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Chapter 11:
Rue's POV
I struggle in the arms of my captor. My eyes are covered with some sweaty girl's hands. "Where am I?" I yell. "Where are you taking me?"
"As if we would tell you that," the girl says. I can almost see the smirk on her face. I thrash some more.
"Stop struggling," the boy says, "It's no use. We're much stronger than you." As if to prove it, he pins me on a hard surface, that feels like a tree, and holds me there with one arm as the girl ties me there.
"Why don't you just kill me now and get me over with it?" I ask, as the boy slips a blindfold over my eyes. It's a weird request, but I would rather be dead, than stuck in this predicament.
"Don't you know? We don't need you. We could kill you easily. It's your partner we want. The boy." The boy laughs.
"Oh no. No no-no no no. No no!" Now, I am worried. "You can't take Thresh!" But as soon as the words come out of my mouth, I know they aren't true. They can do whatever they want. It's the Hunger Games. Plus, with me as the bait... oh no, Thresh.
"See it now?" the girl asks. "We keep you prisoner here. That ox comes looking for you. We kill him. We kill you, and bam! We win!"
"What about Peeta? What about District 5?" I wonder aloud.
"Oh, we've already taken care of that," the boy says sweetly. "In District 12's bag, there was medicine for Lover Boy. He'll be dead in hours, maybe even minutes. And District 5, we took her out right after the feast."
"I didn't hear a cannon," I persist.
"That's because, she's not dead... yet. Just mortally wounded," the girl says casually.
"You mean you left her there? To die? By herself?" I say, horrified. It figures that Careers love to kill, but there's something sadistic about those long deaths.
"Don't worry, she won't be suffering that long. I believe she's unconscious," the boy tells me, as if to reassure me. It doesn't.
"But still, it's really not-" my words are cut off by the sickening boom of a cannon. My stomach flips.
"So, who do you think it is?" The girl asks. "Lover Boy? District 5? Or maybe even your partner." She leans in and I can feel her breath on my face. "Maybe, we don't have to take care of him after all. Then, we can dispose of you," I feel the blade of the knife dangerously close to my neck, and I hold my breath.
"Then again," she drops the knife, "what would be the fun in that? After all, we do have to be sure. We'll wait. And by nightfall, we'll see the fallen tributes in the sky, you and your partner will be dead, and me and Cato will have won the hunger games- the fun way."
Dun dun dun! Which tribute do you think died? Don't worry, there won't be many chapters left. I'll try to post fast and not leave you in suspense for too long. I'm thinking about making a sequel if enough people want me to...