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As we are almost at the entrance of the forest Storm suddenly bursts through the trees, blood trickling down his cheek.

"Eilish?! Eilish?!" He shouts, before he sees us. He doesn't even worry to defend himself; he seems so distraught that he doesn't care. "Have you seen her?!" He asks, almost pleading to us.

"Storm, we know where she is…" I say before he interrupts.

"Where? Where is she?"

"Storm, listen."

"I need to find her!"

"Listen to me!" I scream in his face. "She's… she's dying."

His eyes immediately fill up with tears, his lip quivering.

"What?" He whimpers.

"Lexus got her, she injected her with poison. She's on the plain, over there." I say, not even able to look at him.

He doesn't reply and sprints over to her; I follow close behind with Griffin. She's still in the same state, worse. Her eyes are shaking slightly in their sockets; her lips have turned a dark purple.

"No. No, no, no, no." Storm repeats, his nails scraping down his face. He drops to his knees beside her, holding her trembling hand.

All me and Griffin can do is stand back and watch her death drag on and on before our eyes.

She mumbles a something that none of us can quite make out. We all look blankly at each other until Storm shakes her, indicating to say it again.

"Sta- me"

"What are you saying?" Storm cries, a tear rolling down his cheek.

She takes one deep breath. "Stab me." She says a lot clearer.

"No it's okay; we're going to save you." He says assuredly. I think he honestly does believe that himself. He begins taking out his water bottle and trying to pour it down her throat, causing her to choke.

"It's not going to work." I say. But he carries on. "Storm?"

Griffin suddenly picks Storm up and shouts straight in his face. "Listen to me! You can't save her, we know it, she knows it and deep down you know it! Get it over with; don't make her go through anymore."

Storm seems shook, looking at Griffin with the utmost hatred in his eyes.

"You do it!" He shouts back, twice as loud. Standing right next to Griffin.

"Fine!" He says, taking his knife from the side of his bodysuit. He bends down to Eilish and sweetens his tone. "It'll hurt a little, but it won't be for long okay?"

"No! Storm." She shouts, her voice breaking.

"Griffin let's go, we have to leave them." I say, tugging on his arm.

He looks at me, then back at Eilish, and reluctantly begins to tread away from her. I take the clover from my hair and place it in her hand gently.

"It will keep you safe." I whisper.

She manages a small smile and a tear rolls down her cheek.

I hug Storm as tightly as I can, and I hope that he remembers through all of this that I could never hurt him. I just need to trust that he himself will return the favour. He doesn't hug back; he just stares at Eilish with a pain so clear in his eyes.

This time we walk away and don't look back, our footsteps are heavy, causing the leaves to crackle underneath our feet. It doesn't matter though, there is no one near in sight and after Eilish has gone, we'll be the only alliance left. No one is going to challenge us.

"Where are we even going to go?" I ask.

"Back to where we always go." He says, obviously meaning the cave, our shelter.

He seems to have only just decided himself as he begins to veer to the left slightly, knowing the familiarity of these woods. We don't talk as we walk, I watch Griffin as he stumbles along, not looking at the floor, just focused on biting his nails.

A cannon.

We stop in our tracks, I look to see Griffin has torn half of his nail off in the last second, it spurts scarlet but I don't bother to mention it. All I can do is wonder if Storm could bring himself to stab Eilish, even if it meant she would suffer less, or if the poison got her.

"I can't even cry anymore." I say to Griffin, my voice emotionless.

"I never could. They don't let you at the training academy." He replies.

"Oh, I didn't know that."

He nods, now pretending that he is focusing on our route to avoid more small talk.

He could never cry? Around District 12 you would often see grown men weeping on the corner of streets, just in the hope that people will be sympathetic and possibly give them money or food.

We've had to try that before as well. My parents forbid us but Bluebell and I couldn't just sit and watch our family starve. Some days, instead of going to school, we would pick a small pot from the kitchen and walk the whole distance from our grubby house, all the way to the mayor's mansion.

We'd have to wake at 5 o'clock every morning to get to the mayor's house for 5.30, when he leaves for his work. He'd see us sitting outside of his garden and give us pitying looks.

"Where are your parents girls?" He'd ask and kneel beside us.

This was our chance to get his full sympathy, what's wrong with a tiny white lie if you're going to get food?

"We don't know." Bluebell would say, forcing a tear to drop.

"We're just so, so hungry." I would add, sucking in my stomach as far as it would go.

"You poor little sweethearts." Said the Mayor, before going inside and bringing us out two fresh loafs of bread. "Here you go. Now you can try to find your parents okay?"

"Thank you so much! How can we ever repay you?" Bluebell asks with a lisp.

"Don't be silly, it's my job to help my citizens."

And after that we left for home and slammed the bread on the table triumphantly. Mother would ask us where we had got them, and we lied, not very successfully, but she didn't question us.

"Pippa? Pippa can you hear that?" I shake my head and I'm back in reality, and had subconsciously wandered all the way to the clearing of the lake.

"Hear what?"

"The noise, listen." He replies, staying deadly silent.

I listen closely, and eventually I can hear a muffled sound, like the ticking of a clock. Or a timer.

"Yes I hear it, where is it coming from?"

"I don't know but…"

He is cut off by the deafening sound of an explosion. And it's happening right in front of our eyes. I see fire, lots of fire. And there are rocks flying towar-

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