I usually don't update everyday, but this chapter is super short! It just needed to be written and I though it was pretty powerful as a stand-alone chapter. The next few chapters will be in the Games! Get ready, everyone! Don't forget to leave a review on your way out!
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Chapter Six
Haymitch played with the Velcro stripes on his jacket as he awaited further instructions.
He sat on a nearby table and looked around the room. His eyes stopped at the glass encasement that would raise him to the arena. Within minutes he would be in the tube heading to the slaughter.
As of that very moment, Haymitch had yet to figure a plan out. Under any under circumstances, Haymitch made up things as he went, but something told him that would not work in this situation.
I'll get as far away from the Cornucopia as possible, he reassured himself. I'll keep running until I can run no more. No one will come after me if I am miles away.
His thoughts were interrupted by Effie, who softly knocked on the door and entered before a response was given. Haymitch could tell she had been crying by her puffy eyes.
"Thought I would wish you good luck," Effie said. She walked over to Haymitch and stood in front of him. "Do you have a plan figured out?"
"Somewhat," Haymitch shrugged, hoping down from the table.
A voice came over the speaker system telling tributes to take their positions in the glass encasement. Effie watched as Haymitch took a couple of deep breathes before making his way to the tube.
"Haymitch," Effie called after him. He turned around and gave a weak smile. "I'll see you when you win."
Haymitch nodded before entering the encasement. Effie watched Haymitch ascend with tears threatening her eyes.
"Come back."