Quiescent. (A Hunger Games Fan Fiction.) (Under Editing.)

Chapter 18

The rain pours from the sky. Lightning illuminates every aspect of the arena. We don't need the sun, as long as we have the lightning. Right now, I'm sitting by the pool in the cave, wondering what the gamemakers have planned.

The pool is very reflectant. I see myself, I'm not entirely proud of what I see. I'm a murderer now, no difference from me and every other career that's been reaped. I'm no worse than them.

My grey eyes are the same as before, the emotions are a little different filling them now. The bad emotions are more prominent now, the world has hardened me. It has forced me to become what I don't want to be.

My black hair is a mess, worse than it was before. My new untamed personality has created a mind for his own.

Who is this new Thomas? I know that I can't have changed much, but it feels as if I am an entirely new being. I am no longer Thomas, innocent, lost, content. I am Thomas, brave, daring, smart, and the best of all, reformed.

I have learned from my mistakes, I've helped others learn from their mistakes. I no longer feel the desire to end it. That was childish. That was a selfish thought of mine, and I've helped Lily realize the same thing. That there is more worth living than meets the eye.

There is love. It saved me, it saved Lily.

Who knows all the wonders love has done.

The rain has picked up. The water rides down the mountains in fast streams. I walk over to the cave entranced to examine it. The clouds have gotten darker, much darker. They have gotten to the point that it's not safe for the rain.

The sun has gone down, and now, I am warm in my cave. I am protected from the outside storm. The rain only picks up. It doesn't even stop. Not for a second.

It's like the gamemakers want to wash away the arena in one. Except that surrounding the arena is mountains. It's like the bottom part is a bowl, and the rain is the kitchen faucet, filling it up just like I've seen my mother do before.

The water has begun pooling in holes in the ground anywhere it can. I see all of this from the mouth of my cave. Up here, where you are elevated this high, it's hard not to see everything. The sights amaze my eyes and the sweet smell of rain overrides my nostrils.

What if they flood the arena? I don't think the gamemakers would want to do that, but who knows. The outcome is different every year.

The lightning streaks across the sky, illuminescent within itself. I sit down at the edge of the cave, mesmerized by its colorful streaks.

I see a flash of lightning pop out about a quarter of a mile away from me, and hear it's bang as it hits something. I hear a yelp, obviously human.

Boom

10 tributes left...

I need to go see who it was that died. The risk may not be worth it, but if they have food on them. I need it. I don't want to burden my sponsors when they could be saving up for something life-saving.

I can only hope that my fate won't be at the hand of lightning, most-likely a painful death, but I need food. I won't last much longer. I have been taking care of myself nicely lately, but I am running low on food.

A growl in my stomach seals the deal. I store my pack away in the back of the cave and run off into the cold air.

The wind whips against my skin, leaving chill-bumbs. I curse myself silently as my body gets wet. I hope this bad weather doesn't come down to me getting sick. That would definitely kill me, thankfully I have a high immune system.