only gotten worse. I groan. I decide that I should probably get up and move around. I've heard that the roof is a nice place. I decide to go up and check it out.
Finnick POV
I think of where I'll be in a few days. The arena. I have to go back. I thought I was done with the Games! But, no. Of course not. Hopefully the rebellion will work. I wonder if Annie is in District 12. And my family. I hope they are. 12 seems pretty safe right now. I only worry that the Capitol might bomb it. I wonder if they'll head to District 13. District 13, the ones that moved underground. The ones that are playing dead.
I decide that I don't feel like eating this morning. I continue to lie in bed and I think about the days to come. So, in other words, I think of hell. I know that I'll have to make sure that Ciel dies and that Katniss and Peeta live. Without them, there is no rebellion. There has to be a rebellion. It's not right for us to live like this.
My mentor, Justine walks in to my room. Yeesh, can't anyone knock? She smiles at me.
"Are you just going to lie there all day?" She asks me. "Come one, get up and moving!" I nod and she leaves the room so I can get changed, though I can tell by the look on her face that she'd much rather stay.
I pick a black t-shirt and jeans. I remember when I was here last time. The roof was a pretty nice place. I'll go up there
Ciera POV
There had better be a sword in the arena. Otherwise, I'm dead. During my Games, my first Games, I had a powerful ally. He was my District partner. He got me pretty far. He ended up getting killed which brought us down to four left, including me. I had my sword. I lived. If there isn't a sword there, then I'm dead. I'm aware of how weak I am. I'm sure that one girl noticed too. I saw her watching me in the training room. What's her name? Back in 5 we just call her 'Girl on Fire'. Laster wants to kill her. It seems to me that everyone wants her dead. There's Snow, Shimmer, Cobalt, Laster, Enobaria, and I think, maybe Joliza. Girl on Fire better be careful. We need her for the rebellion. We can't do it without our Mockingjay.
I throw on a white sweater dress and I decide that I don't feel like eating, even though I should. It's always best to eat lots before entering the arena. Every bit of weight that we earn at the Capitol is usually gone within a few days of the Games. Then I realise that today is the last I'll get to myself. I want to spend it somewhere nice, and peaceful. I decide to go up to the roof.
Laster POV
Dead. That's what they'll all be. Dead. Very soon, in fact. Especially Girl on Fire. I can't wait to get my hands on her. Maybe I'll strangle her. I'll have to take care of Cobalt first though. He'll want revenge for his sister. She was a fun one to kill. She screamed a lot, made it more fun. Cobalt, then Girl on Fire. It won't be easy, not with her allies and her 'lover'. He'll be a problem. He'll also be dead soon. I plan on it. I won't allow either of them to live for very long. I hope they stay to fight at the bloodbath. Then I can kill them right away. Knowing them, they won't.
I exit my room and I see Ciera walking towards the elevator.
"Where are you going?" I ask her. She turns to face me.
"The roof." She replies.
"Are we allowed?"
"I went up last time I was here." She replies with a shrug. I decide to follow her.
"I'll come with you."
"Okay."
Ezra POV
I groan. The Games. Two days. This is the last day I'll ever get to myself. I know I won't win this time. I won't be returning to District 6. Ever.
"Ezra?" My mentor asks through the door. "Are you going to get up?"
"Do I have a choice?" I ask, desperately hoping the answer is yes.
"No, not really" She replies with a laugh. I groan again and I get up. I get dressed and I walk out the door. She waited for me. Great.
"Why did I have to get up?" I ask, confused. She giggles.
"Ya can't stay in bed all day. Silly!" she tells me "This is your day off. Do something! Go up to the roof. Enjoy the outdoors. Don't just stay in bed all day!" I sigh and nod. I walk over to the elevator and I go up to the roof.
Oleander POV
I get up and dressed. I walk out to the dining room for breakfast. I sit and I'm served pancakes. The same thing they gave me last time I was here. For the 49th annual Hunger Games. I was 18. Ezra's mentor walks in to the dining room.
"Oh, good. At least you are out of bed. I almost had to force Ezra out of bed." She tells me.
"Hmm." I say, not really knowing what else to say. "Where is she?" I ask.
"Oh, I sent her up to the roof. You should join her when you finish your breakfast."
"Sure," I agree and when I finish I do just that.
