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Baboom! So, I'm sorry if this chapter turns out a little short, hopefully it won't though! I just want to get something up for all of you! Also…random question..does anyone know how to lengthen the sleeve of a sweatshirt? Sorry I got one for free and the sleeves are a little short so..yeah..enjoy the chapter!
You know I haven't always been this way
I've had my moments
Days in the sun
Moments
When I was second to none
Moments
When I knew I did what I thought I couldn't do.
Moments~Emerson Drive
No one dies on the second day, and no one has died since the District Eight girl. It's expected, since we didn't arrive back at the cornucopia until just before sunrise.
But now its day three, and today, people must die. I look up briefly from my spot on Cato's lap at the District Twelve boy. He sits off to the side of our camp, talking with Marvel. Cato seems to read my mind.
"Not yet, maybe tomorrow." I turn slightly so I can look up at him and raise an eyebrow, he explains himself without me having to say a word, "He'll try to escape soon," Cato smirks at me, "wouldn't a chase be more entertaining than just back stabbing?" I grin at my fiancé.
"It would, let him think he can get away."
"Exactly." Cato's eyes lock with mine before they drift downwards, then they widen as his hand comes up and wraps around the necklace. "You wore it?"
"Course I did, Megara put your dog tag on it too." I turn it to show him and his thumb glides over his name and information. "You think I'd leave my engagement necklace behind?"
"You're you; I was slightly expecting you to."
"I'm not that cold."
"Debatable."
"Ass." I smack him upside the head as he chuckles. I get off his lap and walk towards the edge of our camp, my eyes scanning the forest. My eyes lock on a figure crouched in the bushes, and then I scan over him, keeping my head turning like I didn't see him.
I start walking towards him calmly, looking above him, not at him. The boy thinks I don't see him, that is, until my hand goes to my knife. His body instantly stiffens and I charge at him. My arm cocking backwards as he bolts upright and takes off into the trees.
"CATO!" I yell for my partner as I charge into the underbrush. I can't throw in the woods; I'll hit a damn tree. I hurdle over a fallen tree as I chase the boy, who I can now see is District Three's male tribute. His shaggy black hair giving him away. I throw my knife when he passes through a clearing and it lodges in his calf, he stubbles, but keeps his feet under him so he can continue limping away.
I've barely heard the snarl before I'm jumped. "Argh!" I let out a cry as I'm thrown to the ground, claws dig into my shoulders as paws hold me down, and right when I 'm about to thrust my knife into the mutt, I see its eyes. It's a terrible mistake.
His green eyes. I get a whiff of its scent, it even smells like him. Freshly cut granite mixed with the cleaner my mother always used around the house. Its face is hideous. A mix of something between a bear and an eagle, a short black beak and brown hair. Its ears small and rounded.
The mutt's my father. "Cain!" I hear Cato's desperate cry seconds before a cannon goes off. That's what gets me to move, because I can't see who just died. And the longer that I don't hear anything from Cato, the more panic rises in my stomach. My breathing gets rapid as I swing upwards with my knife, plunging the blade into the mutt's chest. Once the knife is in I swing upwards with my fist, it collides with a short beak. I don't really want to know how this thing could snarl, but it did. My hand throbs with pain, but I ignore it, my other hand finding another knife and I drive it into the eye. The tension on my shoulders relaxes and I roll out of the way seconds before the thing drops dead.
I'm on my feet in a millisecond. "Cato!" My head whirls around the clearing as I search for him. Another cannon fires. My eyes lock on the body of the boy from Three, a spear through his chest. Marvel. My mind immediately goes to my ally. There's a trail of blood going into the forest and I immediately take off. I should get out of here anyways, because where there was one mutt, there's bound to be another. I charge through the forest, and soon, I can hear sounds, voices, coming from ahead of me. My hand finds a blade as I approach the voices. I stop when I see the scene in front of me.
Glimmer is off to the side, fuming it looks like, Marvel's next to her, cradling his wrist. But it's the other two who surprise me. Twelve is on his butt, leaning backwards away from the tip of the sword that is just centimeters from his face. At the other end of the sword, is Cato, who's covered in blood and his eyes raging. The body of the District Six boy is between them. He's cut clean up the middle, almost into two pieces.
Usually, I'd think that Twelve took Cato's kill, but he's clean, not a speck of blood on him. "Cato." His head snaps to me, but he keeps his sword pointing at Peeta.
"He tried to let him get away, I came here, and he," he jabs his sword towards Peeta, who scurries backwards on his hands and feet to make some more distance between the blade and his face. "was telling him to run!" My free hand balls into a fist, my knuckles' turning white as I glare at the boy, who looks up at me with wide eyes. I see a little spark of hope in his eyes; the knife is soaring through the air a second later.
"ARGH!" his cry fills the clearing and echoes through the forest as my knife pins his hand to the ground. "Please" his beg for mercy is barely above a whisper, but we still hear him. There's the whistle of a blade cutting air before it slices through Twelve's leg, blood instantly seeps through his pants, just inches above his left knee as he screams.
"He can't go anywhere; let's leave him for the bitches with beaks." Cato makes a sound of agreement as I walk towards him. "We should get back to the cornucopia too." I look to District One, who raise their eyebrows at us. "Come on, we should get something around your wrist too."
"Yeah" Marvel agrees.
Just before we leave, I plant a swift kick to the side of Peeta's head, he's knocked out cold.
That night, his face doesn't appear in the sky.
Short, but at least it's an update. I'm planning on updating before 2013 too! Prim will be in that chapter too! Rue as well! Please review!
I hope you all have a Merry Christmas. Or if you don't celebrate that, whatever you do celebrate. And now, I'm off to ice my face..it got kneed by a horse this morning and I'm getting a pretty impressive black eye ;)
