"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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The cornucopia had loads of supplies; Hollie and I had hidden our tiny bodies in a corner as the anthem played. The only casualty was actually the boy from five. Which meant that there was a lot of tributes left. I was trying to count on my fingers when Hollie he read my mind.
Melody had tucked herself into sleep, her and Apollo were right next to one another. The both of them asleep, Brax had passed out too but Xella was awake, playing with the cold knife that rested between her fingertips. I watched her like some kind of hawk, my eyes constantly darting between the District 2 female and her trusty knife.
The sound of the anthem began playing, Melody was out for the count. She was a deep sleeper, good to know. Apollo seemed to have noticed it but it almost unfazed him. Brax had woken up and began watching it. the four of us sat in silence as the anthem played and began showing the fallen tributes.
One tribute.
The District Male, Spike.
Everyone else was alive and well.
The sound of a voice whispered something in my ear. I turned my head to see Hollie about to whisper something, her cold breath went down my ear and the hairs on my arms and legs stood up as if they had somewhere to be.
"Who does that leave?" Hollie whispered, ever so gently into my ear it was so smooth. I looked over at her, holding her hand underneath the warmth of the blanket.
"All the careers, the girl from three, me, the girl from 5, and the girl from 7, the boy from 8, you, the male guy from your district, both from eleven and I think that's it." I thought, Hollie counted on her fingers how many tributes that was.
"So...thirteen?" Hollie raises an eyebrow. I nod my head, if we took away ourselves we only had eleven people to kill.
"Thirteen" I nod my head in agreement.
"Is that high for a games?" Hollie questions, of course she hasn't been watching the games. I don't blame her, she's just a child for god sake and forced into the games.
"It's higher than usual but some of the games would have eighteen or nineteen tributes alive, depending on how brutal people could be." I describe to Hollie, who is snuggling up to me. her head is on my shoulder and we are holding hands. She is like my little sister now.
"Okay" Hollie's big blue eyes, that are almost like water droplets, look me directly in the eyes. "do you promise to protect me?"
I kiss the top of her head. feeling her soft scalp. "We'll make it out of these games alive, I promise."
"No you will. If it's just me and you left, I'll kill myself. You have to win, Serabella." Hollie begs of me; I don't answer her purely because I don't want to imagine the worst case scenario of it being that. me choosing between myself or her.
"Get some sleep now. I'll wake you up in two hours" I instruct of Hollie, who closes her eyes and falls asleep within minutes.
I manage to get some sleep; I wake Hollie up two hours later. I finally fall asleep in the middle of the night; this was the second night without Saron. And it would be the final night these fucking tributes were alive, if I had any say in it. I actually slept really well for the whole six hours that I indeed got. I kept nearly falling asleep, I was that tired.
