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My sister loved mockingjays. Whenever she would sing in the small meadow, under her favorite tree, they never failed to come and listen to her. Then they'd both perform together in perfect harmony. It was beautiful. And she was too.
The path Zev chose is going with the river and then cutting through the forest a little. The Gamemakers show us where they think he will go to get to the patch of willows. Maybe he'll make it in time for my sister.
He's already halfway there when it's about midday. He's up to a good start. Good. He sits down and I realize it's the first time he's taken a break since he started walking. After twenty minutes, he gets up and keeps going. I think the Gamemakers are purposely cranking up the temperature in the arena to slow him down. Guess they don't know him that well. I don't either, but he's the type that doesn't give up easily, I'd say. While he journeys on, the cameras periodically switch to my sick sister and Delphi and to the two other remaining tributes. To keep us updated.
Around four in the afternoon, the boy from nine pathetically tries to ambush Zev. He'd been hiding in a group of bushes and jumped out with a spear. He barely managed to graze Zev's right shoulder. But it's Zev we're talking about, not little Tym. Before the boy from nine has time to attack once more, Zev's knife (borrowed from my sister) is slicing through the boy's throat, sending a flow of liquid red spurting canon fires instantly, before the boy even hits the ground. With silent respect, Zev walks away. No laughing, no cheering, no cruel smile.
Just as the last rays of sunlight go fleeting away, Zev reaches the willows. The wind has picked up, chilling the arena instantly. The Gamemakers'll probably make the temperature plumit to incredible lows, just to see if Zev makes it through the night. Thankfully to Delphi, he has my sister's blanket. He finds the empty log my sister slept in on her first night in the arena and goes in for some sleep. Which he needs badly. After the anthem and the boy from nine's ominous picture, the arena remains quiet. I can't belive the Gamemakers haven't sent bloodthirsty Mutts after Zev yet.
I go to bed as well and hope the night will bring me a bit of comfort. I'm very naïve.
The sun has just come up in the arena when I rush to the television's side. Zev is up in a matter of seconds. He scrapes of the outer bark of a massive willow tree, and grabs a big handfull of the soft, inner bark and stuffs it in the backpack.
As the hours pass slowly, the tension in my shoulders climbs to painful hights and the muscles grow sore. He's about fifty yards away when the whistle blows, its shriek ripping the silence of the woods, sending chills of horror down my back. He dashes through the leaves, not caring that his face is getting whipped and scratched by branches that seem to jut out purposely in his rampaging path.
He sees her, the girl from eleven taking her time as she walks towards Delphi, holding a sword taken from one of the careers, probably. Delphi's on the ground backing away till her back hits my sister's body, clutching the whistle blowing it, again and again and again. The girl from eleven smacks it out of her hands, making her yelp, and it splashes in the water. She raises her sword brings it down. The following images go pass my eyes in slow motion, my brain not quick enough to make sense of them.
My sister more or less pulls Delphi behind her, taking the momemtum, created by the movement, to drag herself in front of Delphi. And sword comes slashing through her instead.
Not real, this isn't real! This can't be real! MY SISTER WILL COME HOME! Zev is on the girl before she even notices his presence and with a howl of rage, he stabs her repeatedly, wherever the knife finds her body as it comes flying down again...and again...and again...
He hulls her body over his shoulder and throws it in the river. Delphi's in a daze, eyes widening as she comes back to reality, shaking like a leaf in a november tree being slammed by the cold winds.
Zev is holding my dying sister so tightly I think he might be causing the generous amout of blood oozing out of the deep slit in her left shoulder. It starts near her neck working its way diagonally to her middle. Zev's crying, my sister's moaning and Delphi's shaking uncontrollably.
"I should have come sooner! I should have been here, I should have protected you!" he punches the ground with his fists. My sister raises her undamaged arm and brings it to his cheek and he takes hold of it.
"You did your best. Thank you. I'm okay, don't worry. Tell my sister I love her, won't you?" she manages to say softly.
"I love you. I have ever since I heard you sing. Don't leave me please." Her biggest smile ever stretches on her face like a upside-down rainbow as she's showered with a rain of tears.
"I think I'd have love to know you better, Zev. Come closer. I want to tell you a secret." He bends over and before he can turn his head to bring his ear to her mouth, she raises her head and kisses him gently. She laughs at the look on his face and cough a mouthfull of blood.
"Goodbye Zev." And after a pause, where her eyes change from happy to teary and fearfull, she adds in a practically inaudible voice:
"I'm scared, Zev."
He kisses her back and strokes her red hair. And starts singing her the lullaby. The same one she sang him, the one that made him fall in love with her.
His voice isn't as pretty as my sister's but it's clear and strong, save a few sniffs now and then.
Asterae's eye's blink a few times as she looks at the sun through the trees. They close slowly as the last words escape from Zev's trembling mouth.
"I love you."
Her canon fires.
Zev screams and howls in pain, crying,hugging her body kissing her cheeks rocking her like the boy from eleven did for the beat up girl from nine. The minutes roll one after the other.
Finally her lets her go, puts her body down. Letting it sleep. Then, before Delphi can even react (but how can she? She's just sitting there, immobilized) he picks up his knife and his eyes fixed on my sister, plunges it into his heart. His canon fires. Trumpets bang in the arena.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, I am pleased to present the winner of the 93rd Hunger Games!"
"From District Four: Delphi Fae!"
It's not the end...Please review. This was the final chapter of Wherever you are: A daisy in the Arena
Don't worry though. I'm starting the sequel right away : Wherever you are: Chicory Flowers in the Field
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