Grain & Blood | A Hunger Games collection

Author's note part 2

Another one of the all in bold parts. I don't really want to write another chapter of the story, and I think I should leave you in suspense for another day.
Right so in this part I'm going to write more backstory. And that's about it.

Robin's death 1st person POV

I hope Iris comes back soon. She's been gone for too long, and I'm starting to get worried. What if she's been injured, and slowly dying? What if she's lost? What will I do? 
Maybe I'll go and get some water, right now. I finished my bottle a few minutes ago, and it would be a helpful thing to do. And maybe I'll bump into Iris on the way.
Only with my water bottle, I walk down to the stream, hoping that my sister will be behind every tree. But she isn't.
I bend over and begin filling my bottle when something in the rocks catches my eye. Is it a tribute camp? Is it-
My thoughts are interrupted by footsteps from the other side of the bank. I spin around and find myself staring dead into the eyes of another tribute. Drop everything and run. 
I drop the bottle and push off, running away from the other tribute. But he's following, I know he is. And I wish I could run faster, but my injured ankle is preventing any hopes of that.
Iris is yelling my name, a ringing call for me to answer.
"Iris! Help!"
"Robin I'm coming!"
At least she knows I'm in danger. At least she's coming.
I burst into our camp, and stop still. Where do I run? What do I do?
He comes in after me, an axe lifted in his arms. Everything slows down, his axe swinging towards my stomach, and then it makes contact.
My vision is blurry and sharp all at once. Iris is here now, and she's got the boy pinned to the ground. I can't hear what they're saying but...
Suddenly a loud sound booms through the arena. He's dead. Iris is kneeling beside me, fondling my hair and kissing my cheek. Am I going to die? Is this what death feels like, a dark pit that I'm slowly being lowered into? 
"Robin,"
"Iris..."
"Robin it wasn't meant to end like this, you were supposed to win, it's my fault I'm so sorry, I..."
"No. It's my fault. I went down to the stream to get some water, and... he was there. He has a camp in the rocks. You'll find it. Please."
"I will. I love you so much,"
I'm halfway into the pit now.
"Win. For Clem."
"Yes."
"I love you and Clem and mum. Goodbye Iris."
"Stay with me, stay with me please..."
"I love you,"
"I love you too,"

"Goodbye."
And I reach the bottom of the pit.

 

Love in the arena- who likes who

Beatrix likes Marshal
Marshal likes Beatrix and Crystal
Crystal likes Rift
Rift likes Kamalyn
Kamalyn likes Benedict
Benedict likes Kamalyn

Nikki likes Thenet
Thenet likes Nikki and Rubella
Rubella likes nobody

Titus likes Iris
If Iris had to like someone she would choose Titus

Robin likes the girl from 6
The girl from 6 likes nobody

Jonen watching from home

It's midnight and I'm still watching the Hunger Games. I haven't slept well for ages, not with the worry of Iris dying while I sleep. Clementine is asleep upstairs, in one of our spare rooms. I invited her over to stay and watch the Hunger Games, mainly because I end up lonely and worried by myself otherwise.
Tonight I crept past her room, downstairs, and found myself sitting in front of the television, watching intently. A few times I've drifted off, but usually I snap back to awareness immediately.
Iris is awake again, alone in a tree above the careers' camp. They left an hour ago to go tribute hunting. She silently climbs down from the tree and starts walking to where she left her backpack, pulls it out and walks towards the stream, bends down and starts filling her bottles. Then the camera switches to the careers, and then to the drone, which shows that they are not far away from Iris. My heart pounds harder and harder, willing her to move. But she doesn't and the careers find her and begin the chase. She gets knocked to the ground and pinned there by the District 4 girl, and I want to turn the television off and pretend this never happened. But she gets free, and keeps running, towards where I know there is a cliff from arena drone panoramas. Then she reaches the edge, peers down and turns to face the careers, has a quick exchange with them and smiles at the drone in the sky, as if saying goodbye to me. 
In a quick movement she spreads her arms wide and throws herself off the cliff. 
I blink a few times, making sure that this really happened, get up, switch the television off and curl up in a ball on the floor. The tears start, flowing in rivers, and I don't think the will ever end.