Catching Fire: You and Me

Chapter 20:

Chapter 20:

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Rising up above the ground i see a beatiful sight.

a horrid arena disguised as a glorious paradise.

sandy white beaches.

pink rosy skies.

and fanominal palm trees lining the shore.

they sure did a great job hiding all the evil.

each of those magnificent bloom most likely houses a hunger crazed predator, a deadly poisoned gas, or worse.

looking around i see Haymitch was right.

Peeta is directly across from me.

i wink at him with a smirk and mouth

"prêt pour cela?"

meaning are you ready.

he nods, probably having not the slightest clue what i said and i cant help but laugh.

the countdown gets to 10 seconds left and i take my stance.

i'm ready to kick some ass.

"and let the 75th annual Hunger Games begin!" it booms through my mort le paradis or deathly paradise.

jumping into the crystal clear waters i'm first to land.

other than District 4 none of the others know how to swim.

however most of them manage, now realizing that their belts act as a flotation device.

but my days in the woods have well prepared me for this place.

but Snow doesnt know that.

as soon as a second tribute, District 5, comes ashore, hes on the ground, bleeding from the neck-dead.

next is Cashmere from District 1.

who seconds later is in a monstrous choke hold, and with a flick of my wrist, a loud snap rings through the arena and another victor is done for.

in the next 2 minutes i manage to take down 3 more, with not a scratch left on my body.

right as my foot collides with Brutus's face, an arm wraps around my neck and another holds an axe to my throat.

part of me wishes Peeta would come help me.

but the other half is just glad hes far away from this place, safely into the trees.

"whatsup, mystery girl." Johanna Mason says laughing at my momentary fear.

"District 7. hows it going." i say mocking her tone, trying to rip her arm off of me.

"allies?" she says flipping me around, out of her hold and extending her hand for me to shake.

i take it cautiously.

"fine. but onyl because if i say no you'd probably kill me." i hiss. 

"good." she says, and we take on about 5 more tributes, only one making a desperate escape of our combined wrath and strength.

finally all the others have fled the island leaving us to pick up all of the supplies.

"maybe they're afraid enough that we could just camp out here and no one would dare come by." she suggests.

"no way." i say sternly. "i'm not setting up camp until i find Peeta." i add with a very serious tone.

"fine. so did he dump you?" she asks rudely.