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Hey guys, what's up? So yeah, this is the last chapter of The Boy Who Lost It All! But don't fret, because there will be another one out, and it's called The Boy with What? And that should be out later this week. There will be an epilogue to this, and it will have more information about the next book, and will also have a link to it So, yeah, thank you guys for all the support and reviews. It means so much to me! So until next time, here is the final Chapter of 'The Boy Who Lost it All,'
When the anthem play's, there are no faces. I hope we have another hour or so of peace, but it's almost too much to hope for. My gut has a strange knot in it, and I wonder if it's because I am so close to death. Or it's from all the food we ate. We leave the camp soon after that, heading back up to the lightning tree soon after. Beetee and Finnick secure the wire, and then start wrapping it around the tree.
Beetee's side has a strange pattern starting, and I have to wonder if it's strange to want to draw it. I shake my head, and wipe my knife on the edge of my swim trunks. We hear the wave crashing when they finish wrapping the tree up.
Beetee gathers us together, and tells us the rest of the plan. Johanna and Katniss will go off, taking the wire down through the jungle to the beach. If they move quickly, they would make it in time, to drop the spool into the water and get back to us in time.
"I want to go with them as a guard," I say instantly.
"You're too slow. Besides, I'll need you at this end. Katniss will guard," I open my mouth to argue. "There's no time to debate this! I'm sorry. If the girls are to get out of there alive, they need to move. Now."
And with that he hands Johanna the coil. He doesn't even look at me, but goes back to fiddling with a loose end of the wire.
"It's okay," She says resting her hand on my cheek. "We'll just drop the coil and come straight back up."
"Not into the lightning zone head for the tree in the one-to-two-o'clock sector. If you find you are running out of time, move over one more. Don't even think about going back on the beach, though, until I can assess the damage," Beetee reminds them.
"Don't worry. I'll see you at midnight," She murmurs and kisses me. She pulls her hand off my cheek but I catch it and press one more kiss to her knuckle. Like I did so long ago in our first Game. She turns to Johanna with a nod and they dart off. I run my hand through my hair roughly, yanking at it, annoyed with myself.
"Calm down, Lover boy, don't worry she'll be back," Finnick smirks. I turn and glare harshly at him. I clench the end of my knife; remembering the last person to call me that wanted me dead.
"Finnick, stop harassing the boy, we don't have much time left any way," Beetee mumbles out. I glance up, not understanding.
"What do you mean?" I ask him.
"Should we tell him? What if…" Finnick trails, glancing around. I do as well but see nothing.
"Well, we'll need to soon, but…" Again, Beetee trails off.
"What the hell guys, just tell me what's going on!" I exclaim. They exchange a glance for a moment.
"We have to very careful right now, Peeta. Please just trust us. You won't have to worry much longer," Beetee says. Worry. Katniss.
"What did you do to her? Is Johanna…?" I start backing away from the two of them, my hand tight around my knife.
"Oh, Peeta, please. We would never do that! But we need to be very careful. We can't explain more," Finnick says.
"What are you planning Odair?" I growl out, holding up my knife.
"Nothing! Please Peeta," But I turn my back to them, darting into the jungle.
"Katniss!" I shout out, bursting through the foliage. I call her name a few times, but then silence myself, worried that others might be looking for her too. I lose my knife as I run, but I don't care. I dive into the brush when I see Johanna running back up the slope, blood on her shirt and face. No. I get up once she's gone and start running franticly toward where she just came from. I hear people, but the voices are deep, unlike the light voice that is Katniss.
"What are you saying, Chaff? What do you expect? I won once, I'll win again," Brutus's voice says evilly. I crouch to the ground and peak through the bushes and watch. Chaff has a large cut on his good arm and it's bleeding heavily. Brutus is holding onto a knife and Enobaria is walking into the jungle. Brutus's eyes are dilated and he looks like he's gone insane.
"Bye, bye, Eleven," And he shoves the knife deep into Chaff's chest. He makes no move to fight. He doesn't scream or move. He just falls limp to the ground. The canon booms. He's dead.
