Chapter 13
Tom
"Not that many of us left now." Ciren said smiling.
"Enough to kill us all and gut us before we could even kill one of them." Tom said. They still hold the centre, they have everything they need: Water, fruit, food, weapons, bows, arrows, armour, crossbows. The pets were playing together, A dog, a cub, and a wolf, how nice. Tom had the wolf, Ciren the cub, Barge the dog. 'The wolf will rise tonight' Tom thought, planning his massacre. Killing them two is going to be easy, Ciren first, and then Barge, but the pets are going to be a problem, he cant escape a dog, a cub is fine to deal with, its teeth are small, fangs not sharp, even if it attacked with the intent to kill, it wont do allot of harm, maybe if he could train his wolf to kill the dog. The wolf didn't like to hurt them, but he could hunt, in the second day he found a big boar, that night's feast was good enough to call it food from the capitol, hence they made a fire and cooked it. A guy came on them when they were beside their fire, they attacked so suddenly, Barge got an arrow in his knee, Tom and Ciren had to take turns carrying him.
It has been two days since they held the centre, only one person was foolish enough to attack them, he came right at them but Tom gave him an arrow between his eyes. The sky is turning orange, how lovely, it's almost time he kills them, he just has to wait till it's his turn to watch, then he could lead the dog away and silently kill it, cut Ciren's throat, and then finish off Barge since he can barely move. There were 13 tributes left, not much, from how much there were at the beggining. The capitol people died so fast, nearly all of them were dead before even half of the tributes from the district were dead. Tom thought if he killed 2 tributes right now, he'll only have to deal with 10 more tributes, which he can do just that by staying on a tree with a cross bow shooting anyone who passes and wait it out, that was his plan.
It's full dark now, Tom's watch is after this one, he couldn't sleep, he was waiting in his blanket, each minute feels like 10, he still had to wait two hours before it's his watch. Finally, when two hours passed, he went on, and told Ciren to go back and sleep he'll take it from here, he took a crossbow and went to his watching stone, he waited 15 minutes untill leading the dog out into the woods, he gave him tiny pieces of meat each time he comes closer, closer, and closer untill he's not in the sight of the camp in the centre. Tom slid out his dagger slowly infrnot of the dog, cutting the meat with the dagger, the dog wasn't scared, when it bent down to eat the meat, Tom put his dagger in its neck and it came out of the dog's throat, it died, whimpering.
He was on his way to the centre when he heard the rustles in the bush. The cub came striking into his throat, biting, its jaws trying to close in on Tom's neck, but tom jerked his hands under the cub and shot his crossbow killing it, he had a fetal injury but he couldn't stop, not after killing the pets.
Tom started moving to the centre, his crossbow and dagger full of blood. He went to Ciren and found him half awake, Tom whispered infront of Ciren, "Someone attacked me, your cub and the dog saved me, but the dog died and the cub is injured, come see him, no need to wake Barge." Ciren came running with Tom towards the woods where he killed the cub. "Look, there is your cub!" Tom pointed out, Ciren went to the cub, sprinting. Tom came in silently behind him, bent down, and put his bloody knife in Ciren. Ciren tried to scream, but the blood in his mouth drowned his voice, no one could hear him, the silent scream with the sound of the cannon.
Tom went to Barge, he was still fast asleep. Tom ran in with the dagger, really fast. Barge woke up and rolled around, dodging Tom's dagger, gasping. Tom jumped on Barge, his knife bloody in hand, Barge pushed Tom with his legs, he could barely do that because of the size, Barge was only 13, and screaming, for Ciren. Tom re-armed his bow, and shot it at Barge, but Barge was dodging, and dodging, he then picked up a a spear and came running to Tom. Tom rolled at him, under the spear, and stabbed Barge up in his chest. Barge fell, all bloody and messed up, bleeding out his final minute of his life. The spear hit his shoulders, barely, but they did, his wound was bleeding, his throat from the cub, his shoulders from the spear. He went back, screaming his victory, "I WIN, I KILLED YOU, I KILLED YOU ALL AND YOUR PET BEASTS, I WILL WIN THI-" An arrow came across his back, went up to his heart, Tom fell. It was silent, untill the cannons shot twice, twice. A crow's feast, a wolf's howls.