Games 12
Oh, I got my rain.
But it wasn't the good kind of rain.
It was electricfied. I'm not really sure how the Gamemakers pulled that off, but it was a tortourous hell. At least that time it was hell for Cato too. But what about Rue and possibly Peeta?
What had I gotten us all into, exactly?
I hated The Hunger Games. A few times I scolded myself because I wished Katniss was in my place. She would've already won this thing and been home with mom and I. We would all be happy ever after.
But no.
I had to be the stupid little blonde I am and go and 'do what was right'. Well, the Capital wanted to hang me now, and the Games were killing me as well as my partner and ally. Now, I never really knew Peeta, but still.
I felt horribly guilty.
And even so, as soon as I got over the emotional fit the electric rain had brought upon me, I was on my feet. It didn't matter if I shouldn't. I was going to run. And I was going to find Rue.
There was mud that I slipped on. And I fell right into a little puddle of water, and there were probably hundreds from that flood that we'd recently had that'd murdered Foxface. It made me really uneasy to be in that area, but it was a source of water.
Two familar hands reached for a drink at the same time I did.
Our reunion was tearfilled and squealfilled. How we didn't attract Cato or any hungry animals, I will never be sure.
Rue lead me to another cave, kind of built inside a hill for shelter. Apparently her and Peeta were sheltered from that rain, unlike Cato and I, so my guilt could finally ease away.
Yes, I said Rue and Peeta.
I guess it was awkward at first. Mostly what I did the first day was sleep and try to anticapate whatever nasty trick the Gamemakers had in store for all three of us next. But at that moment, all was good.
And then I woke up to see Peeta and Rue making out.