Day 10 (Chrissy's PoV)
The suns rays shone brightly onto my eyelids, which fluttered open. It was already beginning to get light out. The feast would be starting soon; then again, with my sleeping in patterns, it might've already started.
No, that couldn't have happened, I tried to reassure myself. I had to get that bag.
Rather absent-mindedly, I grabbed my backpack with my small knives for defense. It seemed heavier than I remembered, but I ignored it.
I ran through the arena, making my way to the cornucopia. The weather was extremely hot and dry. It was a bit of an improvement from yesterday's storms, but it still wasn't fun. It was a good amount of time before I reached the cornucopia.
I waited along the edges on the outside of it and behind some plants to stay hidden better.
Nothing about the scene triggered me to believe that the feast had already taken place. I figured the capitol wouldn't let it go without anyone dying and I hadn't heard any cannons yet. It was relieving to know that I hadn't missed it.
All I had to do now was wait.
(Scoria's PoV)
I saw the trapdoor under the cornucopia open and reveal a large backpack with food, water, weapons and medicine. I ran out to go grab it, but I was followed closely by Jewell.
"I wasn't expecting to see you hear," she called.
I really should've ignored her and kept running, but I didn't. I stopped mid-way and turned to her. "Why?"
"It's just, you seemed like you were going crazy after you saw that little girl die. You know, the one I killed." She did her best to imitate my frantic screaming then erupted into a fit of laughter. "Oh, and I can only imagine how you reacted to the death of your precious boyfriend."
"He's not my boyfriend," I said tensely.
"Well, not anymore," she pointed out. "He's dead now."
"You see that's the difference between you and me," she went on. "You think you're so tough, but you're really not. You care about people. You get upset when something bad happens to someone you care about. And look at you now; you're a complete mess. There's no way you can win in that state. I can win though. I only look out for myself. Caring makes you weak."
I could've shot her, right now. It wouldn't have been hard. I had my gun in my hand and she was in my range. And once I took her out, I could win easily.
But what would happen if I did win? I had wanted to defy the capitol in some way, but I had no idea what I was doing. And going home didn't seem so great either. The only person I liked back there had come here too. I had just watched the only people I learned to care about die right in front of me. If I won, I would have nothing to go back to. Nothing to live for.
I locked eyes with Jewell before throwing my handgun aside.
"Do your worst."
(Chrissy's PoV)
I didn't understand. I knew Scoria was a better fighter then Jewell. She could've taken her. Why did she give up?
Jewell grabbed her knives and began stabbing. Unable to watch, I averted my eyes away from that to see a figure heading towards the cornucopia.
It was Willow, the girl from district 7. She was just walking up to the cornucopia, in no hurry whatsoever, and nobody else was noticing her. I could've laughed at Jewell. She was so busy trying to make sure that Scoria had the worst death as possible, that she didn't even realize that the very thing that she came to the middle of the arena for was being taken right behind her.
Willow hoisted the backpack onto her shoulders and continued to walk back to wherever she came from.
I decided I it was a good idea to leave the area. I did not want to be there when Jewell found out.
I was a little upset about not getting the bag, but I'd much rather Willow have it than Jewell any day.
On the way back to my base, I heard Scoria's cannon fire. I still couldn't believe what she had done. Moments later that was followed by a shriek from Jewell. She was not happy about losing the supply bag.
The walk back seemed much warmer and air didn't seem as clear. At first I thought it was fog, but as I advanced towards my base to see it in flames, it became very clear that it was smoke.
I quickly ran the other direction. The fire was huge, only the game-makers could've caused it. It didn't seem to be chasing me though. I wondered why it was there until I remembered my supplies. I left nearly all of it back at my base. I only brought one backpack with me. I took it off of my shoulders and unzipped it.
It wasn't my backpack.
It was Ashby's spare bag, which I now realized look exactly like all of the others. She didn't take this one with her when she was carrying out offensive plans. She used this one to remind her of Sage. It had nothing in it except for the mace he had taken from the cornucopia on the first day.
Great, just great. I didn't know what to do with a mace. I sighed nervously. I had no idea what I was going to do. I was one of three tributes left, I had no allies, no food, no water, and a weapon that I had no clue how to use.
