The 69th Hunger Games

Chapter 13

-Chapter 13-

As I wake up to birds chirping and the ray of sunlight coming through he cave entrance, I notice words etched into the loose dirt of the floor.
" Hunting, be back soon.
- Weaver"
He's hunting?! Without me?!
He could be hurt, he could be dead.
I grab my trident and run out of the cave.
Which way?
Which way did he go?
I walk forward a little bit, then I see a trail of foot prints in the loose soil going to the left... I walk slowly and alertly, following his footsteps.
I stop abruptly when the footsteps stop and the loose dirt looks torn up and... Covered in blood.
There was a fight.
Where's his body?
Is he even dead?
Did they already airlift him out of the arena? 
Emotions come rushing at me full force and I become numb.
My vision is becoming blurry with tears and nervousness.
I frantically whip my head around, looking in vain for my ally, my friend.
I whisper; "Weaver? Weaver where are you?"
I get no response.
I am becoming more and more nervous, as a begin to sob and shake, the branches across the clearing rustle, and out emerges Weaver.
Blood covers his hands and his mouth, he doesn't hold his sword.
He's crying...
Did he kill another tribute?
My vision begins to clear and I wipe the tears from my eyes.
I need to make sure he's ok.
"Atlantic... What did I do?" He asks, his voice trembling and frightened.
"What you had to do." I simply answer, "You're alive and that's what matters now."
Then we hear the cannon boom.
Officially signaling the death of one more tribute in the games.
One step closer to the crown...  I think.
Weaver is still trying to pull himself together.
I keep looking at the blood covering his mouth. All I can wonder is why is it there?
Did he bite her to death?
It's a stupid thought, but considering some of the odd killing techniques used in the games to survive, it seems kind of mild.
I want to ask why there's blood on his mouth, but he's still sobbing, I don't want to make it worse.
But I can't keep quiet any longer.
"Why is there blood covering your mouth?" I blurt out.
The look on his face makes me instantly regret it.
"I-I..." He mumbles.
"It's fine if you don't want to talk about it." I whisper, putting my hand on his shoulder to soothe him.
"No, it's ok." He takes a deep breath and resumes telling me what happened. "He appeared out of nowhere, and we got into a fight. I lost my sword, and adrenaline was rushing though me, so I got him to the ground after a struggle and I ripped his throat out... I didn't have any other choice"
I don't know what to say...
"Well... You're alive and that's all that matters." I reassure him.
"Yeah." He says softly. "That's all that matters now."
I can tell it's been too long a day already, so we head back to our cave for peace and quiet.
There's not much else to think about other than the possibility it could have been Reef he killed.