The Lady Of The Lake

So here we are again, for Chapter 38...over 750 reviews in (seriously guys? That's awesome)

A short upload gap between this chapter and the last one, and it will only be a short day gap til Chapter 29 too. I can't leave you guys hanging, and everything is revealed in Chapter 39!

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This chapter features the climax of the brutal Quarter Quell...

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Chapter 38

A few hours later I come to, finding the anxious face of Fells in front of me, crouching as he drips water into my mouth.

"There you are," he says softly, amber eyes gleaming softly before he reaches back and produces a slightly wrinkled apple, "Eat up, it'll do you good to get some sugars in your system."

Obiediently I take a bite, slowly chewing on the sweet fruit, as I catalogue my state of being.

My face feels swollen and stiff, the way it only can after a long, hard, cry, my back feels much better, and as I shift slightly I can feel leaves bound around it, holding some kind of poultice against it. I blink at Fells questioningly and he smiles in understanding.

"Back home in 9 I work as a Healer." He explains, "There aren't many herbs to work with here, but enough to get by."

"Thank you," I mumble quietly and he just smiles again, pressing a light kiss to my forehead.

"You eat that and then you get some more rest okay? Sleep well." And he gets to his feet, before moving off to join Enrid and Sefir who are a ways off around a small campfire.

They've hidden it behind a rock, and they've wrapped me up in my blankets, keeping me warm, while also giving me privacy.

I'm thankful for it and close my eyes, dropping the core of the frut nearby, before curling up.

Sefir and Enrid are polishing their weapons, slicking the metal carefully until they are completely coated and glisten with it. Fells too takes up his equipment and polishes too, the three sitting in silence for a few moments.

It's as I lay there that the men's voices drift over.

"How is she?" Sefir asks gravely.

"Her wounds weren't serious, they'll heal." Fells' even voice replies.

"Injuries aren't always visible." Enrid's deep voice rumbles out, "She's taken more than physical blows."

"I can only heal what I can see." Fells points out dryly, "And until she tells us, we can't really help."

"These games are vicious," Sefir grunts, shaking his head, "Usually there are days between Tributes dying…and then usually only one…"

"It's an unpopular Games." Fells reminds him lightly, "The Capitol isn't happy, and so the GameMakers want it entertaining, but done as soon as can be."

"Still…five in one day." Enrid shakes his head, "Unusual."

"Wiress and Beetee, were they with anyone else?" Sefir asks, "We're together, Sky was with Katniss, Johanna was with Sigrin, and last I saw Finnick was dragging Cato off. That was just after the reptile attack though…could have changed."

Something about what he says strikes me as odd, but I can't quite grasp it. Johanna was with Sigrin? But…

"If they were alone, they had no chance." Enrid growls softly, "Beetee is clever, but…"

"Yeah," Fells sighs, "But sometimes even brains can't help if you're surrounded by creatures wanting your liver for its meal."

Wiress and Beetee must have been the two I heard earlier in the ice fields, but the men are still talking about them like they are alive. It makes me frown into the grass. They're dead, the men need to accept it, and move on.

"You know what it means though." Enrid's voice is quiet when he speaks again, "Tomorrow."

"Yeah," Fells responds, his voice unusually sombre, "I know…"

They don't expand and I frown again, even as drowsiness sweeps over me.

As I fall asleep I hear Fells speak once more.

"You'll look after her won't you?"

I hear Sefir reply something, and then…darkness claims me once more.

In the morning I stir slowly, blinking my gritty eyes over towards the camp across the plateau.

Fells and Enrid are gone, with all their gear too, weapons, bedrolls, packs…there is no sign that they were ever there. Sefir is sitting on the rock that sheltered their fire last night, and he's looking out over the fire, and the ice fields.

Slowly I get to my feet and move to join him.

"Sky," He smiles as I clamber up to sit beside him, "You slept well?"

I nod, and then ask quietly, "I missed the Fallen last night…whose cannons fired?"

The big man sighs, but he answers, honest as ever, "Beetee and Wiress from 3, Johanna from 7, Sigrin from 10 and…Katniss from 12."

