Rachel: Day 5 of the Hunger Games-
It always bugged me. I don't know why. It doesn't really matter, but I care about the little things.
I pressed my finger against the hand mirror.
No matter how much I push, there will always be the tiniest space between the reflection and myself. Why is that there? If mirrors reflect what's on the outside, why is there this space? It's just annoying that's all.
Relieving the pressure, I removed my finger from the mirror, leaving a small smudge. My vision initially focused on the delicate fingerprint, but widened to my whole face.
I rubbed my left cheek. The Capitol medicine that they left in the Cornucopia did pretty good I guess, but it wasn't perfect. The tissue still scarred, my skin leathery from the burns.
"Stupid, stupid girl." I rubbed more ointment across my face. "If you wouldn't have blown yourself up, my face would have been as pristine as usual. As it is now, it takes more make-up than usual to look decent." I would have minded more, but it was only for a short time.
The Capitol surgeons can fix me right up when I win.
And yet, there were still two problems: the boys from District two and, apparently, Katlyn. I was so close to getting rid of Katlyn, but Matt just had to ruin that, didn't he?
After that whole incident, we dragged Matt back to the Cornucopia. I would've left him there; he messed up everything. Everything was going perfectly to plan, but then he just pulls out a jar of tracker jackers. Why? So what if that Shelby girl betrayed us? We could've taken all of them. I could've taken all of them if I had to.
He didn't even apologize. He hasn't said anything since last night. Nobody has. I think it's time for him to explain himself.
I set down the mirror and opened the flap of my tent. Outside, both Zach and Matt were stabbing their food in silence.
I stomped up to them. "Well, is nobody going to say something?"
Zach shrugged. "What's there to say?"
"Um," I crossed my arms. "maybe, Matt can to explain to us what the hell all that mess was about." I swiveled to Matt, who avoided my piercing gaze. "Matt?" He ignored me.
"Matt? Explain yourself!"
Matt jumped from his seat, sending the dishes clattering to the ground. "I didn't do anything wrong. I don't have to explain myself to you."
I took a step backwards. "Yes, you do. You completely lied to us. You had that tracker jacker thing, you knew that Shelby and Katlyn were friends, and finally, you out right killed one of your teammates. That seems like a lot to explain."
Matt took a step forward. "Trust me. I did what I had to do."
"Trust you? After all that you expect us to trust you?" He didn't respond, so I nudged him more. "Yeah, that's what I thought. You're a dirty snake, you know that? Everyone in our group would still be alive if it weren't for you."
"I kept everyone alive out there! If it weren't for me, Shelby and Katlyn would have destroyed us."
"You ruined a perfectly good plan!"
"Guys," Zach inserted himself between us. "Calm down. Nobody is listening. You're just yelling at each other."
I shoved Zach, who remained unfazed. "Get out of my way."
Zach put his hand on my shoulder. "Rachel, calm down"
Flinching, I flung him off me. "Don't tell me to calm down. Get off you're moral high horse. You've just let Matt do this the whole time. How 'bout you stop playing ignorant and actually do something for once?"
Zach glared at me. "What? Stop being his dog and do something."
"Rachel, lay off him." Matt walked around Zach and stared at me.
"So now both of you are against me? Fine, you can have each other. I'm leaving. I'll get the job done that you guys ruined yesterday. Don't follow me." I turned around to get my bag from the tent.
Matt sneered. "Fine, leave. We'll see how you fare against Katlyn."
"Matt, shut up." Zach followed behind me. "Rachel, don't be stupid. It's almost night. Plus, you can't possibly take all four of them even if you did manage find them."
I ducked under the tent flap. The bag sat, waiting to for me, at the other end of the tent. As I stepped forward to grab it, a sharp crack resounded beneath my feet. I lifted my foot up. A few shards of glass clung to my shoes but eventually fell onto the broken mirror. My reflection shattered into different shapes.
It doesn't matter. It's not like I'm coming back here.
I snagged the backpack and burst out of my tent. Of course, they were whispering to each other. Zach noticed me and began walking.
"Rachel, come on. Stop." He caught up to me and grabbed my arm.
Tugging it out of his hands, I turned around and gave him the most evil glare I could make. "Don't. Touch. Me."
I pulled out the pocket knife I keep in my bra and flipped out a blade. I met eyes with him, waiting to see if he did anything. Silent, he took a step backwards.
I whispered to him. "Leave me alone.." Looking at him one last time, I turned and ran.
I don't need them. I can do this on my own. Katlyn won't know what hit her.
-Matt: Day 5 of the Hunger Games-
"Well, did she leave then?"
"Yeah. She's gone." Zach paused. "Matt, we have to go after her. She's going to get herself killed. All three of us could barely take Katlyn. There's no way she'll be able to do it alone."
"Why should we help her? I'm pretty sure she clearly said that she didn't want us to follow her."
"Seriously, Matt?""Hey, if she gets the job done and kills Katlyn: great. If she doesn't: well, nothing of value was lost."
"Matt!"
"What?"
Zach walked up to me. "We can only do this as a team. It doesn't work otherwise."
I spat on the ground. "You're talking like they will let us all win."
Zach shook his head. "It doesn't matter. I'm going to help Rachel, and you're coming with me."
"Fine. I'm not doing this for her, though. If she's going after Katlyn, we'll need as many people as possible to make sure she goes down."
"Yeah, that's what I thought you would say." Zach smiled. "Now, hurry up. Rachel can't have gotten too far." He trotted off to get his weapons.
"Yeah, sure."
Are you ready, Katlyn? We're all coming for you, but I'm sure you already had thought of that possibility. Nevertheless, when we see you next, someone will die.