Bonjour readers,
I hope you're liking the alliances in this chapter, and the two mysterious deaths... Don't worry - if you've reviewed in the past month, the chances are that your tribute is safe. For now.
...Je ne sais pas si cela va marcher, mais il est permis d'espérer.
I don't know if it will work, but we can always hope~
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*In the Blink of an Eye
Stag Browning, District Ten
I am face to face with the girl, but neither of us makes a move to kill. Although her head barely reaches my chest, my District partner has intensity in her eyes that show that she would be a good ally. She seems to think the same.
"Allies?" I ask.
She nods and takes the small backpack off her shoulders. I do the same, with the pack I found on the rock mountain path. There isn't much in them, but shared, we'll make do. She reminds me of my dear sister Peregrine.
A brittle twig cracks ominously in the cave behind the little clearing. My new ally and I spin around, clutching weapons, ready to defend ourselves. But before I can throw one of my curved knifes, a voice echoes out of the shadows.
"Please! Don't kill me! I want to ally with you!" The darkness parts and a dark haired girl steps tentatively out of the shadows. It's the Eleven girl.
"Why should we trust you?" Some of the first words I have heard my District partner speak. Her voice is warbling but it has a steel core.
"Natalie," Eleven utters, "I believe it would be best if we worked together. A bigger group and shared supplies means a bigger chance of survival. Plus, I have a medium sized pack, which has enough food for all of us!"
Natalie's eyes narrow to thin slits. Personally, I trust the girl, but then again, it's hard to read her green eyes. I have never been great at trusting people. Look what happened to Aries when I trusted him to look over my siblings. He left them in the huge market and went to steal some expensive cigars.
Natalie has made a decision for all of us. "Okay Eleven, but you hand over all your weapons until we are sure we can trust you." I nod and fold my arms for back up.
Eleven starts to protest, "-but how can I defend my-" but stops when she sees Natalie's firm expression. Eleven wavers for a second, then smiles nervously and holds out her hand. "Ok. Hey, I'm Jaysper."
Domitritius Waess, District Two
Anumus' guttural laugh fills the silence. "What?" I say irritably. This is how it's been for the last three hours.
I'm incredibly unlucky this year. In just about all of the previous Games, there have been at least six careers. This year, there are three, including me. So in case you can't do the Maths, that is two arrogant Careers plus me equals a-stupidly-small-alliance-which-won't-make-us-vict ors.
Both of my two allies-for-now are a maddening pain, like an insect bite I cannot scratch. If I even attempt to rise against them, they're such good buddies, that I'd probably be killed in the first seven seconds. They are cocky and presumptuous. Look at the way they are lighting a fire as the sun goes down! Just because we are Careers, doesn't mean that we're indestructible!
Anumus glares at me. "Just because you're in a pathetic mood with us doesn't mean you have to spend your time contradicting me."
I stand up immediately. "Are you starting a fight?" I hold the sharp slab of wood I found in the Cornucopia.
"Gladly," he hisses, and steps towards me. Priya giggles and moves out of the blood and guts zone. Like she doesn't care who dies, as long as she gets to watch and not get messy.
Just as I'm about to make the first move, two cannons go off in quick succession.