A Hunger Games Story Chapter 12
The next morning in 10, Jerome was cooking breakfast when Patrick walked into the room.
"It's been a week. That poor boy is being tortured watching her day after day. Dreading if she will live today." Patrick said. "Hasn't left that room all this time."
"Except to use the bathroom." Jerome said. "Though he hardly drinks any liquids."
"Would have been easier if she had died on the first day. He wouldn't be torturing himself." Patrick said.
Jerome took a moment before speaking again. He was about to say something mean and loud, but to a breath before responding. "She's made it this far. There's only 7 tributes left. She has a chance."
"Not while those careers are still out there." Patrick said.
"It's just the two from district 2." Jerome said, referring to Cato and Clove.
"What about that bulky kid from the next district over. He could kill her just by stepping on her." Patrick said, referring to Thresh.
Jerome shook his head. "They can't kill her if they can't find her."
"They'll finds her if she's the only other one left. What-do you think they'll starve to death before they find her?" Patrick said.
"People have won by hiding-" Jerome said.
"Not in a long time." Patrick said. "The game makers want to see action. You saw what they did to that girl from 12 jsut for getting too close to the edge. ANd the purposefully drew her towards other tributes. They want to see killings."
"Emily has already killed one tribute." Jerome said.
Patrick raised his eyebrow. "Well." He leaned against the counter. "Who are the others left?"
"There's the 2 tributes from 12. And there's also a red haired girl from 5." Jerome said.
On the seventh day in the game, Emily woke up from inside the bush. It rustled as she got of it.
She made her way over to the pond as usual. She walked into the water that went up to her stomach. She was so close the blind spot when someone found her.
"10!" A voice called.
Emily gasped, knowing who's voice it was. Any voice would have sparked alarm but this voice was the worst of all. Clove.
"Aha! I found you." Clove said. She held a couple of knives in her hand.
Emily tried to leave the pond as quickly as possible. The water made each step a slow task. It was like being trapped in a nightmare, trying to run away from a villain but can only move at a slow pace.
Clove threw a knife towards Emily. I landed in Emily's arm.
Emily shouted in pain. She pulled out her own knife from her backpack with her good arm. She turned back, seeing Clove about to throw another knife. Emily whimpered and went underwater.
Clove huffed and jumped in the water after her.
Emily swam under the pond, leaving a trail of blood from her arm. She could only swim with her legs and one arm. It hurt too much to move the other arm.
Clove caught up with her as Emily reached the shallow end of the pond. She tackled Emily down, almost all the way under the water. Clove giggled and tilted her head at Emily. She hit Emily's hand down, making her release her weapon.
Emily looked up at her attacker, powerless and still bleeding into the pond. Emily closed her hands and tried to get up, but Clove was too strong. Clove was also small but she muscles were well hidden. "What do you have to live for!?" Emily asked. "What is waiting for you if you survive?"
Clove narrowed her eyes at her. She held a knife in her hand and ran in across Emily face.
"I have family. My father. My best friend Liam. My animals. What do you have?"
Clove stalled for a moment. Her grip on Emily weakened just long enough for Emily to break free. Emily grabbed her knife in the pond and quickly aimed for Clove's heart.
Before Emily could strike, Clove used her knife to jab into Emily's stomach. Emily gasped in pain, but she held the knife. She could only manage to slice Clove's leg before falling down into the water.
Clove left the pond with Emily floating around. Clove put her arm over her mouth to avoid screaming from the pain. She limped out of the pond, getting back to Cato.
Emily lied in the pond, floating at the surface. She was bleeding from her stomach and her arm. She looked up at the fake sky. There were no clouds. Emily could feel the artificial warmth of the sun as she passed on.