I hope that the words I said last night were pretty clear. I mean come on Cody, I thought that you love to fight. To my surprise, Cody is in a different mood when he wakes up all of a sudden. He accepts the fact that there are only six of us left and will go and watch the surrounding area as I go in to get our districts backpack. We take all of our stuff and venture towards the Cornucopia, as the sun seems to be rising pretty quickly. By the time we god to the part of the woods right before the open grass area, and see 5 little backpacks labelled 2, 4, 5, 11, and 12.
"Ok, so you go and get the backpack, and I will head my way over here a little more to see if there are any other tributes" said Cody.
I looked back at the Cornucopia, mentally plotting my next move as something just sprouted from inside of the horn and I see red hair and a body sprinting through the clearing to an area far away from mine. Damn, why didn't I just do that. Hide in the Cornucopia and be the first one to grab my bag. She's a sneaky one. That Foxface.
With all my weapons on deck I just bolted towards the center without any time to think. What gave me something to think about, was when a knife came flying at me, cutting my forehead. I can feel blood coming down my face as Clove came sprinting towards me, trying to pin me to the ground. We were tackling each other for quite some time and it became harder and harder for me. Especially when Clove got out a knife and trying to stab me at every move she made. I guess alliances don't last forever. Eventually Clove pinned both my arms down and had me at my deathbed.
"Well that was a nice departure. Oh I see what happened. You crawled right back to your district partner. What was his name again, oh Cody. I've seen what you done and knew from the moment that we asked you about him that you weren't one to trust. Ya know, Cato got so angry that he wants to be the one to kill you so badly that we argued who should be the one here. But I promised Cato if he let me have you, I'd give everyone a good bloody show" Clove taunted.
I knew some kind of harsh death was coming, but I didn't know that Clove would have this much satisfaction. Come on, how the hell did she just pin me down like that, I expect it to be a more epic showdown. I guess this is just the end.
"Cato and I also had a debate of where we should start. We agreed to start at the lips, so you can kiss all your little precious friends goodbye. This is history, Marvel killed that little girl Rue, Cato decapitated Peeta, and know we are going to kill you. Just another victim on our kill list" Clove went on and on.
Seriously Clove, if you are going to kill me, just do it. This taunting is just making me sick. Clove, I totally think you would enjoy we suddenly puking in your face, that would be fun for the both of us. At that last thought though, Clove was rapidly ripped off of my body being shoved by the heavy metal of the Cornucopia. It took me to analyze the scene in front of me, Thresh gripping a rather startled and scared Clove.
"What did you do to that little girl, you hear me? I heard her name, I heard you say her name? You killed her didn't you, you killed her?" Thresh spoke.
"No, I didn-" Clove panicked.
"Cato, CATO" She screamed.
That was Thresh's last straw. He violently slammed once, then twice, and then a third time, hearing the deafening blow of Clove's skull. Anyone could hear her skull crack, and I assumed she was a goner. Sitting there in shock, my blank face looked up at Thresh waiting to see what he was going to do.
"Only this time 4, for Rue's sake" He said as he ran away with his backpack.
I just don't get it. I never did anything to help Rue. I mean I would be one to refuse to hurt or kill her in any way. But, maybe that can be seen by some. Maybe Thresh saw a soul in me. A genuine soul who had a soft spot at the end of the day who doesn't always advertise herself as a true killer. Anyways, I am forever grateful for that and even if I don't make it out of here, I believe that I will be at ease in the heavenly world. I know that there is a life after death, though I am not getting into that since most people probably don't believe that. Meanwhile the faint yell of "Clove" is nearing closer and closer. The yell was my cue to run off, since I have already had enough contact with other tributes today. I hid in the bushes as that figure got closer, so they wouldn't see me. Cato abruptly enters the clearing shocked at the sight in front of him.
"Clove, Clove do you hear me" He says as he kneels beside her checking to see if she has a pulse.
"Clove, stay with me please, if I don't win it's supposed to be you, please, you have a fighting chance. I know it" Cato pleads holding back pain in his words.
Right after he speaks, a cannon goes of, most likely signaling Clove's death. Cato picks up on this and concrete hatred and anger fills his whole body. He doesn't seem to know what to do with this so he runs away into the woods, drawing out his sword, ready to kill anything in sight.
Getting off the track of all the events that just occured, I wonder back to Cody. Wouldn't he suspect that there was something up since that took a little long. He said that he would be right by the Cornucopia, and had easy access to intervene with anything that happened. I guess you can't trust anyone in these games, but again, he lies. This maybe his way of trying to fight and strategize his way through. His way is not ok with me. Now I feel betrayed. I don't care about anyone anymore. I just want these games to end whether I am dead or alive. I actually want to take that back, I want to be alive, I will kill anyone I have to, especially Cody in order to do that. Cody will learn the hard way, that whatever little games he's been trying to play with me is not something I'm going to let him get away with.
I start to question if everything is starting to turn and come down on me. My district partner betrayed me, I got lucky that Clove didn't carve my face to pieces and that Thresh was there, I am all out of food and really dehydrated, and I feel hopeless. I just want answers, to know where everyone and everything is. To know EXACTLY what I have to do to win at this point.
These thoughts fill me with boredom, and I don't know what else to do but just walk. So that's what I do. My purpose now is to try to find high ground or some kind of shelter. A place where I can spend the night, hunt for food around me, and a safeground place to help me survive the whatever amount of time I have left. I venture out and realize that I am probably around a mile in a half away from the Cornucopia already and I just keep going.
On my adventure, I come across a cave, that I think is supposed to be kind of low-key, but is high-key in my mind. I am curious to see if it would offer a decent hiding spot. With all caution, I look through a little peek through an area that wasn't covered by rock. What I end up seeing gives me more excitement that brightens up the light of this rather dark, rather life threatening day for me. Peeta is laying there wounded and barely able to move a muscle, while his so called "girlfriend" Katniss was spoon feeding him soup acting as his lifeline. I think Peeta knows that he isn't going to last for much longer, but neither is his spoon feeder either.