Mockingjay // C.S

The Viewing

Charlotte Addam's POV:
Hours passed slowly and soon we were being allowed to view the arena. I walk into the building after years of the same arena, the 12th annual games decided on having a completely different arena.

I look around at the snow. There's plenty of trees I'm sure I could climb. I notice an iced over river and a cornucopia. Fear fills me as everything comes to life; I'm dead come tomorrow.

I notice Coriolanus come closer to me as I look around in fear. "Don't look so scared, doll" his voice is a whisper and I try to listen almost like he's my gospel. "Mister?" I whisper like a soft prayer for help.

"Yes, Charlotte?" Coriolanus speaks. "Promise me something, you- you won't let me die in this arena, I'm not ready to die" I say, my words come out panicked as I look up at the much taller man. I feel his hands rest on my shoulders as he leans down and whispers to me, "I promise, doll, I'll do whatever it takes."

I almost hug him but hold back when the riots begin. I watch in shock as some of the other tributes begin fighting their own mentors and don't hold back with the peacekeepers. I know we aren't allowed weapons and so I try to move away in fear.

They all fight as many of us try to run. I go to run out of the arena as the fighting becomes involved with even tribute on tribute. I know I'm not ready to die and that becomes bluntly obvious to me as I see the girl from 8 have her head bashed in by a a massive shard of ice.

Rushing, I try to get back to the entrance as I hear a bang and see a mentor on the floor, bleeding out. Just then, four small explosions go off in the arena so everyone stumbles. I watch with most of the others who tried running as the peacekeepers hold us off from the arena.

I can see Coriolanus on the floor when the boy from 1 with the gun goes for him and without a second thought, I duck past a peacekeeper and am back in to the arena. Quickly, I run back to Coriolanus and before I know it, I feel myself going numb as I hold a sharp icicle.

Thoughts leave my mind as the boy from two aims the gun at Coriolanus and I feel myself aiming the icicle at the man. For years, I wouldn't so much as kill a spider and yet here I was holding a bloody piece of icicle.

I am dragged away as a beaten Coriolanus stands up beside the dead body of the boy from 1. I watch in fear at what I'd done; I'd killed. Before I know it, I am being forced back into the cage of the zoo with all the other tributes.

Despite the nights events, all I can think about is how Coriolanus was doing. I spent part of the night awake as I watched the other tributes in fear they'd kill me. Finally it was my turn to sleep as Lucas woke up.