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Maysilee

The feeling of rain on my face wakes me up from a fitful sleep. It looks to be early morning but it's hard to tell with all of the grey clouds in the sky. It's raining pretty hard still and my bowl is nearly full, so I hurriedly drink most of it and then set the bowl back in its spot on the rocks to collect some more water before the rain stops, which with my luck will probably be soon.

My muscles ache from the cramped position my body was in to allow myself to hide in the rocks so I ease my self up slowly and stretch. No one appears to be around or else I'm sure I would be dead by now, but just in case I take a dart and my blowgun from my pack and set it down beside me in an easy to grab position if I have need of it. Next I take out some of the dried beef and chew on a piece of it while I contemplate where to go from here.

Haymitch and I agreed to meet up at a body of water so I know for sure that's my destination, but finding one proves to be the problem. Just when I've decided to get out of my hole and climb the rocks some more to see if I can find anything helpful I hear something to my right. As I whip my head in that direction I see some leaves rustling and before I am consciously aware of it the blowgun in my hands and when I see the boy's body start to emerge with his blonde head I blow and the dart pierces his body.

I stand there horrified as his body starts to convulse and turn green. The cannon blasts, announcing his death, and dread fills hits. If any other tribute is around they'll know where I am. I have to get out of here. I stuff everything in my bag and as I grab my bowl all the water comes pouring out all over me but at the moment I have bigger things to worry about.

As the hovercraft appears in the sky I half climb half fall down the rocks and sprint off in the opposite direction as fast as I can. Then I start to make random turns to hopefully throw off anyone who might be following, getting soaked in the process from the rain and the water that was dripping down off of the leaves of the trees.

After awhile I slow down and stop to breath. I've never been a runner and now the adrenaline is wearing off and I'm starting to feel the affects of my dash through the trees. I find a rock and sit down. That's when it truly hits me, I killed that boy. I try to tell myself it was self defense, he would have killed me if he'd seen me, but is that true? Maybe he would have offered to form an alliance of some sort… but now I'll never know and his family is back home grieving for their loss. What really scares me though is how instinctual that was for me, it's almost as if I didn't even need to think. I've never killed anything before, not even those little ants you find in the summertime all over the place. So why was it so easy for me to pick up that gun and kill him…?

I shoot up realizing I've been in one spot for too long as I take off again, trying to keep those thoughts out of my head. Instead I switch my focus to finding water. I hear a faint noise coming from my left that sounds like water to me, but for all I know it could just be my wishful thinking and the sound of the rain isn't helping any. In any case, there's only one way to find out….

After hiking a ways in that direction I finally find the source of the noise I was hearing; a small steam! I've finally found a source of water and with any luck it will help me find Haymitch.

Since I knocked over my water in my haste to get away I decide to take a drink from the stream since my dash through the woods left my mouth feeling dry. I set my pack down and kneel next to the waters edge and plunge my hands into the water. It's icy cold but feels nice after running and so I scope some up and bring it to my mouth. As I'm about to sip the water up I notice a faint smell coming from the water and hesitate. Instead I bring the water closer to my nose and then fling it away in disgust. I hurriedly back away as I grab my pack and then rub my hands on my pants to get the water off.

I remember learning something from my survival course during the training days. Something very important that could easily get someone killed who isn't familiar with what to look for, who isn't familiar with the properties substances portray when they are poisonous.

Haymitch

I was right. Oh crap. He knows I'm here and he is crazy. He's had it out for me ever since Damon said that Maysilee and I becoming friends was a good thing.

Great. So now I've got a psychotic jerk on my tail. And to make it worse, if I try to escape, he's in the perfect position to kill me, even if he doesn't know exactly where I am.

What should I do? Stay quiet and make him think he's wrong? Or fight him, even though the advantage is with him at the time? Or trick him? I'm not sure how I could do that but it sounds like the best idea. If I tried to stay quiet, I don't think he would believe it and would still wait. And the longer I wait the more time I give him to find me. But, if I tried to fight him, I'd either have to come up with a plan or be really, really lucky.

"Come out, come out, where ever you are, Haymitch. You know I'll find you." He taunts. His eyes keep looking all over trying to find me.

What could I use to trick him? There is a small rock next to me. It could be useful. I pick it up. What could I use this for? It could probably knock Jarod out if I had good enough aim. I don't think that will happen though. I could throw it anywhere to avert his attention and then attack him… Or I could—

My thoughts got interrupted by Jarod. He's gotten board and started looking for me. He's searching through the bushes and searching the trees. He looks directly at the roots that hide me and stops.

Oh crap he found me, I think. I see the murderous look in his eyes as he stomps his way over to where I am. He pulls out his knife and trips on the same rock that I did. Our faces are only two feet apart. He glares at me. I take the chance and jump out of my hiding spot, holding my knife and standing in a ready position. He leaps up and starts yelling at me.

"Well the 'Golden Tribute of District Twelve' final finds some courage!" He jeers.

"You are still on about that? Just because Damon approved of what I was doing doesn't make me the 'Golden Tribute' and Maysilee was with me, too. What is she, then?" How crazy is this idiot? The golden tribute? Wow, he is seriously messed up.

"I guess you are both the Golden Tributes." He answers. "Now tell me what you guess that Damon thought was so good!"

"Well here's what we did. We came up with a full proof plan to win the Games." I lied. I'm getting so sick and tired of him. When I don't elaborate, he gets mad.

"Well what was the plan?" He demands.

"It's really difficult to understand. I doubt your little brain can handle it." I taunt.

"I don't care how difficult it is…wait my brain is not little!" A little slow on the uptake there, now aren't we, Jarod.

"Oookaay. If you really want to know, we were actually going to involve you. We figured you fiery rage and bravery would come in handy." I sweet talk him. He's really not going to like this! I'll probably get my butt kicked by irritating him. What's that old saying though... Opp—no…Cha—no… Oh darn it. I can't remember. Oh well. "We were going to ambush the Cornucopia. Just going to have you run, out in the open, waving your weapons in our hands like a crazy person."

He looks eager to be involved. Jumping up and down like a little kid. "Ok, and what will you do?" he asks.

"Maysilee and I would be hiding on the other side of the Cornucopia and while you are distracting them, we would be taking all of their food and weapons. Then we would give you the signal and you would lead the Careers toward the mountain." I continue, completely making this up as I go along.

"Ok this sounds like a good plan! When do we start?" He's really falling for this? "Wait a minute… I lead them away? How many Careers are there left? Hmmm…" He's thinking about it. I head over to the tree with my "H" and peel off the bark with the marking using my knife. "Just a sec… that's going to get me killed." He's finally catching on. I notice he never picked up his knife from when he fell.

"You see, that's kind of the point. I don't like you, in fact I despise you. And Maysilee hates you, too. And there's just the little problem of the fact that we want one of us to be the winners… not you."

"You lied to me. That was never you plan! What is your real plan?" He shouts.

"Well, for one, you have to shut up or you are going to bring everyone over here, and I can't have that because, well, I might die. I don't give a crap about you, but I don't want to die." I say.

He reaches for his belt to grab his knife, but it's not there. He dives for it and falls head first into a flowery plant. He takes a few breaths and then is silent. He's dead. I walk over to him and take a better look at the plant. It's a light blue color and had a wisp of faint pink air coming out of the buds. Poison. I get up and look around at the other plants.

If these flowers are poisoned, then who's to say that the rest of the plants here aren't?