Chapter Five: Holosity
I don't know what time it was when I heard the cannons. It set of three times. That meant there were six people left in the games. I stopped dead in my tracks wondering who it could have been. Surely not Peeta or Sianer, because they were strong, and it couldn't have been Katia or Alexita for the extensive amount of weapons at their finger tips. That's when I saw him appear around a tree all I remember was that it was sunset. I feel peaceful at sunset. It cast a dim light over the trees, so I didn't recognise him at first. I had my trident in my tight grip, poised to kill, until he moved into the light.
'Garth!'
His bloody face and baggy eyes, made him almost impossible to recognise. He had a mace by his side, hanging in a loose grip. From the beefy man I once knew, to this? Is this what the arena does to people? Would we end up like that? I lowered my trident and walked towards him. I could see, out of the corner of my eye his grip tightening on the bloody mace. I stopped again, holding out my hand. His bloodshot eyes were mad with rage and violence.
'Garth? Are you ok?' cautiously, I tightened the grip on my trident and stayed a distance.
'What I don't understand… how could they think? How can they watch? Murderers!'
'Who's the murderer? What's wrong, Garth? Can I help?'
'NO!' He raised his mace high in the air, with a crazed look in his eyes. With madness taking over, he swung the mace down, aiming for a sharp blow to the head which would kill me instantly, but I held my ground and my trident and swung to block the blow. My fighting arm outstretched, Garth swung his mace and hit it with a force that made me drop my trident and fall to the floor. I let out numerous screams of pain as the Thwack, thump, Smash, Bang came! All over my body as he stood above me, mace raised poised to attack my face. Dying already, I wished he would do it quick to stop my pain. But the blow never comes. An arrow had pierced his heart right at that moment. I heard a cry and a shout. Sianer and Peeta's faces appeared above me.
'Come on! You're going to be ok! Please, you will be fine!' I heard her voice above me. She took my hand and likewise, Peeta took my other one.
'Just close your eyes, You'll be alright, Come morning light, you and I'll be Safe and Sound,' I heard her voice, soft and soothing to hear. It was an unfamiliar song, but all the same, I wanted it to be the last thing I heard. I felt her warm tears on my face as she leant over me. Her singing, Peeta stroking my hair. I never wanted this moment to end, but I wanted peace all the same. All of sudden, I felt a weight lift away.
I was cold. Too cold for my liking. As I lay there pain rushing from the point that the spear had pierced my body. I could feel myself slowly decaying, soon to cease to exist. Maybe if I decided to run with the Careers, they wouldn't have caught me like this. They're gone now, and I'm with my friends. My family. My real family. How I ended up allied with such fighters in the first place I will never know. I could hear there voices slowly dying, muffled voices trying to shout life back into me. I was at peace. I remember with a last breath how I ended up entwined in the vicious games of the Capitol. When the escort read my name, I felt almost like this. Empty. Only like an empty feeling that strikes fear into your heart, and not the solemn emptiness that means peace would come for me soon. I stood on the stage before the Justice Building and met my fellow tribute. Garth. A huge, beefy 18 year old. When he moved to shake my hand, his grip was tight and mean. I never expected to die at his hands. I guess honesty and trust don't come in where the Careers are concerned. There are far worse games to play.
'Just close your eyes, you'll be alright, Come Morning Light you and I'll be Safe and Sound,'