I let out a shaky breath, "Who's left?"

"Gloss and Cashmere, Cato and Enobaria, Finnick and you, me, Fells and Enrid and Peeta."

"We've lost 14 Victors," I say flatly, thinking of the Rebellion and their supposed rescue, "Out of 24. In five days."

"Sky…" he says softly and then sighs, "We should move on, see if we can meet up with some of the others. Have you seen anyone other than…."

Katniss, her name hangs there, heavy, full of meaning.

"Yes, I was with Gloss, Cato, Peeta and Finnick. But…we got separated…or rather...I did."

Sefir whistles softly, "That's a fighting group. Wonder where Cashmere and Enobaria are…"

"Where are Fells and Enrid?" I ask quietly, glancing around, "The idea is safety in numbers, where have they gone?"

Sefir rolls his eyes, "They thought it would be best if they went into the ice portion, look for anyone remaining in that half of the arena, while you and I go into the fire part. Try and get everyone to regroup at the Cornucopia."

It makes some kind of sense. And things are getting desperate.

There are only ten of us left.

"We should go," I hop down from the rock, stroking a hand lightly over the small bump of my belly. It's comforting to feel the curve of it, knowing that inside me, grows a small life. One that I hope to bring into a world where there are no Hunger Games.

It steadies me as I go over to pack up my blankets, grounds me as I sling it all onto my back with only a faint wince.

Man…Fells knows his stuff.

Sefir joins me, and then we walk down the hill, away from the Ice and down towards the plains smoking with ash and fire.

"You know…water doesn't much get along with fire." I point out dryly, and Sefir laughs.

"I'll protect you," he reassures me dropping a kiss down on the top of my head, "Fucking fire won't know what hit it."

It makes me smile slightly until we reach the bridge across, and, remembering Katniss' and my discussion about Ragnarok, I glance down.

And gasp.

The water is now almost lapping at the bridge.

Oh yes, there is definitely a time limit to this Arena, until it's completely flooded….

Flooded.

The Gamemakers want someone who can swim to win…Finnick….or me. We are the two they would know with absolute certainty can outswim competition.

Are these Game odds, stacked so heavily in our favour?

"Sky?" Sefir has paused, looking back at me in concern, "You alright?"

"Yeah," I force my legs to move, and soon enough we pass through the invisible border into the fire lands. The air here is hot, dry heat scalding across my skin, and ash is heavy through the sky, drifting like the white snow flakes of District 12, and across the way in the frozen reaches.

The earth crunches under our boots as I let Sefir lead the way, following him even as I slip my hands into my pack, drawing out the long hunting daggers I'd chosen. I miss my Trident, but I'd lost it in the tumble from the bridge, swept away down the river, probably never to be seen again.

So I have to content myself with these and I slide them into my belt, my fingers fingering the smooth polish coating their blades.

Peeta'd polished them…after the snowcats. Needing something to do, he'd polished his own, and then mine.

Thinking of the boy from 12 makes me smile even as tears prickle. He'd have seen Katniss in the sky last night. He'd know she was gone. How he must be feeling…

I push it away, and press on, sticking close to Sefir as we start to climb a jagged ridge. It's hard work, even with my hands and body mostly healed, thanks to Katniss and Fells' care, but soon enough we reach the top.

We are on the edge of a deep, steep caldera, and Sefir sucks in a sharp breath as we suddenly spot two figures running through the ash and fire plumes.

I can barely see them, they are merely shadows and once again I curse my eyesight.

"Who is it?" I ask him urgently, "Sefir, I can't see, who is it!"

"Cashmere," He responds, his voice sounding choked, "And Peeta."

"Peeta!" I stare wildly into the ash again, and gasp as suddenly winged creatures dive out of the air, screeching loudly, "Holy fuck!"

"Dragons!" Sefir looks as freaked out as I do, "Quick, we have to move."

But the Dragons aren't after us, that much is obvious.

They don't even look at us.

Fire billows down across the plain and I see the two figures veer, dim shadows that it hurts to strain and see.

"We have to help them!" I shout to Sefir, and start slipping and sliding down the steep slope in the caldera, "Come on."

