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A/N- Somehow this scene was lost. I thought it had been deleted, and was much too tired at that point to rewrite the whole thing in all it's glory. By the time this thing made a reappearance, I had already posted the chapter it was meant to be a part of. But it has some interesting elements, so I decided I'd put it up in the index.
Rhiattany Hurli, District 9
I'm woken, as usual, by the rattling of branches as To slips down from her tree. She grimaces from the noise as her feet hit the ground, looks back and forth carefully, and jogs away with just-woke-up unsteadiness. She always starts off the day with a jog; I find that habit slightly ridiculous. I mean, we're not just getting out of bed for a stroll here. A morning jog is something so mundane only health nuts do, comfortable in their homes and routines. Oh well. Maybe she's trying to wake herself up.
I keep up as quietly as I can. I'm not as athletic as To, and it's a bit of an effort. But eventually she slows down to a walk. I am so glad. It's hard to be quiet when you're gasping for breath.
I keep following her. All. Day. She's not having any luck finding anybody in here. Ha ha. Eventually she stops for a lunch break.
I've just been grabbing food from whatever she eats after she walks away. I think I've lost fifteen pounds. Mom must be so proud. She always has been obsessed with her weight. If dad didn't make as much money as he does, she'd probably always be complaining we didn't weigh enough. My mom is impossible to please.
Just as I think To is done, she freezes. "Come out." She shouts, loading her bow.
She aims at a spot in the trees a ways away from me. I should be fine; this person shouldn't see me when they come out.
A boy steps from behind the tree coverage slowly. Apparently he needs to work on his quiet feet.
"Who are you?" She ask coldly.
"Eulkichu Dambis." He says reluctantly.
"District 12?"
"Yeah."
"I remember you. You've got a weird name."
He frowns. "You're the one who complained about her name for half of their interview."
"Just because I don't like my name doesn't mean I like yours." She retorted. His eyebrows knit together.
"You going to shoot me?"
"Yeah. Probably."
"When?"
"Whenever I feel like it."
"What if I attack you first?" He says. Is he trying to get To to shoot him? I mean, honestly! Suicidal.
She shrugs. "I dodge and then shoot you."
"You're pretty confident."
"Yep. I am. For good reason."
His lip curls. "What? You've killed people? You proud of that?"
"I'm not proud, but I've done it before. And I can do it again if I need to."
"Everybody else needs to die for you to survive, right?"
She snorts. "Yeah. Little slow on the uptake, huh? Have you been completely been missing the point of this thing?"
"No. I wasn't finished."
"I've got time. Shoot."
Eulkichu smiles with one side of his mouth, "Shoot. Funny. Anyway, you said that you aren't proud of what you've done. And you know that you'll need to let the same thing happen about ten more times for you to live. If you don't like killing, can you really want that?
"And actually, maybe it would even be better to die. I mean, let's face it. Will you ever get over all these deaths? Won't you wake up in the middle of the night, screaming, after your guilty conscience has kept you awake until all hours of the night? Do you want that?
"Maybe it would be better to die. You could escape that sort of horror. You could escape that living torture. And not only that. If you allowed yourself to die, you'd be a hero to the winner's family. You'd be forgiven. You could be noble, a martyr."
I can see To lose interest.
"Nice speech. If I wasn't as strong as I am, I might have bought it. But sorry, I want to live."
Just as she shoots, he dodges.