Update: This is literally the funnest story I've ever written! Let's keep going! By the by, I've started changing POVs because it's been a bit hard to do the audience's point of view, so I'm switching! :)
Disclaimer: Suzanne Collins
Elk Blanche POV
I have only a small backpack with me, which I refuse to look at until I find shelter. The arena is so confusing. I weave in and out of giant silver orbs, black iron trees, and other multiple objects that I have no name for. My hair whips my neck, and my heart aches.
I haven't allowed myself time to grieve for Lake. I mean, he saved me life. He sacrificed his own life for mine. He must have really loved me. I allow a few tears to escape my eyes, but I don't stop running. After a few hours, I'm forced to stop, for fear of collapsing.
I sit down behind a big brown, gnarled and curled tree and am about to unpack my pack, whenever I realize, the Careers can see me. I look at the tree, and can't seem to figure out how in the world someone could not see this huge plant. I place my fingers on it, try to push on it, and I can't comprehend how the Gamemakers designed this arena.
I gather my belongings, and choose a tree to climb. I have a bit of a struggle, but I eventually make it high enough that I feel safe. I rip my backpack off and place it in front of me, distracting myself from the grief that is slowly creeping up on me.
I open the pack and take out slowly, a pack of crackers, a bottle of water, a small knife, a pair of gloves, and a bottle of iodine. I gratefully take a tiny sip of the water, and slip on the gloves. I try to figure out how I'm going to get to sleep whenever I'm suddenly wracking with sobs, clutching my stomach, and trying not to make any noise. I cry for Lake, and for all the other dead tributes. I cry for about two minutes then pull myself together. I cannot look weak.
I wipe my eyes, and turn my face into an indifferent mask. I gather my items, grab my knife, and fall from the tree, poised to kill. I ready myself, and walk into the distance.
Felicity McCartney's POV
I hear a noise, two screams, and then a cannon. I sit up quickly, alert. My limbs silently climb down the tree I was hiding in, and I clutch my knife tighter. I don't know much about how to handle a knife, but it seems simple enough. Just stab. Easy. Simple. Deadly.
I quickly and quietly weave through different colored trees and giant cubes. I hear another cannon, and raise the knife higher, stealing a few glances behind my back. I keep a good pace until I hear something.
I spin around, raising the knife higher, and looking around quickly. I hear another noise, and whip around again. This time, I am greeted by a tribute.
He's strong, tall, and stocky. He holds nothing, and his arms are raised above his head. He's a Career, that much I know. I saw his interview, heard his training score, and have seen him train. I just hold my knife tighter, until he gets down on his knees.
I advance on him. As I get closer, I can't help noticing, that in the moonlight, his eyes are so dark, they are black, but they are a beautiful black, with many deep crevices and valleys, a never-ending maze of beauty. I keep my eyes on his, and place the knife close to his throat.
"Why are you here?" I whisper menacingly. He winces, as the blade touches his throat.
He looks at me again. "I ran," he says, barely audible. I scowl.
"What?" I snap. I almost kill him then and there. He lets out a choked sound. I feel pity.
"I, I left. I left the Careers. I'm not with them any more, we, we disbanded," he murmurs, hardly able to enunciate. I exhale into his face, and slowly remove the blade from his throat.
He gasps, and falls to the ground. I see his hair, black and messy, with tufts standing out in the back. I can't help but notice how attractive it looks.
He's still on the ground. I tuck away my knife, and put out a hand. I know I should be more careful, but something about the situation makes me feel safe with him. He gratefully takes it, and I help pull him up. He towers over me, but I feel like that means nothing.
He looks at me, and I finally extend my hand.
"Allies?" I ask. He looks at me.
"Sure," he replies, and shakes my hand. His big hand completely covers my smaller one, but it's warm and comforting. We both try not to think of the obvious, and I actually crack a smile.
We both begin walking. He looks at me.
"What's your name?" he asks, casually. I adjust my gear. "What's yours?" I say back. He smiles at me this time.
"Dillon,"
Huh. What an attractive name. I look up at him.
"Felicity,"
A/N: And that's the end to that chapter. Please review and I hope you enjoyed!