"Sky!" Sefir lunges after me, grabbing my jacket, "No! It's too dangerous!"

That does it.

I grab the front of his jacket in return and yank, sending him toppling off the ridge and down the slope, dragging me with him as we roll down the rocky incline. We hit the bottom with a loud thump and Sefir groans.

"You've been hanging out with District 2 women too long…"

"Come on," I growl at him, scrambling to my feet, "We have to help!"

He groans again but somehow straggles to his feet and sets off after me at a stumble. I meanwhile run as fast as I can, dodging around plumes of fire and ash as I go. Sefir quickly catches up to me, and then the pace picks up, with me trying to keep up with his longer legs. He's larger, but I'm faster, in the end.

We hurtle around a corner and dive for cover as fire suddenly blasts over our heads.

The dragon screeches above us, and once again we scramble to our feet and start running again.

"Peeta!" I scream, needing to hear him reply, "Peeta! Cashmere! Peeta!"

"Sky!" I hear her voice and veer sharply to the left, diving under a low rock shelf, followed closely by Sefir and another plume of flame from the dragons maw.

"Cash," Sefir bends over her, and then he swears viciously as he uncovers her wounds, deep, oozing slashes that bleed heavily. She's already pale, already fading, but her eyes, those beautiful green eyes, are still sharp.

"Sefir…you know…you have to…"

"Fuck…Cash…" he strokes her hair gently, "You couldn't just do it simply could you?"

She chuckles wetly and I clench my hands, the ragged nails cutting into my palms.

"Sef….give my brother a kiss from me? When you see him?"

He glares at her innocent expression, "Kiss him yourself. You'll see him soon."

She laughs again, and then shudders, pain spasming over her beautiful face, "Sef….make it quick…"

"Fuck…" he reaches for his shortsword and Cashmere's eyes slowly move to mine.

"Forgive me," she whispers, and her hand reaches out to me, "Sky….please…forgive me…"

I reach out too, but our fingertips barely brush before she goes limp, and I look up to see Sefir slowly sliding his knife out of her body, hunched over painfully as he does.

There is no pain for me, not yet. There is still one more thing waiting, and my heart is aching already.

'Forgive me.'

Why did she need forgiveness?

There is only one answer.

"Peeta!" I roll out from under the outcropping, not heeding Sefir's shouts for me to come back, and I take off, back the way we'd come, searching, searching.

'Forgive me.'

"Please…please…" I beg and then I hear it, a soft call of my name.

"Sky…"

I leap up the hill, scrabbling slightly as I pull myself towards the small cave that I can suddenly see; now I look, now that I'm not running for my life.

"Peeta!" I reach it and roll inside fingers already reaching for him, finding his soft fair hair, "Oh thank god, Peeta, Peeta…"

"Sky…" his hand curls around mine, and he smiles.

But there is something wrong, and soon enough my eyes adjust enough that I can see it, the handle of the knife impaling him through his side.

"No…" the word leaves me, harsh, broken, furious, "NO!"

"Sky," his hands find mine as they reach for the blade, "Sky…I'm…its over."

"No," I shake my head, "No I can save you, please, I have to, I have to save you." I reach for the hilt again but gently he pushes them away.

"You know…removing it…will only make it happen…faster…"

Tears fill my eyes, I do know…god help me I do.

"You can't leave me," I whisper, pressing my forehead against his, "Please, Peeta, I love you so much, don't leave me."

"I love you too," he strokes my cheek, and swallows, "But Katniss…it's only right that I…follow…"

"It's my fault, I'm sorry," I break down then, crying, sobbing tears, "I couldn't save her, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it happened so fast."

"Sky…" he cups my cheek softly, thumb rubbing over my skin, "It's not your fault, never your fault."

"I should have protected her." I weep bitterly into his jacket, torn now, useless, "I should have protected you. I'm sorry…."

"Sky…" he makes me look at him, "Sky…this is how…it's meant to be."

I shake my head but he nods softly, his hand stroking my hair, "No."

"Yes," he says firmly, "Katniss needs me…where I'm going, she needs me."

