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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞

tw: gore

~"or should i just kill you now?"~

A cannon goes off.

I'm frozen, watching the water ripple where Bellamy went down.

It's the hovercraft's arrival that snaps me out of my stupor. As the claw lowers to retrieve Bellamy's body, I back away. Bellamy's body is lifted into the air, and I can see where his right foot has been chewed off, and his left leg torn away up to his knee. Chunks of flesh have been ripped away from his body.

I can't seem to tear my eyes away from him as a single tear cuts a path down my face.

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The anthem plays.

First Velvet's face lights up the sky, followed by Bellamy's, and then Caleb.

I found a different patch of forest and found a massive tree that I climbed at least 80 feet up in. I don't have anyone to switch off guarding with, so I have to be out of sight.

Bellamy. I can't keep my mind from going back to him.

I really miss him.

If I do make it back home, I'll never call him again. In all of our years of knowing each other, we always talked at least once a day. It didn't have to be a long conversation or anything, we were always just...there for each other.

Silk, Kaia, and Reed will probably be hunting me more aggressively now that it's just me and there's three of them. I'm going to have to be more careful from now on. I'm not sure that I'd be able to come out on the winning side of that fight.

I wake up with the sun after a series of dreams involving memories of Bellamy. Once I wake up, his death hits me like a tidal wave.

I consolidated Bellamy and I's backpacks yesterday. I don't feel like hunting or fishing, so I decide to eat a roll of crackers and  a granola bar. A parachute with food comes down with a note that says "Final Eight- F" on it. 

I didn't even realize that we're down to the final eight. I guess we've been dying out pretty quickly. I form a mental list of who's left. Silk, Kaia, and Reed, obviously. Then both from Five, the girl from Nine, and Oak. And me. 

Should I start looking for tributes to take on? I'm fairly certain I could end this all very quickly.

But my limbs just feel to heavy.

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The day passes without any cannons. I sleep a little less soundly knowing that the Gamemakers will want to get things interesting.

I wake up the next morning and go down to the stream to fill up my water bottle. From there, I keep a close watch out and am surprised to see a figure limping towards me from a little off. I squint.

Reed.

My trident's poised to throw in an instant, to skewer his heart straight through in an instant, but he yells "NO!" at the last second, and strangely, I listen. I don't through. I still keep it up in a casually defensive position, but I watch as Reed stumbles over and collapses onto a rock near me.

"Do you need something, or should I just kill you now?" I ask.

"I'm sorry about the whole joining up with the careers thing. I know I said I wasn't going to, but I didn't have a choice. They got to me, and were going to kill me if I didn't join them. I sprained my ankle or something getting away from them," Reed tells me.