The Black Widow- A Hunger Games Fanfic

Night 3

The third day passed uneventfully. I just sat there, tied to the tree, watching the others whisper their plans just out of my earshot. Every so often, Finnick or Johanna would come over to check on me or give me a bit of food or water. No-one else ever came.
That was, until night fell.

The ten o'clock wave had just passed through when Finnick arrived and began to undo my ropes.
"Don't move," he warned, and I struggled to obey, but managed just long enough that he was able to tie my hands behind my back.
"Are they going to kill me now."
"Katniss wants to," he confirmed.
"Of course she does," I said dolefully, "that was your agreement, wasn't it- that you'd give me one more day to live. It's already been more than that."
"I bought us some time by telling her that a cannon from the cornucopia will ensure that the careers make it to the beach," he said, his voice hushed, "we're going to electrocute Brutus and Enobaria on the sand. I think she's going to try run after that." He slipped a knife into my bound hands, "So when we are close enough to the jungle, knock me down and cut your ropes. Meet us at the tree at midnight." Then, he dropped his voice so low it was basically inaudible, "If you want to live, make sure your tracker is out by then. If you see 12, take theirs out too."
"But won't you letting me free make Katniss not trust you?" I asked, louder than Finnick but not so loud that the others could hear.
"She already doesn't trust me," he replied, "this will hardly make a difference."

Finnick led me towards the group, past the jungle. As we approached, Katniss eyed me with contempt. Already, I was beginning to wear down the bindings with the small blade. They were hanging on by a strand. When we had nearly reached the group, I broke the last strand and barged Finnick to the floor. He fought back, trying to make it convincing but I jabbed at his throat with the side of my hand and ran as he dropped to the floor, gagging. He would be fine, hopefully.
I ran through the eleven o'clock zone of the arena at top speed. The insects wouldn't come out for another few hours. Or so I hoped.
I had nothing save for a single knife and my nails. My pack, my other weapons, everything, were back on the beach. Everyone had a leg up on me. There was a very real chance that despite my best efforts, I might not make it to midnight.

I continued my uphill trek through the eleven o'clock zone towards the lightning tree for an hour or so before I found a sign of life. The sky was dark and of course, in their infinite arrogance, Brutus and Enobaria had lit a fire. I didn't think they'd seen me and as I lurked behind a tree within range of a throwing knife from their camp, I wondered if it would be better if I just took them out now. With a single knife, I could get rid of one and then run in, unarmed, and try kill the other. It was a stupid plan but yesterday I might've gone through with it. Today, though, I wanted to live. And I wasn't arrogant enough to think I could kill either of them completely unarmed.
I began to move on but then I heard something in the jungle ahead of me. Apparently Brutus and Enobaria heard it too. They leaped to their feet just as Chaff came racing out into their little clearing.
He had the element of surprise at least. He managed to knock Brutus to the ground and take a small chunk out of his flesh with his sword. Still, the fight was over in seconds. I hadn't even had time to decide whether or not to throw my knife.
As soon as the cannon had boomed, I heard Brutus say to Enobaria,
"That's eight left, including us. Do you think that other alliance is still together?"
"Probably," Enobaria returned with a savage laugh, "Those stupid outlying districts put way too much stock in taking us careers down."
"I'm surprised they haven't killed Rose yet," Brutus commented."
"She might've died in the water. We wouldn't've heard it over the noise of the cornucopia when it spun." What did they mean about the cornucopia spinning?
"I suppose not," Brutus said, not sounding like he really cared either way, "But we'll know when the anthem plays tonight." They paused for a second, then Brutus continued,
"We need to get going. If the outliers are waiting to take us down before they break up, they'll be coming for us. We should go for them whilst we have the element of surprise."
"Take them out when they're weakest," Enobaria jested, "With any luck, we'll find them while they're taking a piss." Brutus chuckled (that was maybe the first time I'd ever heard him laugh) and they began to move in my direction.
Right towards the 12 o'clock zone.
Well that was unlucky. What were the odds that they managed to move in the one direction that I didn't want them to? What, did they have some sort of murderous sixth sense?