Hunger Games (DNF)

Part 2, Chapter 37: more nightmares

Callahan fanart because why not.
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George POV.

I had completely forgotten the fact that there were mutts after me as I tried to follow the blond as he led me through the District. After running for so long I was panting slightly as I called out to the blond and tried to get him to slow down.

Clay didn’t listen though, continuing to let out his familiar wheeze as he ran through the streets with me behind him. I wanted him to slow down so I could tell him I forgave him. After what I’ve been through I just wanted him to slow down so I could be close to him.

“Please Clay,” I called out, my voice getting sore as I continued to run. “Please slow down,” my eyes were watering for several different reasons.
“I can’t hear you George!” the blond called out, “you’ll have to catch me first!”

The blond had a stronger build than me, he was also faster and kept ahead. I followed Clay as he ran through the streets and out onto the edge of the District. He continued up towards the victor's village and I had to slow down from a run to a walk.

He disappeared through the gate of the village and so I let out a sigh. Tears continued to prick the side of my eyes. Why won’t he stop and let me talk to him? I cried out as I continued to follow him. I shouldn’t follow him, he’ll keep running no matter how long I chase him.

I made my way to the gate of the village, before entering I looked around to see if the mutts were there. Thankfully nothing was in sight and so I walked through the gates of the empty village.

“Clay?” I called out, looking around at the empty houses as I hoped to see him. “Where did you go?” I felt like it was too quiet around here. The wind that had been blowing had suddenly quietened down, it felt like the scene of a horror movie.

Only one of the buildings had lights on and so after a quick look around I ran over to it. I knocked on the door and waited a few moments before it was opened by a familiar pinkette. He looked me up and down and gave me a surprised look.

“What are you doing here George?” the pinkette asked. “Shouldn’t you be in District 3?”
I gave a sheepish nod, unsure of how to respond. The victor continued, “why are you here in District 4?”

“I came here looking for Clay,” I responded in a relatively quiet voice, glancing around to see if I could see the blond or any mutts. “He came this way… did you see him?”
Techno nodded, beckoning me inside. I warily did that and looked around his house.

The interior did nothing to match the exterior, with a bunch of what looked like bloody weapons and tools. The sight made me shiver as I wondered what he used them for because it definitely wasn’t for cooking.

In the middle of the room was a wooden box which Techno walked over to. He stared into it for a few moments before looking over to me as I stood about 20 feet away from him. “Do you want to get home?” the victor asked, sending me a glance. “Because this is the only way I can get you there.”

I told myself not to trust him, I should just go back outside and look for Clay again, maybe he was still somewhere around. But I was worried that if I tried to leave Techno would use one of those knives or axes on me.

“Yes,” I told him, not knowing what else to say.
He beckoned for me to move over to him and so I did. “If you get into the box I can put you on the train that goes around the Districts. It’ll go to District 3 after this.”

Once again I nodded and he helped me climb into the box, even though I didn’t trust him. He had me sit down before placing the lid over the box. It became dark inside the box, I felt like a trapped animal, and I had been dumb enough to walk into that trap.

My only source of light was through the air hole and I looked through it, seeing Techno grabbing something to hammer the lid of the box on with. I realised that this was a trap and started to freak out, but the victor just ignored me.

“Are you going to help me move this to the train station?” Techno asked, looking at someone who was standing on the other side of the box.
I swiveled around and looked out of an air hole on the other side of the box and my eyes immediately widened.

“Of course I am,” the familiar blond responded.
I looked at Clay, who walked closer to the box and grabbed it while Techno grabbed it from the other side and the pair lifted me up.

They carried me out the door and I stayed looking through the air hole at Clay. “Clay please…” I begged quietly, looking up at him even though he didn’t look back. “Please help me…”
The blond just ignored me as I kept begging, tears rolled down my cheeks and I began letting out choked out sobs.

Both of the men from District 4 carried the box for a while, with little care for the box as they took me to the station. A train was already there and people were loading stuff off of it and onto a platform instead.

A worker began to approach Techno and Clay as the pair continued to carry the box. My voice was sore from crying and so I just pathetically sat there. “What do you have there Techno?” the worker asked as he reached us.

“I have something to be delivered to the Capitol Ponk.” the victor stated, and I just listened weakly, having already guessed that this was my fate.
“Sure,” the worker replied, and they began moving the box again.

The trio put the crate into a train car and even though I yelled out asking them to let me go they acted like they couldn’t hear me, maybe they couldn’t. They then shut the door of the car leaving me in pitch black.

I felt the train start to move and wondered where I was going. I tried to convince myself I was going back to District 3, that that was where they were sending me back home, but I knew that wasn’t the case.

I sat in the dark for who knew how long. Listening to the wind whistling from outside as I sat alone, tears rolling down my cheeks as I waited to figure out my fate.
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