UPDATE! I fixed the link problem and now you can watch it
I know, I haven't had a chapter up in like 3 weeks, but I'm still trying to get used to school again. But I have tomorrow off, so here I am.
DISCLAIMER: I am not the magnificent Suzanne Collins or the awesome Alan Silvestri (you'll see)
Storm's POV
I wake up to the sounds of screaming. A girl's scream. My heart stops for a second until I realize Aster is still lying on my chest. She feels the change in my breathing pattern and tilts her head back to look at me upside-down. A rueful grin crosses her face that looks like a frown from her upside-down position. I try hard to grin back and apparently come up a little shy. Aster's smile fades into a worried look. I sigh through my teeth.
"You let me sleep all night. I should have known." I shake my head half to myself, half for the cameras I know may be watching. A cannon sounds in the distance followed by an agonized wail. I wince in spite of myself. My eyes turn to Aster, wondering if she knew who it was that was just killed and conveying that through my expression.
"Yes I did, just like you did last night. And Lyssa, I think." She gets up and starts getting ready for the day.
"So would that sad wail coming from that general direction have been Finn or Aerogan?" I sigh, half of me not really wanting to hear the answer.
"Probably Aerogan. I think they were dating or something. And I bet Reke killed her. Cuz I bet Lyssa and Aerogan killed Kyli."
Whoah. All that from 2 screams and a cannon. Dang, she's good. I just nod like I totally comprehended what she just said. "So that means we're down to 11," I say, looking off into the distance, like I'm calculating the odds of whether we'll find them first or vice versa.
(AN: Okay, now open another tab and go to youtube and then put this on the end /watch?v=EpK_O6upVqA&feature=fvst and go to 3:20 and then keep reading)
I get no reply. I look to where Aster is standing. Her head is straight forward, hair blowing in the slight breeze we have outside the cave. The sun is just rising over the trees and it hits her hair just right. I see pure beauty for a moment before she turns to me with a face full of sadness and worry that has become the normal for the both of us. She smiles at me with her tired eyes and I see a glimmer of hope. A glimmer of wisdom and strength that only Aster can possess.
She turns to the stream and sits, gently touching the flowing trickle of water as it makes its way to where ever this stream leads. But with it, it takes some of the dirt and grime of our long journey. I look up at the sky and join her by our source of life in this dark world. That's what it is. That's what it symbolizes. The stream doesn't only give us life; it gives life to every other creature here. It provides safety by concealing the steps we take and cleansing us from the impurities of the world.
Aster looks beautiful sitting there, next to me, her hair blowing softly to my face. It's amazing how good someone can look when they've been in the woods for a while. She's covered in dirt, but that doesn't matter. Natural beauty is found on the inside and the out. Most girls have it in one place or the other. But the lucky few that have natural beauty on the inside and the out, now those are the girls worth fighting for. The ones that love you for who you are and not what you look like or what you stand for. The ones that love your heart, not your brain that makes all the money. The ones like my mom, who need convincing, but really are the best in the end.
I wasn't really sure, but now I know; Aster is definitely one of those lucky few. She is the one that I'm going to fight for. But I can't tell her now. Reality would blow an innocent thought of a child out of proportion so I mustn't let my feelings get ahead of me. Aster is worth the wait. And right now, I should take the time to get to know her the best I can. You never know when you might lose that time and wish you had it back.
I think I love Aster Hawthorne.
Stop the music before it gets to 5:00. It gets depressing again after that. Did you like my descriptive fluff? I felt I needed a fast but meaningful chapter and I've been listening to this song all day long. And I love it. And it's 12:34 A.M. And I really could care less.
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No, seriously, REEEEEEVVVVVVIEEEEWWWWW!