"Please…" I beg, just once more, my voice soft, quiet, pleading, "Please."

"Goodbye for now…Sky….I'll see you…soon." He whispers and suddenly I feel his fingers at my waist, curling around one of the daggers there.

"No!" I cry out, reaching, but it's too late.

Peeta slides the blade, slick with the polish he'd so carefully rubbed into it, into his own chest.

And falls still, his eyes….closing.

"No…" I whimper the word and then I scream it, "No!"

"Sky!" Sefir's voice sounds panicked, "Sky! Where are you?"

The thought of leaving him, abandoning Peeta now, even though he's gone, beyond my help, hurts, but I cannot ignore the panic in his voice, Sefir needs me.

I tumble out of the cave, stumbling down the slope where Sefir races over to me, scooping me up in his arms as he goes, running.

The dragons screech from behind us, even as I hear the faint, familiar sounds of the Capitol hovercrafts, coming to take Cashmere and Peeta away.

'Forgive me'

"She killed him," I sob into Sefir's shirt, "He's gone…my Sunshine's gone…"

Sefir doesn't answer, just holds me tighter as he runs, until we leave the dragons…and their victims…far behind.


The anthem blasts across the Arena, and I lift my head, almost unwillingly, from its place on Sefir's chest. We're huddled in a shallow outcrop, sheltered from the falling ash, and from the sight of airborne predators.

I feel him too, look up at the sky above, and we both read the hated words, The Fallen, emblazoned across the sky.

Cashmere appears first, her haughty, beautiful face looking down at us from the sky, and I shiver slightly. She'd killed Peeta…but he'd been injured from the dragons…had she felt that she was making it quick? I would never know…but…Cashmere had been a friend to me, to Cato…I would assume the best.

Her face shimmers and reforms into the dancing amber eyes and wicked smile of Fells, and I feel my heart drop to my feet. No…not Fells. Not…

Enrid…his face is next, shimmering into view above us, those solemn blue eyes watchful, proud.

They were with us just last night, Fells bandaged my back, Enrid stroked my hair. Sefir is tense under my head, he too is unhappy to see the faces of his allies there in the sky. They'd gone to help…and now they are just….

Gone.

Finally Enrid vanishes and Peeta's beloved face, that soft smile, the warm eyes, the face of my brother, my twin, the one person who understood me in a way that even Finnick, even Cato could not. He was a part of me, a part of my heart, and the void he's left is sucking at the rest of me, trying to drown me.

"Peeta," I mouth, and close my eyes.

The music fades away and I bury my face in Sefir's shoulder

"Attention Tributes, Attention." Claudius Templesmith's unctuous voice rolls out across the Arena, "There are only six of you left. The situation is dire. So it is our custom to throw a Feast, offering up something that each of you…desperately need. And if you are thinking of not participating well…that would be a grave…grave error. The feast begins midday tomorrow. May the odds, be ever in your favour…"

We lay there in silence and then slowly I shift to look up at Sefir, the strong jaw and thoughtful hazel eyes.

"We're going?"

He nods and I settle back down, satisfied enough.

Eventually…sleep claims me, but it is not the deep exhausted sleep of before.

When I stir, come morning I am shaking, and so bone achingly tired.

Sefir does not comment, and we pack up in silence.


"Holy shit," Is Sefir's comment as we walk out onto the small slope to take us out to the bridge across the ravine to the island of the Cornucopia.

Only there is no slope anymore, just…water.

The water levels have risen high enough that the bridge is no longer visable. Just…a stretch of water.

"We'll have to swim," I murmur, tugging off my boots, "Come on."

"Ah…well…about that…" Sefir mutters, eyeing the water anxiously even as he sits, copying me as I tuck the boots into my waterproof bag, "I can't actually swim."

I stare at him, "What?"

"I can't swim," he shrugs helplessly, "No reason to learn, we didn't have any great bodies of water around, and I was always a bit big for our metal bathtub.

I try to imagine not being able to swim, but can't. It wasn't just a District 5 thing though, Cato had been unable to swim, and even now wasn't exactly strong in the water.

