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14. Feelings

Willow's POV

Back in the Games. Any victor's worst nightmare. I volunteer to take first watch for the simple reason that I don't trust the others. Peeta volunteers as well. We sit on the ground.

"So, Willow, what happened when the lights went out and you screamed?" Peeta asks. Some how, I knew that question would come up at some point.

"They grabbed me," I tell him. His eyes look curiously at the gash on my cheek. "That, is because I really didn't like them grabbing me. So, I tried to fight back. Clearly, it didn't work." I explain. He laughs slightly. I look at him questioningly.

"I had a feeling you'd fight back." He explains.

"If they kill me, it'll probably be less painful. When the Careers come... There's no telling the immensity of the pain we'll feel." Then I realise that I just said we're all going to die. I know that I'll die. It'll probably be Shimmer. She hates me. I don't believe that Peeta and Katniss will die. "At least, for me. God knows I'm not leaving this arena alive." I add.

"You're not going to die." He says. I shake my head. Of course I'll die. Hopefully I'll be of some help to the rebellion. Two cannons fire. I jump to my feet and tighten my grip on the spear. I look around, my eyes are wide and alert. I catch a glimpse of the hovercraft. It's far away. I sit back down. It's dark now. The Capitol seal lights up the sky. The anthem begins to play. Ciera, Laster, Oleander, The boy from 7, Woof, both from 9, Leviticus, Chaff, and Seeder's faces appear in the sky. 10 dead, 14 left including me. I hate this. This feeling of being hunted. Of being helpless. I want to get this whole thing over with. Maybe if we just run into that fortress and fight, we could come out victorious. But then, maybe not. 5 of them, 5 of us. On the other hand, they happen to enjoy killing people.

"10 little soldiers all in a line, a shot rings out. Down to 9." I mumble.

"Nine little soldiers with marching gait. A shell rains down. And then there were eight." He replies.

"Eight little soldiers attack in a row. Enemy fire. Seven to go." I say

"Seven little soldiers charging in vain. A bayonet stabs. Only six remain."

"Six little soldiers of all hope bereft. A hand-grenade tumbles. And five are left."

"Five little soldiers settle down for the night. The trench takes one. But four can fight."

"Four little soldiers all humanity forgone. A landmine explodes. Only three march on."

"Three little soldiers covered in blood. Dead bodies will trip them. Two rise from the mud."

"Two little soldiers with fates unknown. One disappears. One is left all alone."

"All soldiers dead apart from one. Accusations of cowardice. And then there were none" Peeta finishes. The poem suits the Hunger Games perfectly. 10 dead in one day.

Peeta and I talk for a while. I feel the urge to yawn. I surpress it. I am not going to sleep. Not yet. In my first Games, I rarely slept. If I sleep, who knows what could happen?

"Ready to switch off?" Peeta asks. I shake my head. "You really should get some sleep."

"Can't." I reply.

"And why not?" he asks. I don't reply, I just shake my head. "You can trust us you know," He tells me. I sigh.

"I know that," I admit. "I'm just not used to it."

"Why?"

"To answer that I'd basically have to tell you my whole life story." I tell him. He looks at me waiting.

"We've got time," He says.

"Well..."

Peeta's POV

Willow's story is sad. Especially when she talks about her mother. I can tell she doesn't like to talk about her. Or her father. I still can't believe how uncaring her family is. It must be awfully lonely to have absolutely no one to rely on, no one to comfort her when she cries, no one to talk to. I understand why she doesn't trust people; the people closest to her are the most emotionally distant from her.

"How did you know about Ciel?" I ask her, randomly, when I think of the day back in the training centre.

"I know all of the tributes." She replies, "When the Careers talked about the deaths, he never said anything."

"You know all of the tributes?" I ask her. Though I could see how she would, I can't see her really talking to any of them. She nods.

"I hope Cecilia's okay," I hear her mumble.

"Who's Cecilia?" I ask.

"She's from District 8. She has three kids. She's a really nice person. I wish she hadn't had to return to the Games." She tells me. I guess that it goes further than Cecilia just being a nice person. I guess that she has personal ties with Cecilia. I try to analyse her beautiful golden-brown eyes. "It won't be the Careers that kill her." She states, suddenly. "I won't let them. Especially not Shimmer. I will kill her before she has the chance to lay a finger on anyone that I even remotely care about or I'll die trying."

"You're not going to die." I tell her again.

"How can you be so sure?" She asks.

"Because you're a fighter. As I said, you can trust us. We won't let them kill you. I won't let them kill you." I promise her. She smiles.

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