Shortest. Chapter. Ever. Sorry about that, but its a good chapter, with foreshadowing for the next. Oh dear god, the next chapter is the last chapter!
Her stomach growled as she lay on a tree branch. The sun was setting and she hadn't found any food. Over the course of the day there had only been two cannon blasts, the one she had heard that morning and one later in the day. Clipping her belt around herself and the tree branch, she was prepared incase she fell out. Honestly, it was a miracle that she hadn't fallen out yet, considering the violence of her nightmares.
The anthem blared and the sky light up with the crest of Panem. Feral twiddled her thumbs, bored, until the song finally ended. The first face in the sky shook her to her core. Rowan. He was dead. Tears sprang from her eyes and when Merchan's face was shown next, more came.
There were only four of them left, her and the Careers. Surely their alliance was already broken up.
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The second the faces show up in the sky, Spark launched a knife straight at Rivera's head. It sunk right in between her eyes and she fell to the ground, blood trickling out of the wound and her eyes still widened in betrayal. Her cannon sounded and Chance gaped at Spark in astonishment. She took the opportunity to hit him in the heart with a throwing dagger. Shocked, he fell to his knees, looking at the knife lodged in his chest.
"I thought…" He muttered, blood dipping out of the edges of his mouth.
"I don't love anyone," Spark hissed back as he fell to the ground and his cannon sounded. This is going to be easy, Spark thought. There are only three of us left…
No, I did not mess up when I said that there were three of them left, I meant it! DUN DUN DUN! Anywho, I'm going to take a shower... feel free to guess what's going to happen while I'm gone... :)