I had no idea about Enobaria, or Gloss, and Finnick well…there is no reason to be concerned about Finnick.

"That's fine," I tell Sefir quietly, "Just…you'll have to trust me as I take you across. No struggling, you're a big unit. Could make things very difficult."

He nods, still looking unsure as he seals his bag like I do.

Slowly we move down into the water and I curl an arm about his weight, letting the buoyancy of the water lift him. Slowly I begin to swim, side stroking easily through water that seems not to be more lake than river or sea. There is little current, little tug and pull, which makes it easier to tug Sefir along behind me as I swim.

We reach the other side without any real incident and clamber out, tugging our boots back on as we start the steep, steep trek up towards the Cornucopia.

We hear voices as we come close, and then I hear Cato's distinctive tone, grumbling something, and I break into a shambling run, throwing myself up the last part of the steep slope and into his arms.

"Sky!" he lifts me, holding me close, and his mouth finds mine, crushing against it in a furious, desperate kiss, "Sky, you're okay…you're here."

"Cato," I breathe back, clinging to him, kissing his warm lips again and again until he puts me down and kneels, his hands gently cupping my belly.

"And the little one? Is…"

"He or she is fine," I smile, my mouth wobbling slightly, "Tough little thing…like its dad."

"Like her mother," Finnick says, strolling over, "Hello sweetcheeks. I maintain that you are having a daughter, simply because Cato would probably prefer a son."

A son, in the image of his father, I think, smiling warmly even as Cato shakes his head.

"I truly do not have a preference," he admits, "Son or daughter…they will be perfect to me."

"Sickening," Is Enobaria's dry response, walking over to us all and wringing water out of her dark hair, "Cato, get up and grow a pair."

"It's romantic," Gloss mutters at her, "Shut up. Harpy."

I smile at Gloss, and he gives me a tired smile in return, walking over to tug me into his arms, a gentle hug.

"Glossy," Sefir greets, hands jammed firmly in his pockets, "You look well."

Gloss just arches an eyebrow at him as I tighten my hold.

"Sef," he rolls his eyes, "I see the Arena hasn't improved your ugly mug."

"Rude!" Sefir exclaims, pointing at him, "Rude!"

"Children, play nice." Enobaria bares her sharp teeth at them, "Mother has a headache."

"You'd be a terrifying mother," Cato mutters and moves deliberately behind me.

"Coward," she sniffs at him and sweeps away towards the Cornucopia. I glance that way too and blink in surprise when I see that the great metal horn has been closed, "I suppose this will open and reveal the Feast bounty?"

"Bloody hope so," Sefir mutters, still watching Gloss, "Could use some cheer."

"Anyone know the time?" Cato folds his arms, "We could be here a while."

"It's close to midday," Finnick peers up at the sky, shading his eyes as he peers at the sun, "Should be any moment."

Slowly we all make our way over to the metal horn, me leaning against Cato's side as we do.

"Cato," I murmur, and he tilts his head, "I….Peeta…"

His face shutters but he nods, "I saw."

"I…I'm sorry."

"Why are you sorry?" he says it gently but with his voice a little rough from emotion, "It's not your fault Sky."

"But…"

"No," he tightens his arm on my shoulders, "It's not."

"Cato…"

But I'm interrupted by a low rumble as the metal opening to the Cornucopia slides open.

"Here we go," Gloss murmurs, walking forward.

There was silence for a moment and then suddenly the air is full of terrible shrieks and roars as monsters, mutations all, come tumbling out of the Cornucopia.

Hundreds of them.

The Feast is a trap.

I yank out my hunting knife just in time as a howling monkey leaps at me, sharp teeth gnashing at my face. I yell as I go down, and the world blurs as we struggle, the monkey slashing at me as I stab and stab at the monstrous creature above me. Blood sprays around us and my breath sobs as I stab, but I have to…I hate to, but have to, or I will die.

I don't want to die.

Finally the beast goes still and I struggle out from under the huge thing, and stand, looking around wildly. Gloss is being crushed by a huge serpent, which is hissing with glee, before Sefir comes charging in, stabbing its coil viciously with his blade.

