"Why do they call her Jack the Ripper?"
Serabella Chambers, seventeen years old in the seventieth hunger games. When she volunteered for her little sister, Annabella Cresta. Running through the crowd to save her life desperately.
"Well she murdered...
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"Hey is there another fire over there?"
Xella had bellowed out, the four of them vultures were still towering over the body that was beneath them, Saron's lifeless body was on the ground as his head rolled around on the mudded flooring. Xella, Brax, Melody and Apollo all turned their gruesome heads, Apollo and Melody were both splattered in Saron's blood but Brax was covered from head to toe in it. in fact, Xella's legs were covered in his blood too.
Saron had been dead for two minutes, his dead had been dispatched from his body. The look in his eye, even after all these years, still completely haunts me. that confounded, fossilised, petrified look that is still there to this day, his body probably rotting away somewhere horrible, but he was gone. My friend was gone.
Xella, Brax, Melody and Apollo had all darted out of the woods in a shot, the four of them darted as fast as they could away from the body and within fifteen seconds, they were gone. Disappeared into the forest.
Hollie was still in my arms, the clutter of blonde hair on my chest as she sobbed in my arms. I felt her tears ricochet onto my clothes. She and I both knew I was being the strong one, holding back the tears when my friend had died.
I wanted to run to Finnick's arms. I wanted to sob on his chest.
But I was not with Finnick, instead I was with Hollie.
We got out of the bush, I crawled towards the body where I first noticed Saron and cradled his little and lifeless body in my arms. I cried, Hollie cried and neither of us said anything for a while. I just held the headless and insensible body that no longer harboured the soul that was my good friend.
"What do we do with the body?" Hollie's voice suddenly sparks up like a flash of light. I realise she is still here; it's been well over ten minutes.
I didn't know what to do with his body, I hadn't thought this far ahead. Nevertheless, there he lay. Like the world was on his shoulders, his head Hollie had managed to catch. She closed his eyes, she cried, holding his head which I must admit was weird but I didn't mind all that much. I was too upset.
I had the idea of burying him right there and then. I needed to mourn him. "We're gonna make him a grave. Okay?"
"Okay"
They'll want the body soon enough to deliver back to his family or something, like a token so they can bury him back in District Four, it's the only nice thing about this is that he'll finally be at peace in the middle of his home. I know his family is crying whilst I cradle his lifeless body. I know Hollie is crying, I know that Annie is probably crying.
I have grown to care for Saron so much. He felt like my brother. He felt like someone I could fully trust in this arena.
His body is curled up, like a baby animal in the springtime. His eyes are shut when Hollie lays his body with his head. they go together perfectly. His eyes are shut and his lips have carved back to the way that they once were. He is even more beautiful, in death.
