"Ironic ain't it? The one woman I can't get enough of, is the one I'll never be able to have"
Delyth Bardott grapples with unexpected emotions for her tribute, straying from the expected norms of a Capitol girl drawn to a District boy.
Meanwhile...
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A devastating explosion ruptured one of the stone walls of the arena, hurling several individuals, through the air. The relentless succession of bombs transformed the once picturesque arena into a chaotic scene of blazing sparks and suffocating dust, with bodies crashing mercilessly to the ground.
Festus and Delyth, positioned to the side, narrowly escaped the brunt of the main explosion, facing only a subdued aftermath.
Amidst the chaos, a persistent ringing filled her ears, drowning out the shouts of students and tributes. Festus grabbed her wrist, attempting to lead her away from the disaster. Gazing up, she witnessed more bombs erupting, further engulfing the arena in turmoil.
Her thoughts instantly gravitated towards Treech, and she strained to locate him in the arena shrouded in smoke.
Disentangling Festus' hand from her wrist, she darted into the midst of the chaos. It was only then that she heard Festus yelling her name.
"Treech?" She screamed at the top of her lungs, stumbling backward as Livia Cardew rushed past her.
Panic surged within her as she struggled to locate him, her head darting in a frantic search in every direction.
With a sense of urgency, two arms spun her around, and a wave of relief engulfed her as she found herself face to face with Treech.
"What are you doing?" He yelled at her, his arms still remained on her shoulders as she looked up to him. "You need to get out Delyth!"
Their attention shifted as Marcus appeared with two other tributes trailing behind him. Yells echoed behind them, and she discerned the presence of peacekeepers. Gunshots rang out, claiming the lives of the two tributes behind Marcus, yet he remained unscathed.
She looked back to Treech, "why did you not get out?" He questioned again.
Before she could respond, she found herself forcefully pulled from his embrace, peacekeepers dragging them apart. He yelled out to her, but she felt rendered speechless amidst the overwhelming situation unfolding around her, feeling extremely overstimulated.
Having emerged unscathed from the bombing, she now stood outside the hospital. Choosing to visit those less fortunate, she discovered the heartbreaking news of Apollo and Diana Ring losing their lives.
The news of tributes being treated by a veterinarian irritated her. The consistent dehumanization of tributes, treating them like animals, fueled her anger.
Her thoughts interrupted as she heard her name called. "Delly!"
She turned around to find Tigris running toward her, a broad smile lighting up her face. Delyth immediately mirrored the expression at the sight of her best friend who she hadn't seen for some time.
