Bloodlust and Love: The 31st Hunger Games

by samoht

In order to prove a point, Tomas, an unlikely volunteer from District Two steps forward as tribute. However, his decision quickly turns to regret as he realises just how much is at stake. It's not the home he's left behind, that will fuel Tomas' will to win; but more who he has left behind, and what she means to him. Rated T for violence.

8. The Snapping Point

I run towards the cornucopia. I'm half way there. My eyes trying to pierce the dark. 15 metres. 10 metres. 5 metres. I slam into the side of it and collapse to the ground. I let out a shriek of anger. The bag is gone. My anger quickly shifts to shock as I see the bloody dismembered body of Cass lying metres away. Daimen's first actual kill - and boy oh boy did he savour it. I half crawl, half drag myself over to the bloody mass. I bend over her. I can't help the tears that roll down my face. I raise my hands to touch her but I don't know where to place my trembling fingers. Her clothes are soaked with blood, head to toe. Her face brutally carved with a blade. Her eyes- oh god. Her beautiful eyes are missing. There are just gaping bloody holes where her eyes should be. Those intense green eyes. Aliss' eyes.

Before I know what's happening I find myself grovelling on the ground looking for the eyes. Tears blur my vision. I'm letting out animalistic sobs. Suddenly, something inside me snaps. I let out the loudest, most horrible howl of pain imaginable. Non-human sounding. The howl just goes on and on and on. I can't move. I can't breath. I can't cry. Just howl. Every single bit of pain that I had ever felt. Everything that had hurt me in district 2. Everything that had hurt me in the arena. It's all was coming out and manifesting itself in this howl. I can't breath. I don't want to breath. I want to die here. Please let me die here. I feel nothing. I see nothing. My senses are overwhelmed.

After what seem like an eternity, I notice that the howling has been reduced to a low murmur coming from my throat. I open my eyes for the first time and see nothing. Either I'm now blind or it's still night time. Let Plato find me. Let him kill me. I reach out to touch Cass but she isn't there. I feel her blood though. I don't know how long I was off in my own world but a hovercraft must have picked her up. No need to wait for me to leave. I was as good as dead anyway. With what little strength I have I crawl into the Cornucopia and at the very back. Every movement is nearly impossible to make. My hand touches something soft. A crumpled sleeping bag. I take five minutes to crawl inside of it. Completely sheltered from the world. Curled up in the darkness. I pass out and my dreams are filled with the faces of every tribute I watched die. All screaming, with their throats slit open.