Day Seven: Lorna
Lorna scrambled to her feet just in time to see Maggie pointing and hear her scream. Spinning around she felt Iris tackle her to the ground. The two girls rolled around, Lorna screaming bloody murder into the elder ones ears.
"Where's your lover now, pretty one? Weak one?" The tribute hissed as they struggled, Iris had the disadvantage of her bow strapped to her back, Lorna the one of being smaller.
"You'll be seeing him again shortly- oh wait, I forgot you won't be going to Heaven."Lorna spat as she managed to roll them over and grabbed her knife. Fuming Iris pushed her hard thus causing the redhead to stumble backwards. They were right at the edge of the giant hole in the ground. Iris quickly strung her bow but jerked to a stop, a knife suddenly lodged between her eyes, Lorna panting in front of her.
Then she fell backwards into the canyon and Lorna turned, running along the edge, chest heaving and hard eyes flashing.
The canon shot rang triumphantly in her ears.
Then the familiar sound of a parachute stopped her. Catching it she almost threw up, remembering what she received parachutes for. Killing.
This one had a note, "Stay with us. Use your head. –F" In the box was a single serving of broth and two pills. She took them with the broth and felt a sense of peace wash over her as for the first time her mind sharpened again. She felt like herself a bit. Finally she was able to function, at least for a while. She looked at the fish in her pocket. It blinked. Time to find Arnold.
Time to go home.