Games 15

Honestly, I'm not very sure how I could climb as close as I did to a Tracker Jacker nest without passing out when I couldn't jump for a statue. Especially considering that I was terrified of insects, too.

Well, however I did it, I was there. I broke off a small piece of trunk and threw it right at the nest. The thin, weak branch holding it up instantly broke, and the nest fell and burst on the ground.

That's when I realized the Tracker Jackers were going to go after Rue and Peeta, too.

"RUN!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, and they were looking up at me as I fell from my balancing spot on the trunk.

The Tracker Jackers completley consumed me. It was hell, feeling all of their stingers drill into me. I could faintly hear Rue's sobs as Peeta urged her to run as my mind went numb, images of District 12, the Hunger Games, and Katniss dancing and swilring together in my head. The pain was in a flash before I couldn't move anything, and I only saw the streaming of blood down my forehead, probably from my temple.

I tried to say I was sorry for the last time, but they flooded my mouth. I could faintly hear the cannon fire as one stabbed my tongue.

Rue's P. O. V

"Prim!" I had never cried so hear in my life, "PRIMROSE!"

I could only watch, pressed by force to Peeta's was warm and inviting chest. Now it was a constraint, forcing me to watch as my only friend in the world was carried up into the helicoper and taken away. There was complete silence in the world before a Gamemaker's voice came to us again.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the winners of the 74th Annual Hunger Games!"

Since Peeta and I were from different districts, our families would be invited to the Capital to celabrate. Well, that would be after our injures recovered and we got all fixed.

While I was laid up I remembered the Games.

How I'd laid in the in the grass, waiting for Prim's return. I'd worried that she'd been killed with all my heart so much, and yet I understood she couldn't return for reason.

How Peeta had found me and nursished me with his supplies, promising it'd be okay. It was then we secretley decided on a fake romance, trying to trick up the Gamemakers as well as keep them all from bombing our cave or something.

And then finally how I'd watched in all my horror as Prim died. She basically commited suicide...just so Peeta and I could live.

She died believing that lie that we were in love. In truth, we were as close and Thresh and I. But it didn't matter now.

She was dead. Dead and gone and passed forever and ever.

Because of me...

No, not because of me or Peeta

Because of the Hunger Games. And because of the Capital.

A spark flew up inside of my gut. The sense of displeasure and knowing you could change it, if you really tried. I had a feeling this would've been what Prim had wanted.

I would start a rebellion.