Justice, the 4th hunger games book, the story after mockingjay

Chapter twenty-three

Chapter Twenty-three

PPOV

For a couple of seconds I'm in complete darkness, I look up to see a small circle of light that I am slowly approaching, I focus on it to allow my eyes the maximum amount of time to adjust to the brightness. It only takes a minute until I can feel the light breeze from the arena on my cheeks.

My eyes take a second to adjust to the brightness of the sun I blink a couple of times to allow them to focus, when they do I have just fifty-five seconds to take in my surroundings. I know exactly where we are. I had already predicted this arena, they hadn't even bothered to sort out the holding chambers to make sure that I couldn't have worked it out beforehand. Or was that meant to be left there, as a clue, to help me work out where I would be? To give me even more of an advantage? I am on the far side of the Cornucopia from where I need to go. I know this arena like the back of my hand, I could navigate it with my eyes closed. This arena has been etched in my mind, in my memory, it has been the stem of so many of my nightmares and now I am going to have to live through them all in the space of a couple of weeks. I have the lake to my back the heath land that was once thresh's domain to my left. I must run to my right and into the woods. The river isn't far from here at all, maybe a day's walk so half a day at this stage of the games I should be able to run most of it.

Forty seconds.

I will need supplies though. Some form of weapon. I scan my immediate area for something of use that's when I see it. The hilt of a knife glinting in the sun, just visible under a bag less than five metres from me, that's exactly what I need. That is where I will go first. I look at the tributes to my left and right, and breathe a sigh of relief, neither of them appear to be younger than me and both are male. I will take both of them out if they run into the fight.

Twenty seconds.

I tuck in my locket and zip up my jacket to prevent it from getting in my way when I start fighting for my life. Three people down from me is the little girl from ten, I had been watching her all week, she appeared to be around 13, long dark hair which was tied back into a slick bun. She played with something her hand, something metal as it glistened in the morning sun. the next couple of seconds happened so fast I didn't have any time to react.

Ten seconds

Suddenly she lost grip of her charm and begun frantically snatching it as she tried to regain grip as it got further and further out of her grip. I began to let out a breath I didn't know I was holding as she grabbed the charm but it was too late, she had lost her balance and the worst happened. It all happened so quickly that time seemed to stand still, at this point everyone's attention was on this young girl as she swung her arms around in a feeble attempt to maintain her balance before the unavoidable happened at she stepped off her plate. Instinctively I crouch and cover my ears as the bombs are set off surrounding her. I don't even hear a scream before mud and her remains are blown sky high showering half of the tributes. I suddenly think of Katniss, will she have heard that? Will she be distracted thinking it was me? No. I tell myself. She would know that I wouldn't be that careless, that I have done this twice before and survived, that I wouldn't fall at the first hurdle.

I look around at the tributes expressions, everyone is shocked, this has only ever happened once before and many of the tributes will have been too young to remember, the only reason I know is from watching numerous games back in the days before the third quarter quell. I glance at the counter and do a quick sweep of the other tributes, no one is paying attention to the time! Everyone is still recovering from the shock of it all! This is my chance I watch the counter tick down the final seconds.

Three.

Two.

One.

I smile to myself and sprint forward driving my feet into the disturbed soil. Within a second I'm sweeping up the knife and hurling the bag onto my back before driving myself forward towards the forests I stoop down and grab a loaf of bread before coming face to face with another tribute.

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