*Imp* WE'RE BACK! Sorry about that, we meant to write this sooner but we never got around to it. I've been busy, so has Bookworm, and Joey Graceffa may or may not have temporarily taken over my life…(for those of you who don't read my other stories, he is an amazing youtuber/writer)
Tris had killed Katniss.
She had killed her. She had killed her.
The most sickening part wasn't the memory of blood on her hands. Nor was it the screams that echoed in her head, a constant reminder of the life she had taken. It wasn't even the way Katniss had cried for her friend, holding on to the slim hope that she could be saved, however pointless it may have seemed.
No, the most sickening part was the fact that Tris found herself unable to care.
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Well rats. Sam thought when she came back to the clearing she and Gwen had been camping in, only to find her (temporary) teammate slaughtered, and another boy she didn't recognize laying dead next to her. Gwen's neck had a deep gash in it, and the boy had no visible marks, but his neck was twisted at an odd angle. She had been looking for a better hiding place, and apparently that had been a mistake.
…
Fernie looked around, trying not to worry too much. She had faced down evil shadows for goodness sake! They had been able to hurt her, but she couldn't hurt them, at least here she stood a fighting chance…But still only-
A knife was at her throat, and she reacted on instinct. Her arm lashed out, catching her attacker in the abdomen. So much better when you can fight back.
She turned to face them, and was met with a blond haired girl in a fighting stance.
Fernie glanced around for a weapon, but before she could find one the blonde pounced on her, pushing them both to the ground.
The girl shrugged. "Well, it is the Games." She drew back her dagger and prepared to strike-
Fernie rolled out of the knife's way and leaped to her feet. I'm not going down that easy. She thought determinately, leaping to her feet and dealing a blow to the girl's back. Fernie grabbed at the nearest tree and tore off a branch, facing down the blonde again.
The girl barred her teeth and charged at Fernie, snarly hair flying behind her. Oh, please. What kind of warrior was this girl? She was supposed to be a genius strategist. All Fernie saw was a hotheaded kid who couldn't control her temper.
Fernie prepared to dive out of the way… just as the girl leaped upwards and into a tree. Almost immediately, she sprang back down onto Fernie's shoulders, who collapsed. Her head hit the ground and the other girl's knife drove into her skull, blood spilling all over her hands.
*Bookworm* Well, that was fun! I'm reading Brandon Sanderson's Stormlight Archive. Go read it. Then we can talk. *Imp* WAAAAA! FERNIE NO! Ok, really, I feel sad now. She's such a sweetie! But, fanfiction's gotta fanfiction…(Goes to cry)*Bookworm* Go read it.