Chapter 4
The voices came closer, closer, closer. I could hear my heart beat, was I going to die? Mercy was still, silent. Luckily a rock was nearby, we hid behind it. The snow masked the sound of us moving, but clear footprint tacks were left. We would just have to rely on luck this time. My arms shook, but I held the dagger tightly as if it were the only thing that meant anything to me. I couldn't lose it. The voices continued, laughing, - the career pack I thought. As the voices drifted away down the riverbank I noticed there were only two. But they weren't the careers; I think they are the district seven boy and the district nine girl. But how could I be sure? As I examined closer, I saw a mace looking weapon dangle from the boys side, and two daggers from the girl. Staying silent I looked at Mercy and she shrugged and shook her head. 'No' she mouthed to me. Nodding, I turned and watched them go further on down the river, please don't turn. All of a sudden new voices came into ear shot, but this time there were more. Leaning further into the snow by the rock Mercy gripped my hand for support, now that was the careers. My heart pounded, what were we meant to do? "There!" a girls voice shouted, "this'll be fun." I panicked, had they seen us? Mercy gripped me tighter. But soon we realised they had only seen the two others. The girl who had shouted soon came into view, she held a bow and arrow pointed right towards the pair. They both turned just as the arrow penetrated through the girls neck. She wailed and fell to the floor, coating the snow with a thick layer of blood. The boy stood, shocked. She meant nothing to him, but seeing an innocent person die like that could shake anybody up. Not bothering to lean down he looked at the girl with the bow, eyes as black as night. Another arrow flew past, but it missed. Flying forward he reached her, mace drawn. Swinging wildly he smacked her side causing her to wail for help from the others. But they didn't come. They must have left her to die. Where had they gone? Looking behind me I saw that Mercy to was watching the fight scene. The girl whimpered and continued to cry out. But the boy only had one intent, kill. He swung down again crushing her stomach and again and again, until no more cries could be heard. One last swing he slammed it into her head, crushing it. Turning, he followed his footsteps back to the wounded girl, and lay down beside her. Still gasping for air she clutched his arm and shook her head. A few minutes later the boy kissed her forehead and got up. Mercy whimpered slightly, as if it had hurt her to. The boy walked carrying his mace and the girls two daggers. Mercy pulled me, and we splashed across the river. What was she doing? Turning, the boy charged, intent on killing us. What had she done?