The Hunger Games - PRIM EDITION

Chapter 15 - The Feast

*Prim's POV*

"Attention, Attention, Tributes!" Claudius Templesmith's voice booms through the arena once again. "There will be a feast at sunrise at the cornucopia. This will be no ordinary feast. Each of you needs something, desperately, and we intend to be... generous hosts. This will be the final announcement." The noise echoes for a moment before there is silence.

"What do you reckon there is there for us?" Peeta asks, looking around at me, his blue eyes twinkling in the moonlight.

I stop to think for a moment before replying. "Weapons?" I suggest. "Would they be that generous?"

"Probably." Peeta says. "Do you think we should go?"

"Probably." I reply, mimicking his response.

"You sure?" he asks wearily, as though he doesn't think I can handle it.

"Yeah." I say. He raises his eyebrows at me, so I add. "In fact, we should probably get moving now."

"Okay." He says. "I suppose we are pretty far away from the cornucopia."

"Which direction do you think it is?" I ask as I start to pack little things into our small bag. Peeta points behind him, and we jump down from the tree, and start walking down the extremely lumpy hill.

Ten minutes into our journey, the Capitol seal shows in the sky, and the anthem plays, but there is no one dead today. The anthem tells us that it is midnight. We have until sunrise to get to the cornucopia, and on the opposite side to the Careers.

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When we reach the cornucopia, the sun is almost over the edge of the horizon, the sky a mixture of blue and orange. We wait anxiously, staring at the cornucopia with its golden surface shimmering in the early morning light, ready to run.

The sun finally peeks over the horizon, and there is suddenly movement by the cornucopia. As if out of nowhere, a metallic looking table slots into place just outside the mouth of the cornucopia, where the weapons were. Four bags appear on the table, and with a final look of confirmation with Peeta, we run.

I grab the orange bag with the number twelve on it, and turn to run, only to find my path blocked. Thresh is running straight towards me, a spear held tightly in his drawn-back hand. I try to ignore the jelly like feeling in my legs, and spin around, grabbing Peeta's arm, and start to run towards the forest.

My legs finally give in, crumbling beneath me. I try desperately to climb to my feet, but everything to go in slow motion, and my legs feel heavy as if in a nightmare. I watch everything happening around me, Clove running to the cornucopia, The girl from district five sprinting back into the forest, a green bag in her hand with the number five on it. I could even be watching on the big screen at home, but it feels too real.

Thresh releases the spear, and it probably would have hit me if he hadn't have fallen as he threw it. Only I think he has fallen, until I see the knife lodged in his back. As if through water, I hear the cannon boom, signifying his death. His spear sinks into the ground about one metre from where I sit. I look past Thresh's sill body to see Clove, sprinting toward us.

I feel Peeta's arms lift me to my feet, and he drags me away. We run as fast as we can towards the forest again. Footsteps pound behind us, urging us to carry on, keep us running from our death. I search my mind for an escape, and remembering my first day in the arena, I get level with Peeta.

"You see that bank further up here?" I say, quiet enough that the rampaging career behind us can't hear. Peeta nods. "Jump down there. I'll keep running."

"What? No!" he throws a sideways glance at me.

"Just do it!" I say. "We need to spit up!" he doesn't argue, just carries on running in silence. When we get to the bank, he jumps. I carry on running as fast as I can, and the footsteps continue thumping behind me.

There's a sharp turn in the path, but I don't follow it, I just carry on running trough the overgrown grass that my feet get temporarily tangled in. sensing that Clove isn't giving up, I look for a tree to escape up. Seeing one with low branches, I head towards it, and launch myself up into the branches, climbing away from her. She throws the knife which lodges into the tree trunk, literally centimetres away from my head.

She lets out a grunt of frustration, and starts to climb up the tree. I climb higher, but I can't climb for long, as the branches become flimsy. This is it, I think, I'm dead. Clove is only metres away from me now, and is reaching out for me. I hold my breath.

Suddenly she falls, tumbling down, hitting branches until she hits the floor, her leg bent at an awkward angle. I don't have a clue what happened, all I can see is that she has blood coming out of her mouth, and she looks very pale. I hear footsteps approaching the tree, and I stay as still as I can.

Peeta looks up at me with a worried look on his face.

"Are you okay?" he says urgently.

"Yeah." I say faintly, still shocked that I am not dead. "You?"

"I'm fine." He says, starting to climb the tree. "Here, there's a strong branch here." he says, settling further down the tree. I lower myself down.

"Four left." Peeta says.

"What?" I say, not that I didn't hear him, but out of shock.

"There's only four of us left." He says simply. "And we're the only team."

I stay in silence, utterly shocked. One more death, and it's the finale.

"We could win." I say in no more than a whisper. "We could win." Peeta grins, a glimmer of hope in his eye. All we have to do is wait.

Not too sure about this chapter, but I hope you enjoyed it and thanks for reading!! :)