clever. {thg:foxface}

Chapter 22 ~ The Feast

"Attentions tributes, later today there will be a Feast. You all desperately need something." Yeah, food. I guess I'm not the only one who is needing something badly. I actually wonder what the other tributes need. Like Thresh, what will he need? Oh, I can't worry about the other tributes. Only myself.

Should I go now? Well, he did say later today, so maybe I will wait another hour, If my stomach can handle it. I am sure it can. I am not sure how this "Feast" is set up. I hope we don't have to battle each other like it was the Cornucopia Bloodbath.

And hour passes and I decided to go over to the Cornucopia. I am praying that it is food, and not something stupid like medicine. I examine around the Cornucopia. I see Clove hiding in the bushes. I don't think she sees me, and I also see Katniss on the other side of the Cornucopia. There is a table set up with 4 bags in the tables, all labeled with a number. You only live once I guess. I dart across the field and I stop before the bags for a split second. One bag is labeled with a large 5 on it. I grab  it and keep running. I swing the bag under my armpit to help me run faster. Not that I'm slow, it will just make me faster than I already am. I went the opposite way then where I came from. Oh well.

I sit down somewhere safe and look through the bag. A loaf of bread, crackers, some soup, and jello. I start eating the loaf of bread because my stomach is still growling. The idea of the Feast is really good, I suppose. I guess the Gamemakers are getting bored so they are holding an event to keep the people interested in the games. I admit, it has been really boring lately.

"CATO! CATO!" I hear screaming in the distance. It has me interested, so I go to edge of the forest and watch what is happening. Thresh brings a large rock down onto Clove's head. Ouch. She lays there, while the cannon goes off and Katniss and Thresh run away. Clove was the scariest tribute in my opinion, so now I don't have to face her. I keep watching and I see Cato holding Clove's hand while she lays there, dead. Cato stands up and I see the anger in his face, the pain in his face, the sadness in his eyes.

I also finish my soup. I am satisfied now, and I decided to lay down. I stare up at the sky, and I see only one fallen tribute to night.

Man, just hearing the words "Fallen Tributes" makes me sad.