Gale's Fate Awaits [On Hold]

Part 13: Seeing Stars

I run out as the security guards pull them apart. Glimmer has blood dripping down her chin, Katniss looks unscathed except for some scratches on her cheek. Shallow scratches.

"Come on, girls. Save it for the Arena." The security guard says, releasing Katniss.

"You're mine." Glimmer hisses, passing Katniss. She reaches me.

"And so are you." She presses her lips to mine. I push her away and curse under my breath. I rub my lips.

"Gale, I'm sorry...I don't know what got into me." Katniss whispers to me. I nod.

Smiling, I say, "Good job, you've barely got a scratch on you." I chuckle. She sighs happily and wraps her arms around me.

"I'm glad you're okay." I whisper. She nods, pulling me closer. I pull away and close my eyes.

"Gale?" Someone's voice asks.

"Yeah?" I say.

"I think you've got a shadow..." It's Katniss's voice. I open my eyes to see Rue, hiding behind a pillar. I wave her over. She walks timidly to me, her hands shaking.

"Hi." She whispers nervously. Katniss's demeanor changes instantly, she must be thinking of Prim.

"Hi there. I'm Katniss, this is Gale." She she kneels down in front of Rue.

"I know, we met before." She giggles. Katniss smiles and wipes at her own cheek, smudging blood.

"I...I'll talk to you guys later..." I say nervously. They nod and I walk away. As I walk away I hear Rue's giggle, and a few words. 'loves....sister....you" Hmm...Maybe they're talking about Rue's siblings or Prim.

I head back to the Knife Room and pick up a short blade. It's thin and sharp, it's blade all curvy and pointed. A throwing knife. I throw the knife at the board and it clatters to the floor. I inwardly smile at my deception as I hear snickers behind me.

I turn to see Cato, Marvel and Clove laughing at me. They stand in a line against a row of people sized targets.

"Look at him, Clove! And you thought we had competition?! Ha! He can't even stck a throwing knife in a target! He's a typical 12. Weak." Cato scoffs, his voice loud and booming.

What right does he have to say I'm weak? We're weak? None. He knows nothing about us! Some of us may be small and skinny but we're strong. We hold on. We survive. We are the tributes from Distrcit 12 and we will survive.

I scowl at him, but turn away. I grab the throwing star and aim directly inbetween Marvel and Cato's heads. I close my eyes and release the star. The whole career group gasps.

"What the hell?" Cato demands.

I smirk, "You said I was weak. I'm not, in case you didn't see." I nod toward the wall where the star is.

"I'll get you for this Twelve." Cato mutters and walks away.

Who would've thought that I, Gale Hawthorne, would face a Career and scare him! Ha! For some reason, Haymitch's voice runs through my thoughts, 'And don't show anyone your skills with weapons..."

A.N.

I UPDATED! WOOH! THROW A PARTY.

My sister told me this today, enjoy...

Sister: Are you a beaver? 'Cuz Daaaammmnn

I laughed so hard....