Part 3 - Wrong Cage?

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The pair turned around to face to tributes. At first they hadn't noticed the two, but with Coriolanus'  bright red uniform, he was hard to miss.

Coriolanus managed to spit out a nervous "hi" before being interrupted by a large tribute who Isabella recognized as the District 11 boy, reaper.

"What's the matter pretty boy? You in the wrong cage?" 

"No this cage its delightful."

Suddenly, Reaper gently pushed past Treech before pinning him into the wall. One of the other tributes had uttered a "get em Reaper."

"I will kill you right now," the boys voice echoed as he tightened his grip around Coriolanus' throat.

"He'll do it too" said the little girl Dill from 11. "He killed a peacekeeper back in 11."

"Quiet Dill!' the boy yelled in an attempt to shut her up.

"I say we kill em" yelled the District 10 boy Tanner.

"I'm in!" yelled the girl from his district.

I few other tributes began to speak in agreement.

"What about the girl!" Coral, the girl from District 4 yelled. 

Shit 

Now the attention had shifted to Isabella.

"She must be Capitol," the girl kept talking, "her clothes are much to fine to be district. Are we going to kill her too."

Before anyone else could agree with her, a voice from the other side of the truck spoke up.

"No, nobody's killing anyone! That girl is my mentor whether I like it or not."

The voice belonged to Treech. Isabella slightly smiled at him replicating her words earlier.

"How come you get a Mendor?" asked Coral.

"Mentor!" Coriolanus yelled "you each get one."

"He's my mentor!" Lucy Gray replied, as she indicated towards Coriolanus.

"How come rainbow girl and lumberjack get special treatment?" Coral said, this time walking face to face with Isabella.

"Not inspired I guess" Lucy Gray stammered.

Just then, the truck began to tilt backwards, causing the tributes to slide towards the doors. Everyone began to slide into one another. Isabella desperately held onto the side of the bench. She noticed Coriolanus holding onto Lucy Gray. Then, the doors opened. Panicked, Isabella grabbed for her bag in an attempt to prevent the contents from spilling out.

The tributes began to roll out of the truck onto a hard rock. Isabella was one of the last to be pushed out of the cage because she was in the back. As she rolled down the rock, she felt herself land on something.

It took Isabella a while to catch her breath. Then she heard a voice.

"You're on my hat!" said the voice, which she now recognized belonged to Treech. 

"Oh sorry," Isabella muttered, slowly pulling the hat out from under her, and attempting to stand up. 

"You haven't see my bag, have you?" Isabella asked the boy.

"I have it right here," he responded "I'll trade you.

Then he offered her a hand.

At first, Isabella was too nervous to grab his hand, worrying that he may try and do something to her himself.

"Do you not want help?" he asked.

Reluctantly, Isabella grabbed his hand, allowing him to pull her to her feet.

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