I burst from my spot, anger fueling me, as a ram my shoulder into Brutus. He's knocked off balance, but doesn't fall over. I try to grab a rock, trying to smash his skull. But he catches my arm first, and I fall back. His knife clashes onto the rock I'm holding, hard, and he moves so he's almost sitting on me. I would have the upper hand, but with a knife pressed hard close to my throat, and the only way I could kill him would be to move so I could grab his knife from his hand. However, right now it's just barely an inch from cutting my windpipe.
Lucky for me, he starts getting cocky, loosening his grip on the knife, taunting me. I wait, pretending to give up, until he is barely holding the knife. I thrust my hand up, cutting my palm, as hard as I can. I hold onto the actual sharp metal for a moment, but then flip it over shoving it into his throat. . He lets out a loud yowl, but it cuts off to a gurgling sound. He falls off of me, clutching his throat, and I role over, digging my knife into his chest. A canon doesn't go off for 5 minutes. But finally one does. I stand, stumbling around and huffing. My chest hurts.
I just killed someone. I didn't even think about it. Just killed them. Not even quickly, I made them suffer. I start huffing even louder, scrambling to get away from the bloodied body. I see he has bite marks on his ankle. Maybe he was insane. Maybe I did him a favor. No. I killed him.
"No. No. No," I mutter over and over again. I killed him. I killed him. I killed...StopI command myself. Katniss she's alive. She's safe. Your child...Stop, it's not real. That was a lie. No child.
I fumble around again. Running again, the knife tight in my cut hand. It hurts, but the pain is enough to keep me moving. Till my last breath, I will protect her.
"Katniss!" I scream out. "Katniss!" To protect her, I need her with me. I just keep shouting her name as loud as I can. Maybe I can take some more people out in the process.
"Peeta! Peeta! I'm here! Peeta! I'm here! I'm here!" She's screaming louder than me. But she must be farther away. I start sprinting faster, harder, not caring that I could easily be given away. My hand pulses harshly, and the blood makes the knife slick. But I don't care. A cannon booms.
"Katniss!" I shriek out. No answer. "Katniss!" I howl again. Tears fall down my cheeks. I stab at the ground around me. No. No. No. She can't be dead. But...the canon. I slash around harshly, destroying the plants around me. I slash far enough into a tree that water gushes out of it. I slash hard enough into a shrub that by the time I'm done with it, there's no way to tell it was a shrub.
I hear a zap as I'm swinging the knife around. I hope I hit the force field. But I didn't. Sparks rain down around me, the soft, blue looking feathers. But they singe your skin when they touch you. The force field is gone. We can escape.
But now what is the point? Katniss is dead, and I should be to. I now start to run, the sparks raining down, loud booming sounds going off around me. Not cannons, but something else. As I run, looking for an active mutt or some other way to die, I see the fireworks. The Gamemakers are trying to hide the chaos. But it's not hiding anything from me. Its blood rain right now I think, maybe I can drown myself in it, maybe. But what if I'm wrong? I'm not going to take the chance.
I run over as fast as I can to the beach. I can drown myself. I dive into the water, swimming as deep as I could into it. I dig the knife into the ground to hold myself there. But something raps around chest, pulling me out of the water. I cough harshly, breathing in the fresh air. No. I need to die. I'm pulled into a hovercraft, shivering from the cold air. I look around, slightly surprised at what I see.
Everyone is frantic. Enobaria is there, shouting when she sees me. Johanna is shaking, tears falling down her face. I didn't even know shecouldcry. Servants are sprinting around to help everyone. Other residents don't know what's going on. But I do here something. Everyone is repeating it, over and over.
"Rebellion."
Someone runs over to me, asking all sorts of questions. I never answer. They tend to my hand, and other cuts and bruises along my body. A blanket is thrown over my shoulders, and I'm soon dry of the water that had once been my way to death. I stop crying at a point and let my now icy heart shroud me. Katniss was dead. I was alive. This didn't end correctly.
I won't eat. I won't drink.
Finally they just knock me out so I can have some peace.