Did you know that district partners have a five percent chance of being put next to each other in the Bloodbath? The Gamemakers try to mix it up, you see – they don't want to make it too easy for allies to find each other, and tributes are more likely too ally with their district partner than any other tribute. Samantha and Ferris were lucky. They were standing next to each other. That hardly ever happens – and I wonder why it happened to them?
They didn't get any supplies, but that's alright. I would rather them be alive, and they did manage to find their other ally – Marley from Nine – who had been sent a backpack by her mentor. I wonder, is it Wheaton or Brandy who sent it? Doesn't matter, I guess.
Right now, they're trampling through the city. Poor darlings don't know how to be quiet – especially the girl from Nine, who is unfamiliar with an urban environment and keeps stumbling over the uneven footpaths. It's no wonder the girl from Three heard them – they haven't noticed her yet, and she's been following them for about five minutes now.
"Stop walking," says Three. She seems to melt out of the rubble and rubbish strewn through the street – she snuck up behind them like it was nothing. Hope they know to watch this one, she's dangerous. Both my kids jump. Poor little things. "There's a trap there, Nine, don't take another step unless you want to see from a bird's perspective."
"Trap?" says Ferris nervously.
"How do you know?" asks Marley, crossing her arms and glaring. I like this girl. My kids picked a good ally. She might not be the smartest, but she sure is tough. In my Games, I killed the girl from Nine – sent her head flying in one neat swipe with my sword – Brandy never has liked me very much. Hope that little grudge doesn't affect our kids – that wouldn't be fair at all, you know.
Three grins. "I set it." I like her too. She's a little bit crazy – all of the Victors are a little bit crazy. We need to be if we want to survive.
"Why are you telling us?"
"I'm saving my traps for the Careers. I don't want to waste them on you.
Marley glares at her, but Samantha doesn't. "Well, thanks!" she says, gratefully.
"Leave me alone now, please."
Marley grabs my kids and begins to walk away – avoiding the trap. Samantha tugs her arm out of Marley's grip. "Wait," she says, and holds out her packet of crackers to the girl.
"Samantha, we need those!" Marley protests, trying to snatch them out of Samantha's hand.
Samantha holds them away, out of Marley's grasp. She looks disdainfully at her ally – uh oh. I need them to stick together. "So does she, and she could have let us die."
Marley looks back and forth between her allies and the girl from Three, a vein in her forehead twitching. Ferris doesn't say anything in Samantha's favour – he stares down at his feet nervously, not wanting to be caught in the middle – silly boy, but I guess I can relate to that, you know? After what seems like forever, Marley sighs. "Fine," she grumbles, crossing her arms.
Three delicately takes the crackers and sniffs them, not taking her eyes off my three kids – I suppose Marley is mine now, too. If Ferris and Samantha stick with her, that is.
The girl from Three smiles at them, and darts away into the rubble, disappearing from view. She is quick, which is good for her. They won't catch her easily.
There's enough money in the account to send them another packet of crackers. It's for Samantha. I hope she knows what it means, and sticks with Marley – it's the best chance she has.
Rosemary is one of my favourite OCs – she appeared in my story Falling Flying Falling. If you've read that, you might recognise that the writing in this doesn't quite match the writing of that chapter – my reasoning is that this time she isn't about to die, so she's a little less flustered and crazy and whatever.
Anyway, hope you liked the chapter. Have a good day and everything.