Chapter 2
My quick reactions really pay off at this moment because I'm jumping off my podium quicker than most tributes. Charging towards the Cornucopia pumping my feet forcing them across the lush, green grass I set my eyes my eyes on a large back pack around the side of the mouth. I want to grab the back then run parallel to the Cornucopia and into the trees next to the drop. The black shapes around me blur closer and closer and the small objects are now under my feet. Deciding going to grab them, it will slow me down and make me vulnerable, I hear a shout.
The awful sound is a deep rattle, probably from the gigantic Career, Cato, I suspect he is already rampaging around or defending his soon-to-be weapons in the black hole. Nothing takes my eyes off the backpack as I see it moving closer towards me This is mine I think until I see a silhouette, out of place to the other tributes, gliding towards me. I look away from backpack to see the District 3 boy, What the... I think. He is swinging at me with what seems a pickaxe, a tool for mining, not killing, doesn't mean it can't kill me though.
I move quickly and dive to the floor, landing on my backpack MOVE! I tell myself and I dart upwards, the bag hanging from my arm and I scramble to escape. Please don't let me die like this! I'm expecting to feel the pickaxe impale my shoulder or the boy dive on me, instead I hear another scream, a girl's scream.
At first I worry it's me, exclaiming without any thought, but I'm unscathed. The sound sends shivers down my spine, and makes me flinch. The thought that it's the last sound her family will hear from her is awful.
In front of me I just see Rue dart into the forest and then I realise I'm near no other tributes, away from the mess of murder and violence, Thank God.
