Hey guys! I am SOOOOO sorry I haven't been updating lately! I've been out of inspiration for the last couple of days… But its back! And I'm back too! So, yeah.. This is my latest chapter, hope you like it!
I wake up under the strange survival blanket glued to Rory by sweat. The blistering arena heat has returned. I struggle to sit up and glance around. "Good morning…" Rory mumbles sleepily. "Morning.." I mutter back. I push the covers on my side down to my feet and hoist myself upwards. Rory has fallen back asleep. Did he stay up all night protecting me? That boy is going to kill himself because of me. I tip toe under the overhang where rain water steadily drips down and catch a few drops in the palm of my hand and gulp them down. I weakly pace silently around our small space. Rory wakes up and chimes in. "What are you doing?" He asks. "Just thinking…" I reply vaguely. "About what?" Rory replies flirtingly. "Why." I stated plainly, not as a question, but a statement. "Um, that's a bit of a broad term." Rory joked. "Why you love me." I clarified. "Um… I don't really know." Rory says confusedly. "The first thing that comes to your mind. Anything." I say. "Oh, well okay…" Rory says shyly. "Well… I remember the first day I saw you, it was… Instantaneous. It was a chilly late December, and I heard the sirens signaling a mining accident. Even at age 7 I knew what those sirens meant. Gale had came and got me and Vick from school and we were going to meet up with my Mom at the mines. It was a rainy cloudy day and the puffs of pure black smoke, the smell of blood and heat and the wails of mourning citizens overwhelmed me. I rubbed the coal dust out of my eyes futilely and scanned the crowd. I spotted a single blonde head of hair standing out from the dark haired crowd. The golden hair glistened in the little light that was able to over power the clouds shrouding the sun and the thick, black sickly fog belching from the mines. The small beam of light seemed only to gleam over you, and the crowd instantly disappeared, taking with it the brunette seam girl and middle-aged woman that stood by you. I just stood there gazing upon your perfect features; Crystal blue eyes, golden angelic hair, your innocently beautiful face. I was head over heels in love. Nothing mattered but you. I was shaken out of my day dream by a grief-filled sob as the last load of survivors hobbled out of the elevator coughing up smoke and my focus returned. I searched the crowd, frantically seeking my Father, but He wasn't there. He was dead. I broke down sobbing and through my tear-filled eyes I spotted your beautiful face, and by the look in your eyes I knew you had lost someone too. Since then, I never stopped thinking about you. Gale introduced me to you, but I never had the courage to tell you how I feel until now." Rory says. "Wow…" I reply and kiss him. Our romantic moment is interrupted by angry screams. "Gah! I'll kill you!" A male voice yells. "Not if I do first!" A girl shrieks. We look up and hear shuffling and I stand on my tip toes to see what's going on. At the opposite edge of the abyss, Glimmer and Thresh, both battered and bloody, killing each other. "This ends here!" Thresh shouts with a blow to Glimmer's face. He shoves her backwards off the edge and she screams and locks her manicured fingers around Thresh's throat and pulls him over with her. They scream and kick, still battling in mid-air and soar past our ledge ignorantly and land in the foamy electrified water as eels lunge at them. They convulse and twitch but still slice at each other and throw powerful blows and attempt to drown each other. I bury my face into Rory's chest and he strokes my hair comfortingly. With a loud electrical crack and visible electricity in the air the water ripples, waves and splashes up at us and tosses Glimmer and Thresh into the air and they land in the deadly water limp, and their grips on each other's wind-pipes releases and the water foams dark red and Glimmer and Thresh sink beneath the surface. 2 cannons fire and ring through my ears. "Is it over?" I whimper. Rory nods seriously and I pry myself off of Rory and slump against the rock wall, terrified. "It's okay, Prim. It'll be okay. You'll be home soon, I promise." Rory soothes. I sit traumatized against the bone-chilling stone and quietly eat some dried beef Rory had in his pack. I sit against the abyss wall and cry myself to sleep as Rory holds me. When will the killing end?
