Sorry for waiting so long to update. I 've been mainly focussing on my other story Bullseye. But I'm going to try to update more often.
Clove POV
I see the red-haired girl and jump in for the kill. I don't know how I end up on my back, without my knife. But that's how I lay with a gigantic group of people surrounding me.
"What are you trying to do, kill her?" one woman asks.
"Yeah. That's kind of the point of these games," I snap back.
"Games?" a man asks, and then a mark of realization crosses his face. He begins to laugh as if I had said the funniest thing in the world.
"What are you laughing at?" I ask as I reach for my sack to pull out a weapon, ready to kill this man too. I stop when I realize it's not there. Where did it go?
"The Games are over," he says and offers a hand to help me up.
"What?" I ask as I grab his hand.
He begins to explain to me about the island. At first I don't believe him, how can it be that way?
"I want proof," I say.
"Fine," says the red-headed girl, "The top of the hill has the rest of the tributes. I'll show you."
And with that me and the red-headed girl walk up the hill to see the tributes who are supposed to be dead.
