Sorry, I feel really bad that I left you guys hanging for about a month (I think) but honestly, I've been lazy and I found a new idea for a story lately, so I'm going to be doing two stories at once. But non the less I WILL finish this! Sorry, was giving myself a prep talk lol.
Going to do a disclaimer because I feel like it.
DISCLAIMER! I do not own the Hunger Games in any shape or form because if I did, I'd be living in a big a$$ mansion. Haha xD just kidding about the mansion…
Peeta's POV
After the hovercraft takes away Dray's body, Katniss comes rushing in to check on what just happened. She immediately looks at the screen and instantly knows that our boy tribute just died.
"At least he kept his promise." She whispers and sits down on the chair glumly. Honestly, I would be more upset, but with the Hunger Games and the rebellion, I've seen enough death to not have a reaction. But I can't help but feel responsible though, since I was one of his mentors and it was part of my job to keep him alive.
"Yeah, I guess you're right." I reply to Katniss. Then that little boy who was holding onto Dray for dear life before he left pops into my mind. "But what about his other family? How will they react?" I say.
"I don't know Peeta." She says quietly and looks at Haymitch who's been quiet the whole time we've been talking. "Is this how it felt for you when you first mentored?" She asks him.
"At first." He mumbles and gets up and looks at us. "It's been a long day, I'm going to bed." He walks out of the main room and shuts the door behind him.
Amary's POV
"I don't think we should go back to our spot." I tell Ray now that I've caught up to her. Then, a cannon shot rings through the air that startles Ray and me. Once it dies down, I look at the younger girl questionably. "Who do you think that was?"
"I hope it was that District 4 boy." She growls and wipes a tear from her gray eyes. As we enter the mountain forests, I can see a hovercraft dart though the trees carrying a frail, lifeless girl in its claw. When it disappears over the horizon line, I give Ray a sympathetic look.
"I guess it wasn't." She lets out a growl in frustration kicks the nearest tree. "Look Ray, I'm sorry about Dray, but we need to focus. Have you forgotten that we're close to the end of the games?" She turns to me, her eyes filled with tears.
"How could I have forgotten? My brother was just killed right in front of me!" She yells at me as we enter our little hideout.
"You don't need to yell at me, I was just saying. But I really don't think that going back into the forest is a very smart idea." I tell her. As much as I despise leaving my comfort zone in the woods, I know that this place is probably not the safest place to be right now.
"But we need to get our stuff." She turns to me as we pick up what's left of our food.
"Well…let's just get the supplies and leave." I say and we push the branches and leaves away from us so we can exit.
"Fine, let's do it your way." She says, looking down at the ground. I just nod my head and we head off into the mountain terrain, the sun setting behind the trees and rocks. The whole time, I hear Ray's sniffles from most likely crying so I eventually have to turn around to 'comfort' her.
"Ray, please don't cry…someone might hear us and I don't feel like dying tonight." I tell her then she wipes some of the tears from her eyes.
"Is that all you can think, about?" I'm taken aback from her response. I honestly didn't think that an eleven-year-old could put so much force into her words like that.
"I, uh-" That's all I can get out before she begins to talk again.
"My brother just died! How can I not cry?" She says, spitting the words out like they are venom in her mouth. "You don't know how it feels!" She finishes, but how wrong she is. That one sentence brings me out of my word stump as I take a step closer to her.
"I don't know how it feels?" I glare daggers at her but she keeps her ground. "Two years ago, my sister died in these exact games. How do you think I felt when I had to watch that boy throw that dreaded spear into her stomach? How Katniss sang to her as she died there, on the ground and covered her in flowers? You don't think I don't know how it feels to lose a sibling in these dreaded games!" I say a bit loud, yelling to the sky at the last part.
"I-I'm sorry, I forgot." She cries. As I settle down, I realize that I just yelled at the poor girl when she hardly did anything.
