Hunger Games (DNF)

Part 1, Chapter 18: the discovery

Wow. Double upload.
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George POV.

All I felt from this morning was pleasure when I woke up. My legs still hurt a bit but other than that I was fine. The shirt I was wearing felt bigger than the one I had been wearing earlier but then I remembered that Clay gave me his. It almost made me forget the fact that I was in a death arena.

I sat up, feeling the afternoon warmth on my neck and the small wisp of the wind through my hair. I smiled when I saw Clay perched on a rock, his trident being held in his hands as his eyes scanned the other side of the river.

He must have noticed me moving because he spun around and immediately jumped off of his spot and came over to me. The blond was still shirtless and I had to avoid letting my eyes wander down to his abs
“How did you sleep baby?” he asked me, kneeling down and caressing my cheek.
“Good… I’m hungry though.” I said, nuzzling into his hand which made him smile.

“Okay then George. Lucky for you I got a parachute from Techno with some food for us, and some hot chocolate which is still warm… and a note.” The blond stood up and moved over to our pile of food, before kneeling down and picking up a silver thermos.

“Thank you.” I said as I took the drink and put the thermos up to my lips, relishing the warm chocolaty liquid that ran down my throat.
“You should be thanking Techno. He told me and Nick before we got in that food and drink like this is worth a lot of money.”

“Well then thank you Techno.” I smiled as Clay passed me the container of food, which contained marshmallows and biscuits. After examining the variety of choices I grabbed a cookie and dipped it into the still warm drink before taking a bite.

“What did the note that he gave you say?” I asked as I took another bite of the cookie.
“Are you certain you want to see it?” he asked, raising an eyebrow and I nodded, feeling more curious now. “Okay then.”

He took a marshmallow and shoved it into his mouth before standing up and moving back over to the pile and grabbing a piece of paper. Then Clay returned to me and passed it to me, I looked down at it to read.

That’s a cute boy you found… I think I know where this is going and have sent you some gifts.
Enjoy yourself cause I hated begging for money to buy this.  -Techno

My face turned red and I folded the paper before putting it down on the grass. Clay merely chuckled at my reaction. “Your mentor is quite the-uh character.”
The blond nodded slightly and sat down beside me, before pulling me in for a gentle kiss.

I looked over to him, meeting his eyes. “What was that for Clay?” I asked, although I wasn’t against him kissing me at all.
He leaned close to me, against my ear and I felt his warm breath against my neck. “The audience always likes a good story Georgie,” he said in a loving and deep tone which made me shiver.

“They will often pay good money to the mentors to keep tributes who give good stories alive.”
Clay kissed my ear before pulling away and I nodded in understanding before climbing onto his lap and kissing him.

The blond seemed somewhat surprised but let it happen, his hands moving down to my hips as he began kissing me back. His tongue travelled into my mouth for a few moments before I pulled away and leaned against his bare chest which was warm.

“I’ll go get my shirt so you can wear yours and keep warm.” I said as I climbed off of him.
“No… don’t do that, you look cute in my shirt.” he whined, and I rolled my eyes before moving over to where the shirt was laying, now dry.

I grabbed it and was about to turn back around when I saw something sitting beside a rock, a piece of fabric. “What are you looking at George?” Clay asked from behind me, I didn’t answer and continued to move over to the fabric.

Without saying anything I picked it up, it matched the fabric of my shirt… and Clay’s shirt, and every other tribute’s shirt. It’s part of the uniform. This side was blank, but I looked over to the other side and my eyes widened before I let out a gasp before dropping it.

My eyes narrowed in anger and I turned to glare at Clay. The fabric, a bit of the shirt of a tribute of District 3 and my shirt was all in one place. Which meant he has had an encounter with Darryl. “What the Hell did you do to Darryl?” I asked with a snarl as I glared at him.
“George I did nothing, I swear.” he responded.

“Liar!” I yelled. “This three is not from my shirt and he is the only person with the number 3 on running around! It wasn’t here when I was brought here and you and I are the only people who have been here since then! What did you do to him!”

Clay stood up, raising his hands slightly as I bent down and grabbed one of his weapons and some food. “I promise that I didn’t mean to, he turned up while we were asleep and attempted to steal from us. I didn’t want you to get hurt!”

“Darryl and I were friends, he would never steal or hurt anyone!” I began walking away, trying to cover up the limp that I had. “I can’t believe that you killed him!”
“George… I’m-I’m sorry.” the blond muttered, averting his gaze from mine.

“Sorry doesn’t matter.” I glared at him a final time. “You killed my only friend in the arena!”
“I thought…” his breath hitched, “I thought I was your friend.”
“Yeah. I thought that too.”
Without another word I turned and ran, tears streamed down my face as I disappeared into the treeline.

I felt Clay’s eyes on me but I ignored it, refusing to look at or even think about the blond. That was hard though, I still had his shirt. I’d dropped my own and I wanted to get rid of this one, but as much as I hated it I needed the warmth. Eventually I knelt down beside a tree and curled into a ball, letting tears fall freely as I held the knife in my hands.

My eyes stayed focused on the knife until I heard the chime of a parachute which caused me to look up. It was a large parachute that had been tangled in the low hanging branch of a tree but I still had to jump to grab it. When I finally grabbed the silver container and sat back down I unscrewed the end to see a note from Beetee.

I’m sorry about Darryl but I had been saving up money which I planned to use on food for the two of you but I can afford to get you this. -Beetee

I opened the container and saw a bow made out of a silver metal, which glinted in the sunlight.
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