The 100th Hunger Games- Fourth Quarter Quell

Chapter 46

A/N- So now, I'll be solely focused on the Games, with short extracts of Carmen's POV. She's going to be FOREVER the main character along with Crystal, but I thought that you guys love the Games WAY MORE. So, ready? DON'T FORGET THAT I SHIP #CARENCE SO IF YOU DO, COMMENT AND VOTE BABES :). And ready, set, GOOOOOO :). AND YES, ALL YOU #CRUX SHIPPERS, I DIDN'T FORGET ABOUT Y'ALL! I KNOW ONE HUGE CRUX SHIPPER THAT IS LIKE MY CLOSE FRIEND so shoutout to her :). I <3 THHG-TICS. CAN WE GIVE MY DEAR FRIEND(AKA MY BIGGEST FANGIRL) A SPECIAL NAME? SINCE LIKE SHE LOVES MY STORY :P/

THANKS FOR ALL THE SUPPORT GUYS. AND ENJOY :)

OH AND PEEPS, THERE IS A SNEAK PEEK OF CHAPTER 47 AT THE END. STAY TUNED FOR THAT :)

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Crystal POV 

The axe flies and soars to get stuck into a tree. I continue climbing, leaving the zombies at the back. I get another knife down. Just coincidentally, it gets to a zombie that barely survives that. My legs are on the branches of the trees. I'm comfortable until suddenly, I have this weird memory.

The trees are all jewels. They shoot us, one being me with this boy and this girl who looks so similar to me, with those jewels. It hits this girl, who's apparently about to die. One diamond pierces into the boy's shoulder, bleeding profusely. Somehow, a tear streams down my face. 

It can't be. He's a enemy. I don't trust anyone. That one, little drop of emotion, doesn't and should never come from me. I'm a survivor. The fittest survive. I'm the fittest. I'm not emotional. I'm not anything with feelings.

I shake my head profusely, trying to get the memory out of my head. Climb. Climb. Climb.

The zombies bite on the bark of the trees. One looks just so familiar. She has this dark hair and eyes that are as black as the black sky. Her hair glistens so... differently. Like silver platters on black velvet. Her hair, it reminds me of water. Water glistening as the sun hits it. It shines, even glows somehow in the rays of the sun.

My mind can't choke out this girl's name. Her name. It sounds so distant yet so familiar. In her hands is this beautiful, gold encrusted, huge trident. She wields it in her hands, somehow so skillfully, with her rotting and greenish hands and shoots it just as my brain fights for my attention. 

I avoid the trident and shoot a knife at her face. Somehow, I have this weird sensation of happiness as it hits her in the arm. However, it doesn't affect her. I don't think I've ever seen this before.My knife falls on the ground.

My weapons doesn't work. My mind feels like it's on alcohol, in a frenzy. The world is shaking. I can't even tell the difference between reality and my imagination. Everything goes fuzzy and it's spinning. My legs don't listen to me. To stop, think this through. I climb. This tree is so tall.

I get up to a reasonable height before I realize that I'm really high up. My weapons are reduced to only 10 knives that aren't the most lethal. I have no water. No food and no allies. Not that I need them but it would be good to have at least one. I could easily kill them in the night. It's despicable but hey, when was I that nice? In my dreams probably.

I can't look down. Usually, heights don't bother me but somehow, it does now. My breath is in short intervals. Suddenly, I have this weird headache. Memories overflow in my mind.

I fight it back. These aren't real. This girl, with the bow and arrows, she's an enemy. Dead would be the best. I don't need her in my life. This younger girl, with the blue tips of her hair, she's an enemy. Not an ally,. Not a friend and definitely not a survivor.