Chapter 16
I'm only slightly neurotic.
Red tribute and the two from District 12 are also alive, so Apollo's and my fifty dollars are still in. Bread Boy can't walk quietly to save his life, Red is the exact opposite, and Cato has pretty much gone bat shit crazy since Clove was killed. Wheeeee.
My tribute and Bread Boy fight like an old married couple, or Apollo's parents. Understandable, though. Bread Boy left the area where he was supposed to be, and my tribute got nervous. Red did steal some of the berries though, sneaky bitch. Suddenly, the cannon fires and Red's body is lifted out of the woods. Apollo groans. He just lost fifty dollars. Wait... Bread Boy collected poison berries. He unintentionally killed Red. Good for him. Only three tributes left.
Aemelia is finally doing her job and making Apollo and me food. I love Aemelia to death but sometimes I think she's be a much better kiss-o-gram or prostitute or something. My parents both decide to watch the games today, since they both have the day off. My mom, with her dyed platinum blonde hair and my dad with his natural light brown, sitting on either side of me and Apollo sitting in a reclining chair. I look much more like my dad, but I have my mom's coloring.
"I'm telling you, Corinna, the two from District 12 are right. The Gamemakers are sending them toward the pond to fight it out," my dad says to my mother. Here we go.
"No Rowan, they're going to end up at the Cornucopia," my mother retorts. Mommy should know best.
"They've dried out all the nearby water sources for all three tributes. Pond."
"Cornucopia." Silence from my parents. My tribute and Bread Boy head over to the pond, followed by an angry exhale from my mother and a smug grin from dad. My tribute sings Rue's four note, which is copied my the mockingjays perching in the trees by the pond. The song is cut short my Alpha Male, racing toward the two. They both raise their weapons to attack, which merely bounce off his body. Armor. Awesome. But, Alpha Male runs right past the two, and as the tribute see what was coming, they run too. Giant wolf type muttations are bounding toward the three. Alpha Male and my tribute take off quickly, but Bread Boy can only move so fast on a healing leg. The head toward the Cornucopia, and eventually all make it. Alpha Male is almost sick from running and my tribute is freaking out because the muttations look like the old tributes, and are most likely made out of parts of the old tributes. One of the muttations grabs onto Bread Boy's leg and starts to drag him off the Cornucopia. Sound ranging from sickness to horror ring throughout out den, and even in the hallway from Aemelia. Bread Boy stabs the mutt on the side on the neck, and slackens the grip on his leg and eventually falls to the ground. Once Bread Boy is safely on the Cornucopia, my tribute shoots the mutt which is obviously Thresh, because of his ability to jump so high and the coloring of the muttation. Alpha Male has Bread Boy in a headlock. They're at a stalemate.
"Peeta is going to die first," my dad says. We all sit back quietly and watch Bread Boy draw and X on Alpha Male's hand. My tribute shoots another arrow into Alpha Male's hand, causing him to release Bread Boy. In turn, Bread Boy knocks Alpha Male off the Cornucopia, causing him to fall into the hands, or in this case paws, of the mutts.
"Ha. He's dead," my dad says.
"He's not dead yet," my mother says. I roll my eyes.
"He'll be dead within a few hours."
"I don't know. Peeta seems to be pretty much bled out," I say.
Bread Boy does look pretty bad. My tribute tries her hardest to tie a tourniquet around his leg, which pissed my dad off to the point of he and my mother leaving the room, leaving Apollo and me alone. "If he wins I swear we're going to have to cut his leg off," I hear my father say from the kitchen. I roll my eyes and shake my head. That's what my dad does for a living. Cutting people open and sewing them back together.
"Have fun watching my tribute and Bread Boy sleep. I'm going to take a shower," I say, leaving Apollo to do whatever Apollos do.
Filler. Sorry about this chapter.