Veirshe
"So tell me about yourself," I ask.
"Well, what do you want to know?" she replies. I shrug. I don't know, just say anything to get my mind away from the game and my dreary fate.
"What do you really think about the Hunger Games?" I finally decide to ask her. It won't get my mind off the arena, but maybe they're filming this and it'll show the rest of Panem that we aren't all blood-thirsty and crazy.
"Honestly, I never paid much attention to them until the final few days. All the blood always made me feel sick…" she trailed off. As we continue to walk, I take her hand and give it a squeeze. Not to reassuring but she flashes me a smile and I know I have done the right thing. Romancing is not my strong point but no time like the present to work on it I suppose.
"Do you hear something?" she asks suddenly. I try to tune out the echoes from the Cornucopia slaughtering and I do hear something. It's a hovercraft.
"We aren't dead yet," I whisper as the ladder drops before us. It's a way out of the arena. I don't hesitate to step on it. Clythe is close behind me. All I can think of is, what the hell is happening?
Clythe
The hovercraft appears and offers us a ticket out. I am shocked. Veirshe faithfully steps on the ladder freezes and so do I. The hovercraft reels the ladder up and a few seconds later we are free to move our bodies.
"I think we're going to live," he whispers. We barely no each other but we embrace anyways. Until we remember we are surrounded by people who locked us down there in the first place. "So, exactly why aren't you leaving us to be killed down there?"
Shockingly, the familiar face of Katniss Everdeen steps forward. I cannot believe she is able to make an appearance, I mean, that granted, she looks terrible. There are bags underneath her eyes, her skin appears ash gray and her hair is dull and she just holds herself as a tired and defeated person would.
"The idea of the Games was to show the Capitol citizens what it is like to be in there and to make you understand. Not necessarily to kill," she said slowly as if someone had given her a card to read. In fact, someone probably had.
"Thank you," I tell her, sincerely as I could because I meant it. We all really would have died and the rebels are being so genuinely reasonable and considerate. It's remarkable. I try to keep myself from crying but I begin to sniffle and I know I'm going to start sobbing any moment. Veirshe holds me and I feel better within a few moments but his shirt is still damp and I apologize.
"Its okay, there will be time enough for more of that I suspect," he smiles. I feel so safe in his arms, I almost don't want him to let me go. If he lets me go to hold my face and look me in the eyes and perhaps give me a kiss, I won't mind that though.
I actually wouldn't feel too bad ending the entire story on that note... I actually just might however if people could review and I could get a gauge about how much more of the actual Games/story/aftermath they want, I wouldn't mind. Right now, I'm happy with where it is. That being said, I certainly don't mind giving more tributes, or perhaps talking about the future of Panem or even giving Veirshe and Clythe a happily-ever-after.
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