Don't Forget Me

The End

"grief is the price we pay for love,"

DAY THREE

Across from the two Zara took a few steps back till her feet were back in the water, Calder['s arm in front of his sister as they all stared at the boy smiling up at the sky.

"Cali, what's happening?" Cilla held her brother's arm close as he kept trying to push them back. "Lucky just move."

"Y'know I never planned on you making it this far? I mean, Damien here," Asra nudges his body with his foot, "Was supposed to take you out in the start but he tried to go for Cilla. It wasn't supposed to be this hard," He sounded desperate like he needed his plan to work. 

"What-" Cilla pushed herself in front of her brother, "What are you talking about?"

Zara moved further away from the group. "Cilla, your brother wasn't supposed to be here. He wasn't supposed to be able to save you!" The spear in his hand was now pointed at the two of them, "I did everything I was told,"

"Asra, what did you do?"

He shook his head and dropped his wooden spear, "Not enough," Behind him, a shadow moved quickly; Zara was running at him as best as she could without alerting him, but Cilla's eyes not focusing on him or her brother made him look behind him. He moved out of the way as she lunged, body hitting the sand. 

"Zara!" Cilla tried to run over to help but Calder pulled her back. He kept trying to pull her back into the forest away from the others but it was no use, she wasn't giving up. She stomped on her brother's foot and his hold let up, she took her chance and ran at the two. 

Asra's back was to her which made it easy for the tackle move to work this time. He fell to the ground next to Zara. The girl took that chance to try and scramble for the spear feet away from them, but she wouldn't reach it. Not when the boy threw his head back, knocked the girl off his back and reached over to where Zara was moving and yanked her leg out from under her- the same move Cilla pulled on Ash the day before. Cilla was grabbed from the ground and pulled out of the way as the same thing was happening across from them, only Asra was pulling Zara into the water.  

A cannon went off as her head went under. They were calling them early.

Growing up there was one thing in life that Lucille and Calder loved more than anything, Sunday gardening with Grandma. It was the one day out of the week they got to be away from everything at home and feel loved. Their grandma would always tell them, "Just because your wings are clipped doesn't mean you can't fly," Calder had an idea of what he thought it meant but Lucille never understood it. If someone was hurt so bad and they had everything taken away from them, how could they still go on? How could they live knowing they won't be how they once were? And maybe she'll never know, but Calder did, and if he knew she was okay with not knowing. She trusted him to eventually tell her when he truly did.

This is why when he pushed her to the ground she knew to stay there, that he had a plan. While Asra was having his laughing fest he took his chance and punched him. His head flew to the side as he stumbled back. Calder went to punch him again but Asra got one in first. Cilla watched scared for her brother's life and wanted to help, but it was like she couldn't move from the ground as it all unfolded. The two kept throwing punches back and forth like hot potato. But then Asra ducked and tackled Calder. He tried to push him off but Asra had his hand around his throat.

It was as if she was on autopilot, her feet carried her as her body bent to throw herself. She hit him so hard they both rolled until they were almost in the water. Both groaned in pain as they tried to regain control of themselves and get to the other. Cilla rolled as he lunged at her, his wrist bent at a weird angle and he let out a cry of pain. She kicked him across the face and his back rolled into the water, sadly his face didn't go under. She went to go to push him under but he turned to quickly and was on top of her. He wrapped his hands around her throat and pushed her into the sand. Her hands clawed at his arms and stared directly into his eyes, for if he was going to kill her he'd have to watch the life leave her eyes. But he wasn't the only one watching. She saw as his eyes watered just slightly enough to look as if he cared, and maybe he did. Maybe if he could go back he'd choose not to do this, he'd choose to actually be her friend. But he didn't, so why is he crying? Through the blurriness of her vision, she could've sworn he was saying something just too quiet to reach her ears.

Knowing she didn't want his face to be the last she saw she looked over at her brother. He was lying down not far from her with blood on his face and his eyes barely open, his arm was reaching out for her. It was shining. Maybe her brain was making things up. But then Calder moved his hand and it shined again.

The pocket knife. She thought she dropped it in the water.

Calder turned it around so it reached her fingertips reached the handle. With the small strength she had left from the little air, she grabbed it.

But by the time he saw the knife, it was too late. Cilla had driven it into his heart. He gasped and she pushed him off of her as she regained her breath.

A cannon went off in the distance.

Cilla dropped the knife from her hand and moved next to Calder. He had a smile on his face that was just barely visible from all the blood. The two sat there for a few moments before Cilla looked at him again and laughed. She hid her laughter in her hands as Cal swatted at her.

Her right hand was wet. As it grazed her cheek she could feel the water, but she hadn't been in the water. Calder grabbed her wrist with his left hand and she grabbed his wrist back.

Then on her bare arm, she felt it. His hand had a cut on it.

"Cali," Her voice shook as she flipped his hand into her view, "Is this the hand you gave me the knife with?"

"The only one I could," He sounded confused. Panicked she grabbed the knife with her free hand, it had fallen in dry sand by still felt wet, "What is it?"

The air in her lungs felt like ice, she took the knife and threw it as far into the water as she could with a scream that terrified her brother. She sunk back into the sand as sobs fell from her lips.

"Lucky, w-what is it?" His speech was getting slower. Just like Audrey's did.

She laid her head on his chest as he looked at his hand, "Oh,"

"I take it you know?"

"Figured i-it out in seconds," he tried to laugh but it didn't sound right.

Cilla grabbed his hand and held it in hers.

"You find those who can help you fix it," His voice was barely heard.

Her head lifted, "What?"

"The wings," And for a few seconds she was confused but then it came to her.

"You can't unclip them alone," His head shook as he blinked slowly, "Lucky?"

"Mm?"

"I love y-" His words slurred as his body went still. Cilla buried her face in his chest as a cannon went off in the distance and her tears fell into his shirt.

"Lady's and gentlemen, you winner of the 68th hunger ga-"

The voice was cut off but a loud bang. Cilla looked up to see the dome with a huge hole pierced through it. Outside there was no light shining in on them and she could clearly see the flying machine breaking through the barrier. The wind from it was making the trees all around them go crazy. Cilla held on tighter to her brother's body as the hovering vehicle came down with a crane, and grabbed the dead tributes from the beach and water.

On the bridge, she saw the peacekeepers coming up through the tubes they originally came in through. They were all making their way toward the girl. Her eyes grew in fear as another crane came down and was headed right for Calder. It was coming so fast she barely had time to jump back before it took her too.

The peacekeepers had gotten to her before she could jump at the crane as it lifted her brother's body up and into the sky. She kicked and screamed for her to let them go but they wouldn't budge. They carried her up and onto the bridge, as she still fought them every step of the way. They were nearing a break in the bridge so she reached out and grabbed onto the railing to hold her back.

In doing so the peacekeeper holding her lost his balance, stumbled and fell over the edge. Cilla watched as yet another person was killed by her. The others went to grab her, this time one had a needle.

She pulled herself upright on the railing and tried to jump into the water. They caught her before she could.