"I'm sorry Ray, I shouldn't be yelling at you." I sigh but the drama is interrupted from a sound coming from our right. We both look over and I quickly go into action as soon as I see a Career's head from District 2 poke out from behind the rock. "Run!" I grab Ray's arm and drag her along the mountain. Luckily, she's very light.
"Get back here you twerps!" The boy yells at us and I turn my head around for one second to see the girl from 2 throw a knife our way. I push Ray in front of me and take the pain from the knife that finds a home in the back of my leg. I let out a gasp in pain and fall to the ground, landing on my back somehow.
"Amary!" Ray yells to me and comes over quickly.
"Go." I order her but she shakes her head rapidly.
"No, I'm not leaving you." I'm about to argue when I hear some sort of strangled cry come from the direction of the District 2 tributes. I look at them to see the District 7 and 3 boy tributes fighting what's left of the Careers. District 7 is strangling the boy from 2 with a rope, both equal in strength, but in the end the District 7 boy wins and the Career goes crumbling to the ground with a 'thud'. A cannon booms and the boy gives a satisfied smile.
He goes to help his apparent ally but I don't want to stick around to see it. I quickly get up, despite the extreme pain in my leg, and run off with screams echoing on the mountainside. We run, well I hobble, but we eventually get far away from the fight scene. Ray decides that we settle between two rocks, well hidden from view.
"Amary, your leg!" Ray says with panic creeping into her voice. Ignoring the light-headedness, I look down to see blood literally pouring out of the wound. The knife is barely sticking in my leg so I go ahead and pull it out with a grunt in discomfort.
"Damnit." At home, I would've gotten smacked for saying such word, but I can't help but say it because I'm not use to this kind of pain.
"I'll go see if we have any more wrap." She says and digs into the first-aid kit. When she's done, Ray rips off some bandage and ties it around my leg loosely
"It needs to be tighter than that." I tell her.
"W-why? I don't want to cut off your circulation." She says as I begin to untie the wrap.
"Well if you wrap it tight enough, the blood will stop flowing and my chances of dying will decrease." I say, basically teacher her.
"But, can't you lose your leg if you cut off your blood flow?" She asks and sits down next to me.
"I'd rather lose my leg than die." I stifle up a small laugh, trying to lighten the mood, but mentioning the word 'die' doesn't go well with Ray. I can see the tears well up in her eyes in the moonlight and I quickly apologize. "I'm sorry."
"I-It's okay." She says between the quietest sobs. Just then, the Capitol anthem rings through the arena and we look up at the sky. First, the boy from 2 shows up, then surprisingly the boy from 3 shows. I guess the girl from 2 got him, either that or District 7 turned on him and killed the poor guy.
"Wonder what happened to him?" I mumble and move my leg just a little. The next person just plain shocks me. The girl from 4, who's name I learned was Raving (weird name), flashes onto the screen. How did she die? I think as her face disappears, replaced by Dray's non-smiling face.
I lower my head and one single tear falls. Right now, the thought hits me square in the face. Dray not only protected Ray, but me also, and I never did repay him. Instead I let the boy from 4 get away. The dreaded thought brings the most guilt I felt in years.
The anthem ends and the moon replaces the screen. Ray lets out a big cry that causes me to look over at the little girl. The tears stream down her face, almost making the expression, "cry me a river", become a reality.
"Ray, please don't cry. I'm sure Dray wouldn't want you to dread his death like this." I reassure her.
"But, but I m-miss him." She says in between sobs. "I want him to be here, and I want the games to end." Hopefully, the cameras aren't on us, which I'm sure they are…sadly.
"Listen." Ray looks at me, her eyes red from crying. "Dray's in a better place where there are no games, no death, no suffering." I tell her with a calm voice, pushing back the small tears that threaten to escape my own eyes.
"I-I guess you're right." Ray says with a weak smile.
"Of course I'm right." I say, then Ray settles down and I quickly fall asleep, mind filled with dreams.
But that doesn't mean they were peaceful…
Mwahahaha! I'm so dark and non-happy :) lol. Sorry if this chapter didn't really interest you, I was pushing myself to write when I couldn't really think of anything.
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