EDELMIRA'S POV
I see no knives. Anywhere. I know that Camason said to just run away from the cornucopia, but I have decided against it. The countdown continues in it's robotic voice, and I feel my legs tense, ready to take flight. "Three, Two, one." I leap off of the podium and stumble, but recover quickly and continue running. I skid to a halt inside the cornucopia and look around. There. I grab a backpack and the bow and quiver full of arrows, since I see no knives. I sling the pack over my shoulders and lunge for a basket with loaf of bread in it. At the same moment, the tribute from District 1 grabs it. I try to pull it out of his hands but he's to strong. I let go and snatch the bread from the basket. He runs after me, and reaches for the bread. I turn around, fist clenched and punch him in the face. He staggers backwards, blood running from his nose. I shake my hand and continue to run. That hurt. He had a hard face. But it probably hurt him a lot more then it hurt me. Footsteps. I hear footsteps. I load the bow and arrow and whip around, arm outstretched, ready to shoot.
"It's okay. It's just me." I sigh. Hayden. I feel less threatened, but I don't loosen my grip. Just in case. He is armed. I can see the spear tip gleaming in the sunlight. As if reading my thoughts, he drops the spear. I lower the bow but I still watch him carefully. "What is it?" I ask. "Well," he begins, looking at me nervously. I think he still thinks I'm going to shoot him. What does he want? "Since we're from District 11,"
Where's he going with this? Wait. I know. "We already agreed on something Hayden, remember?" I say, taking off the backpack, and cram the loaf of bread into it and sling it back on.
"Yeah, I'm just checking. That you remembered." "Well I did," I reply, starting to walk away. "Let's split up. I'll try and find you by the third day." I say over my shoulder.
I pick up the pace without looking back, my legs carrying me deeper into the woods. I already know where Hayden will go. That field. Back home, he works in the fields and I work in the orchards. I climb up a tree and sit down in between a fork in the branches. Time to see what's in the backpack. It's awfully bright though. I'll just cover it in mud or something later. I unzip it and pull out what's inside. A sleeping bag, a long rope, a full water bottle, the loaf of bread, and a blowgun with about twenty five darts.
This is what I have to work with.
But I won't complain. At least I'm
Still alive
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The Hunger Games
FanfictionThe hunger games from POV of RoseQuartz and Edelmira. District twelve is now a water technology district, not like district four. They ran out of coal and realized they were near a huge lake. They make boats, water technology and other things for t...
