The 100th Hunger Games- Fourth Quarter Quell

Chapter 35

Crystal POV

He walks, ever so slowly, with his eyes trained on the knives he has wielded in his hands. In his belt is two spears. Effie is with him, with the simplest of weapons, a knife. Not the biggest but still a decent size. She has on the same silly little frilly bright neon green wig that she had in the reaping. She stands, and makes knots with the rope in her other. Lux takes the knife and places it in his hands. He examines it, ever so slightly. I can almost hear him say the words 'good knife, eh?' when I zap back to reality.

He's an Avox now. He can't talk.

It's saddening to say but it's true. He walks, solemnly, without a doubt frustrated with something. But what?

It couldn't be that Renee's dead. No cannon firing signals that. The cannons don't even sound!

No. It isn't that. But it's something else.

With the most delicate of hands, he takes the knife and sharpens it with friction. He starts another small fire, much to the delight of Effie. She squeals and exclaims,

"Ooh! A fir-" before she's cut off by Lux's hand to her mouth. It puzzles me to think how the Capitol people can never shut up.

He shakes his head, obviously signaling for her to shut up. Placing a finger to her lips, he grabs a knife and pretends to slice her tongue, signaling that she would have her tongue cut off if she didn't.

Effie seems to get the message and closes her mouth, with her head hung low. She mutters something that I can't hear and she sits on the ground, tying more knots.

Lux breathes heavily and goes to the flames, continuing to sharpen the knife. It looks sharpened to the best already.

Just then, the knife flies to my side....

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Lux POV

I hear something. Someone is in our presence. I just know it.

Aunt Effie's knife flies swiftly from my hands to the sound's direction. I hear the impact. But just as it does hit, the leaves rustle and I hear stomping. My eyes instinctively go to my spears and I start running to the direction of the sound.

"Lux!"

I dash, ignoring every plea or exclamation Aunt Effie gives. With the spear in my hands, I'm like a hunter chasing my prey. I won't stop till it's dead.

Just as I come close to losing the tribute, I hear the deep breathing. With my heart pumping at the speed of a cheetah, I raise my spear. In vegetation, I find my "prey" and is about to deal the final blow when a word escapes her lips.

"Lux."

She... Crystal....

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Carmen POV

I hide out for a while, just in time for the blood rain to stop. I have no idea if anyone has died, the cannon ain't working. So as I hide out in the cave, I hear a conversation play out.

"The plan, the stylists, the rebellion. You do know what to do, right?"

"What? What do you mean?"

"You idiot! Didn't Serena tell you? Heavensbee?"

Heavensbee? What do they mean? The only one I've heard of is Plutarch. And he was the head Gamemaker in the 75th Games. The one that Katniss was in. Mum or even Katniss never told me anything else. He came to visit once in a blue moon. That was it.