Into The Wilderness: A Hunger Games Story

11: Wrestling Matches and Idiots

**TW: Hunger Games = death scenes. I don't do anything too graphic, but I know this can be triggering for some!**

Prim's P.O.V.

I sprint straight for the big black backpack I saw earlier. I focus on my single goal and am dead set on reaching it.

I grab it and begin to dash away when I sense danger. I immediately duck, and right in the spot where my head was a bow and arrow is flying past. Katniss's weapon. I let a dead, ironic smile slip onto my face and quicken my pace to a sprint.

As I make it to the woods, I try to force my attention away from the scream of utter agony that pierces through my mind.

Cato's P.O.V.

As we're running towards the Cornucopia after the gong, I see her sprint for a large bulky black backpack that could hold virtually anything. Not the weapons? I almost chuckle at the thought. I don't think Prim could hurt a fly if she tried.

All of a sudden, I see her duck and a bow and arrow fly right above her. The source is the girl from District One. Even if I thought she was hot before, all I see is rage clouding my eyes, blinding me with fury.

I dash toward the girl – Glimmer, I think her name was? – and even if she is a Career, she's going to die an extremely painful death now at my hands for even coming close to touching a hair on Prim's head.

I see Prim dart for the woods, and as soon as I'm sure she's safe, I approach Glimmer, trying to figure out how to kill her. Painfully.

I charge at her, swiping my sword. She falls to the ground with a scared little cry. Her eyes widen in fear as she attempts to to scuttle backwards.

"You touch her?" I shout, rage blinding my vision, making it red. Red like blood.

I shoved my sword through her hands and feet, savoring her piercing shriek of agony that resounds through the surrounding area.

Her face is already draining and as she shakes her head and whimpers the word, "No."

For some reason this infuriates me further, and I take the tip of my sword and slit her wrists. She cries out in pain and causes more blood to drip from her - she can't afford to lose any more at this rate, but that's not my problem.

"You touched her. You almost killed her. If you had, you'd be in a lot more pain then you are now."

She whimpers once more, and tears pool in her green eyes. I slit her throat in a fluid motion and leave her dying slowly on the grass.

I made a run at full speed for the woods where Prim had entered after grabbing a sword. She probably had a head start by at least twenty minutes. That was enough if you were running full speed.

I start thinking about everything they'd taught us at the Academy about tracking your prey. Look for any indented leaves or sticks. You know they're here, but if they're smart, they're cutting diagonal paths. Start, and go from there.

I used my keen eyes to scan for smashed leaves or twigs or berries. Prim's still running, that I'm sure of. If I were her, I'd want to get as far away from there as possible too.

I'm looking like crazy, searching for her.

Then I hear her scream.

Prim's P.O.V.

I'm sprinting through the woods as fast as I can, trying desperately to get away from the Bloodbath. I have this odd feeling that I'm being followed.