Blaze: The sky is turning pink and orange on the dawn of yet another horrific day. Now, there are only thirteen of us left. Five more deaths, and we'll be to the final eight. My eyes are heavy and my throat is dry. Getting up slowly, as not to wake the others, I head over to where our packs lay. Four water bottles, that's all we have.
After taking a large gulp from one of them, something hits me: Analease and Caleb are gone. Dread knots in my stomach. Did they betray us? Heading over to Tristan, I quickly shake him awake.
"What's up?" He mumbles.
"Caleb and Analease,"
"Yeah, what about them?"
"They're gone!"
"What do you mean?" He asks in a tired tone.
"I mean exactly what I said, they're gone!" I say becoming annoyed.
"They went off to find some food, we're on water duty."
"What? When did you guys decide this?" I snap.
"This morning when you were still asleep."
"Why would we need to by on water duty? Last time I checked, I thought we were working as a team!"
"I thought you were the smart one. Obviously in our situation, it's better to divide and conquer." he says, sitting up. I'm about to ask him what will happen if they get separated from us, when I realize he's not wearing a shirt and his pants are laying by the stream. My cheeks turn bright red, and I quickly turn away.
"Don't worry, I'm wearing boxers," he chuckles.
"I don't really care, just put some clothes on!" I squeak.
"But I'm hot," he complains. 'Damn right you are,' says my mental voice. I have to tell myself yet again to shut up.
"I don't care! I'm... I'm going to find some water!" I inform him, getting to my feet and heading off.
"What I to do?" He calls.
"Put on a strip show! Maybe that way we can get some sponsor money." I fire back, and with that, I leave.
The jungle is filled with the sounds of birds calling and bugs and a breath-taking humidity. Sweat starts to cover my face and run down my cheeks and forehead. I'm panting before I know it and as I continue on, I keep my eyes and ears open for any signs of water, but not drinking water. As Katniss warned, the only available drinking water here is in the bottles or from our sponsors. Even if drinking water is priority right now, I wouldn't mind a nice cool pool to cool off in. Out of nowhere, a trumpet sounds.
"Hello surviving tributes," Comes a female voice that sends chills down my spine, "congratulations on making it this far. Incase you don't already know, this is Katniss. Let's get to the pint. To make things a bit more fun this year we're having a new rule. It's called," her voice pauses and the sound of ruffling paper is followed with a quiet, "what the Hell? You have got to be kidding me!," her tone is uneasy and disturbed as she says, "The 'Katniss X Peeta X2 Rule.' This rule will allow two teams to win the game if both tributes are remaining. How cliche. Anyhow that means yes, four people can win this game. So good luck and bye."
My hearts drops. Why, why did they have to make such a stupid rule? Obviously they aren't going to follow through. In the end, this is just a silly ploy to get people's hopes up before crushing them. If they can get us to think all of us can survive, chances are we'll let each other get closer. Then, in the end, if will be fun to watch us murder each other after we've all learned how to trust one another. It's sickening.
Revenge breeds hypocrisy. Just because you call it revenge, it doesn't justify doing the thing you hate having done to you. The rebels said they hated the Hunger Games and now that they've won, they're turning into the Capitol. How can't they see it? Yes, maybe this time the ones who are being watched are wealthy children not those dying of poverty; but still, it's a life and death game and they enjoy watching it.
And now, with this little show, they are becoming the Capitol. From the beginning, everything was done the same. This really is just the same game, run by a different group in the name of justice. From the stylists to the interview to the sponsors and now to this rule, everything is exactly the same. Why do people say one thing and do the other? How can Katniss live with herself knowing she's a hypocrite? Maybe, she doesn't see; maybe she doesn't let herself see it. However, the way things are going, the Rebels will turn out as corrupt as the Capitol ever was.
A noise snaps me out of my rant of anger. The bushes rustle and I spin towards them. The light is getting brighter, but still dark enough that it makes it hard to see. I squint my eyes, trying to get a better visual as I slowly draw out my knife with my good arm. I can just barely make the figure out. It's too large to be a animal and standing upright. Squinting harder I can tell by the outline it's a girl with dark hair. She's about my own height. Who could it be?
Tired of this game, I get up my nerves and yell, "There's no point in hiding or trying to ambush me, I can see you so come out!"
"With pleasure," says a voice that's too familiar for comfort. After a second, I recognize it and let a silent scream tear through my body. Horror and fear spike inside me with good reason. How can this be happening? I must be going insane because, the voice is my own.
A/N: Oh what's happening? Find out next chapter :D