Grain & Blood | A Hunger Games collection

Training day 3

A new day of training. I'm not sure what to expect, the first day I brought too much attention to myself and yesterday, well yesterday, I fought for my life in a way I didn't think I would do until the arena.
Robin runs straight towards the shelter building station when we get to the training centre. I follow him, if it's something he's excited about, I can't deny him it.
He starts making a little triangle of branches around one of the artificial trees, so I help him, snapping some off and weaving tall blades of grass in between the branches to make a kind of wind protection barrier. A few minutes later, Robin, slides the last branch into place and the shelter is complete.
"It's amazing!" I praise him.
"Thanks!"
I think he's actually, truly happy at the moment. He stands there, admiring his work and suddenly it comes crashing down.
Kamalyn is standing there with a huge smirk on her face. This angers me more than her calling Robin helpless a few days ago.
I walk straight up to her, look dead into her hazel eyes, and punch her around the head.
She reels back, in pain, clutching the spot where I hit her. While she's distracted, I leap onto her, and we roll together on the floor for a couple of seconds. I come out on top and pull the knife out of my pocket that I brought from home and press it hard against her neck. The peacekeepers are running, but I don't care. She ruined Robin's hard work, and I want her to pay for it.
"Why did you do that?" I hiss.
"He deserved it, "
"What did he do to you? He's 12!"
"Old enough to be a nuisance,"
"And you're old enough to die,"
I switch the knife from the flat edge to the sharp side and I'm about to slam it into her neck when I'm pulled off her by a peacekeeper and thrown to the ground.
Kamalyn is taken away to the other side of the training centre and I walk over and sit next to Robin, who is currently crying.
"Do you want to rebuild it?" I ask.
"No. It won't come out the same."
"Sorry."
"I hate her. She's an IDIOT"
He yells the last part so that Kamalyn can hear him. She looks infuriated, but I stare her down until she looks away again.
"Are you okay Robin?" I ask, very well knowing the answer.
"No. Can you show me how to use a knife again? I'm gonna need it if I want to kill someone."
We walk over to the dummies and pick up a dagger each.
"Okay, see if you can do this,"
I slam the knife into one of the dummy's heart, then spin around and backhand the knife into the head of another, turn sharply, slicing across another's neck.
Robin copies me to the best of his ability, which isn't that good but still decent. It makes me proud to see him like this, trying his hardest to fight.
"That was amazi-" I begin to praise him, but am once again interrupted by Kamalyn and the rest of the careers.
"Trying to teach your baby brother how to fight?"
The careers hoot with laughter.
"Trying to get yourself killed?"
"No. Why would I be?"
"It seems like it."
A sword comes flying in her direction and if she hadn't leapt out of the way in time her stomach would have been split open.
Robin stands next to me, almost toppling over from the weight of the sword.
"Yeah, cause he can't fight, can he?"

Not really sure what was going to happen in this chapter until I wrote it. Tbh I was running out of ideas, mainly. And I wanted Robin to have a bit more of a personality than Iris's little brother. Pls vote if you enjoyed, thanks for reading!

-Katherine