𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 (𝑇𝐵𝑃)

Chapter Ten

"Griffin?" I say in surprise, bow lowering.

"And Donna," The blond supplies, gesturing behind him to the other figure emerging from the darkness. Instinctively, I bring my bow back up, ignoring my aching fingers. Donna's holding a sword- similar to Robin's- and she points it towards me, glaring hard.

Robin's voice is quiet. "Finn."

I don't let my gaze drop. Donna and I glare at each other, with my arrow at the ready and her sword up in front of her. There's only a few feet of space between us, but somehow, I feel like she could slice my arrow out of the air before it would hit her. She gives off a similar aura to Robin, actually: quiet and deadly.

Speaking of Robin, he's staring at me, katana lowered. "Finn," He murmurs. "Trust me."

He told me there was a plan. A plan to get out of here- which means, a way that all of us can stay alive. What had he been trying to write before these two showed up? G, then R... Griffin?

Fuck it- fine. My fingers hurt anyway. I force myself to relax, letting the bowstring return to its resting position. "Your girl hit me with a rock and broke my fingers," I say bluntly, even if I have no clue if they're even broken.

"It was an accident," Griffin says quickly.

"An accident that she hit me with perfect aim."

"No, she thought you were aiming for Donna," He explains, and my eyes flicker back to the black-haired girl. She's glaring at me. "But you weren't, were you? You were going for Annie?"

"Annie?" I ask, glare still locked on Donna.

"The District 4 girl." Griffin looks between Donna and me. "We come in peace," He says, holding up both of his hands. "We don't want to hurt you. See, Donna's going to put her sword down."

He shoots Donna a meaningful look. Reluctantly, the girl lowers her sword. "You're uninjured?" Robin asks.

I'm pissed that he cares. There's some sort of unspoken alliance here that I don't like. Although, Donna definitely looks like someone I'd want as an ally and not an enemy- but I know full well that I'm not a fan of anything I don't know a lot about.

"Yes," Donna says tersely. Her voice is quiet but firm. "You two?"

"Fine," Robin says.

"The dumbass twisted his ankle," I interrupt, nodding my head at Robin. "And your ally broke my fingers."

"My ankle is fine," My ally mutters.

"Sure it is."

"Can you walk?" Griffin asks.

Robin nods. "Yeah."

"I think we have bandages," Donna murmurs, and she swings a backpack off of her shoulders. She doesn't let go of her sword as she rummages through it, and she comes up with a roll of white bandages.

The District 2 girl tosses it to Robin; he catches it with his free hand. "It's warmer in this part of the cave," Griffin says. His eyes flicker to the pile of ash- what remains of the fire. "You two had a fire?"

"Had being the key word," I say.

"Ran out of fuel?" Griffin looks to Donna, then back to me. "We have some things that we can burn. I know you taught me how to make a fire," He says sheepishly, looking at me, "But you're better at it than I am. Could you make a fire again?"

Griffin and Donna are both looking at me. It's more than a simple question about making a fire; it's a gesture for more. An ask to sit down and have a civil conversation.