Joanna POV
I'm going to have to watch out for Enobaria. Her and her teeth. Sure, we may be allies, but that can't last for forever. How am I going to kill her? I could sneak up on her when she's sleeping. That could work. That will work. If she even makes it that far. I don't entirely think she will. She's planning on sinking her teeth in to Katniss's neck. I can't let that happen. Not if there's to be a rebellion. I want a rebellion. I hate the stupid Capitol. Them and their silly accents. They're all fake too. Not to mention completely boring. I've had conversations with them. Or, at least, I've tried. I just can't listen to them talk. They're so dull. Ugh. Their streets are pretty weird looking. I decide to go up to the roof and take a look at them.
Allorine POV
A tree. That's what I'll need. I'll scale it. I'll hide up there during the day and go out at night. It's the perfect plan. Then I'll sneak of behind them. My knife will soon drip rubies. I have to win this. I can't die. I won't die. That's what the Capitol wants for all but one of us. Death. I don't like death. My mother died of death. I won't.
I walk into the bathroom and I turn on the sink. I turn the knob to cold. I splash a bit on my face. It feels so good that I decide to just take a shower. I turn the settings to cold. It's refreshing.
When I finish in the shower I get dressed. I don't like thinking about death, but it's hard not to with what's coming. I think I'll go up to the roof to clear my mind.
Seeder POV
I feel bad for Katniss and Peeta. For one, they'll never get their perfect love. The Capitol will make sure of that. And two, they both have huge targets on their heads. All of the Careers, except for Finnick (or maybe even Finnick), want them dead. The Capitol wants them dead. Laster wants them dead. They need to survive though. For the rebellion.
I can't stand the Capitol. The supposed place of beauty. There's only want place that I can think of in the Capitol that has some beauty. The garden on the roof. Maybe I should spend my last day to myself on the roof. It's probably the only chance I'll get to have some fresh air.
I get up and dressed. I walk out to the elevator. I head up to the roof.
Katniss POV
We'll have to be extra careful not to fall into his traps? Oh Peeta. Don't you realise that Snow could kill us anytime he wants and we can't do a thing about it? I know he's going to try to keep me alive in the arena, but I'm going to be trying to keep him alive. I wonder what he'll be like when I die. And what of Gale?
I finish the last spoonful of cereal. I look at Peeta. He's watching me. Effie walks in.
"Hey." She says. I notice that she's not her usual cheerful self. I guess she really does care about us.
"Hi." Peeta says to her. She runs out of the room before either of us can say anything else. I think I catch a glimpse of a tear. "I guess she'll miss us." He says.
"I guess so." Who knew Effie cared so much? "Let's go up to the roof." I suggest.
"Sure," Peeta agrees "Let's go." We get up and walk over to the elevator. We press the button for the roof.
Within a few seconds we're there. The doors slide open. Everyone is there, all of the other 22 tributes and we've just made it 24.
Surprise POV (Yeah, I'm gonna make you guess)
(I'm so disappointed in past me.)
The rebellion is underway. Some of the peacekeepers that are on our side have stolen two hovercrafts from the Capitol. We have over 100 rebels so far. Once we can locate the arena, we'll get as many tributes as possible out of there. We have to make sure Katniss makes it out. She's our Mockingjay. She's my Mockingjay.
There's a girl from District 3 who's helping us find the arena. Her name is Wiress. She's really smart, but she can't always finish her sentences.
I wish we could just get the tributes from the training center, but we can't. There's too many peacekeepers. We have to wait until they're in the arena. Wiress said that we should be able to explode the forcefield around the arena and get in. Our number one priority is Katniss. there us no rebellion without Katniss. I hope we find the arena soon. I don't want her to be in there for too long. If she's in there for too long, she could die because, of course, she has a target on her head. I'm sure all of the Careers will want her dead, not to mention the Capitol.
I pace inside of the basement of one of the houses in Victor's Village. Then, I hear crying. I listen for the source of the sobs. It sounds like it's coming from a cupboard. I open up the door and Prim is in there crying.
"Prim?" I ask. "Prim, what's wrong?"
"I'm scared." She whispers.
"Me too. We all are." I tell her.
"I know, Gale... I know..."
I hope you enjoyed it. This is the first one that took me two days to write. And it is, by far, the longest chapter I've written. I hope you enjoyed it. Please, PLEASE, Please! review.
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