HIIIIIIII! PIEEEEEEEEE! FLYYYYYYYYYYYY! SKYYYYYYYYYY! WHAT AM I EVEN DOING?
FINCHES POV
I looked at the sky. The Capitol anthem played and faces appeared. I saw Marvel, I was surprised. I saw the boy from 3, I winced as I remembered how Cato had killed him. And then, I saw her face. Rue. My breath caught in my throat. Little Rue. She was too innocent, too young to die. I remembered how we had talked after I had fell out of the tree, she was so sweet and she looked like she had no bad intentions. Tears began to slip down my cheeks.
If I won, I would never forgive myself. I wouldn't be able to forget those who died.
I needed to move. The Careers were angry and I was too close to them. I needed a better hiding place, too. The rest of these Tributes were smart. But I needed to be smarter. Smart as a fox.
I walked over some rocky ground and looked around for potential hiding places, then, I saw some blood on the rocks. I quickly drew my knife and put it out in front of me, ready to defend myself. I kept walking until I heard a cough. I looked around, up, down, left, right, but I couldn't find anyone. I kept walking and then I saw him. Peeta.
His leg was covered in blood, his face was pale, his eyes opened a little. I knew that he saw me. I kept my knife pointed out.
"Finch," he said, barely in a whisper. I inched closer to him.
"Lover Boy," I said. "How's protecting your girlfriend going?" I asked, my voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Don't remind me of her," he said. "I won't forgive myself if she dies."
I kept edging towards him, my knife, pointed out.
"Please don't kill me," he said. I stopped. Who was I? I was about to kill a boy who couldn't defend himself, who was lying on the ground, bleeding. Don't do it! I could practically hear Florence yelling. He's my friend.
He was before he tried to kill you! said the little voice inside me. I pushed it away. I took a deep breath and knelt down.
"I won't kill you," I said softly. "You're my friend."
I swear if I was outside the Arena, I would be able to hear the whole Capitol saying, 'Awww!'
Peeta sighed with relief, then spoke.
"But I tried to kill you," he said.
"Just forget it," I said. "I'll help you survive." Peeta looked surprised.
"Why?" he asked. "It just lowers your chance of surviving," he said.
"If I don't help you, I'll be playing their games," I said to him, not bothering to explain what I meant.
"You need to hide," I said.
"I would've done that already, but I can't move to get the things to hid myself," he explained. I nodded.
"Wait here," I said.
"It's not like I'm going anywhere," he said, forcing a smile.
I ran off and got rocks and leaves and mud. I crushed up the leaves and put the crushed up leaves and mud on the rocks. Everything someone needed for camouflage.
"Here," I said, giving Peeta the things. He began to paint himself into the rocks. He took a while, but afterwards, Peeta blended in perfectly with the rocks. He had some extra mud and leaves, just in case he needed to repaint part of himself.
"One more thing," I said. I pulled out some food from my pack.
"You'll starve," he said.
"I won't, don't worry," I said, placing the food near Peeta.
"Don't worry, your girlfriend will find you, Lover Boy," I said, with an exadgerated wink.
"Thank you, Finch," said Peeta, smiling.
"Don't mention it," I said walking away.
At that moment, I knew that I couldn't win, or else I would be playing their Games. But I needed to die in the right way...
HMMMMMMM... SO FINCH MIGHT HAVE KNOW THOSE BERRIES WERE NIGHTLOCK... REVIEWS PLEASE! STAY PIEFACEINGLY!