It disentangles itself but before it can gather for another attack, Sefir beheads it.

Gloss crumples, bleeding everywhere, and suddenly Enobaria is there, wild and furious, as she shoves one of her wicked little knives into the dying man. He falls still but Sefir gives a roar of fury and with a slash of his shining dagger, he stabs her too.

"No!" I scream and race towards Sefir, but the man has been surrounded, a huge wolf bears down on him and Sefir's hazel green eyes meet mine.

"Run," he mouths, before stabbing himself.

"Sky!" Finnick is suddenly there, supporting a staggering, bleeding Cato. CATO, "Sky we have to run!"

And run we do, running like panicked, helpless little rabbits, hearts beating wildly as we careen down the hill, tumbling and cursing.

I hit the water with a running dive, and turn as Finnick shoves Cato in, before diving in himself. It's desperate, Cato a dead weight between us as we swim and swim towards the ice land, the howling of the animals behind us.

And all the time I can feel the water rising.

Finally, finally we reach shore, but I can see the dragons in the air, the other monsters hesitating at the waters edge.

"Finnick!" I pant, crawling to him, where he is crouched over Cato, "Finnick!"

"He's alive…" he reassures me, but he glances back towards the island and the assorted mutations beginning to swim. From the frozen reaches ahead of us I hear the moaning sound of the yetis, and the yowls of the snowcats.

The monsters are closing in.

We're surrounded.

"We have to get out of here," I struggle around, trying to lift Cato's waterlogged bulk, "Finnick, please…we have to get out of here."

"Sky," Finnick's voice is quiet, and calm, "its over."

I turn to look at him, incredulous and furious, "Its fucking well not!" I rage at him, "Get up! Get him up, we have to, we can!"

"Sky!" He snaps, grabbing my arms, "The Games are over…there can be only one Victor."

"No!" I scream it at him, "No!"

"Yes," Cato's voice comes from the ground, where he pushes himself up onto his elbows, "We knew…we knew…it would come to this. Odair and I…we knew we had to bring you here…so you…"

"Oh no, it's not going to be me," I shake my head, furious and hating them both as I pull out my last remaining hunting knife, pressing the polished tip to my neck, "I can't live…don't make me be the one to live…please…don't make me live alone…"

"Sky…" Finnick's eyes are fixed on the blade in my hands, "The baby…this way…you both will survive…you will live, Cato's son or daughter will live…"

It's a cruel argument to make, reminding me of the child growing within me, the baby made of Cato's and my love. Cato's son…or daughter.

The knife wavers, and lowers slightly and Finnick lashes out, breaking my wrist with a controlled snap, the knife flying out of reach.

I scream as Cato roars in fury, lunging at Finnick.

"No!"

But it's too late.

Cato slumps back onto the snow, limp, lifeless, and Finnick crumples beside him, Cato's polished sword stabbed into his chest.

"Cato!" I scream it, a primal wail, of loss, of panic, of fury, "Finnick!"

He smiles at me, as I scramble over, and takes my unbroken hand in his.

"It is…as it was meant to be." He whispers, and then….

Then….

Then…

I stare at his limp form, at Cato's, and then suddenly trumpets are blasting in the sky, Claudius Templesmith's voice bellowing out across the damned landscape.

"I give you the Victor of the 75th Hunger Games! Schuyler DuGrey!"

No….no…..

I didn't get a chance to tell Cato how much I loved him. I didn't get a chance to say goodbye.

He's gone and I didn't get to say goodbye!

NO!

I can hear the hovercraft approaching, both of them, one for Finnick and Cato, one for me.

No!

I run.

I race into the mists of the frozen wastes, seeing the red eyes of the yetis the black of the snowcats and I fling myself towards them with a battle scream of someone who wants it to be over, for it to end.

"What are you waiting for!" I scream at them, "Kill me! KILL ME!"

But the mutations do not attack and the Hovercraft scoops me up even as I rage and sob and scream at them in fury.

I howl as they press an injection into my neck, feeling the sedative washing through me, and then….

…it's over.


Next Chapter: The Rebellion begins! And everything is revealed!


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