GLIMMER POV
"Marvel!" I scream as the knife penetrates him and an awful wrenching sound emerges from his lips. He staggers around to me, bloodied and broken.
Oh, God. No. Please, no..
"Marvel!" I shout again.
I stare in hatred at Katniss. Her hand is still stuck out in the position it was in when she stabbed him. Her fingers point out at me like she's trying to grasp at us.
"What did you do?" I yell. Marvel collapses.
Katniss just looks at me in disbelief. Neither of us move.
Why isn't she killing me, too?
But she's just looking at me with the same horrified expression Marvel has.
Oh, my god, Marvel...
He's on the ground now, not moving. Without realising what I'm saying, I tell her, "Get out."
To my surprise, she drags up the half-dead Peeta and rushes out the cave.
"Marvel," I whisper.
His eyes start to close. I don't think he can even tell I'm here.
"Marvel," I sob. "Hang on. Don't leave me. Don't leave me,"
He coughs, causing another trickle of blood to run down his chin. I quickly wipe it away.
"Come on, Marvel, come on," I cry, hardly able to see through the tears pouring down my cheeks.
I don't think he's breathing anymore.
"Marvel," I croak. "Come on. You're okay. You're fine, we'll patch you up, you'll be good, we'll win, we can still win together, it's all going to be okay, isn't it?"
I can't breathe either. I pull him onto my lap, cradling his head in my arms. He's just staring at me now.
"No cannon. Come on, you're still hanging in there. Marvel. Come on," I whine. "We were going to live in Victors Village, weren't we? We were going to live together in Victors Village. We still can, can't we? Tell me we can. Talk to me, please. Remember our woods? We can go back there. We can go back there and just stay there. We could probably just survive, by ourselves. And, we can visit the kids in the Training Centre, and- and help them, like the other Victors do, and we can be mentors together, and we'll win, and then we can live a long, long time."
My voice is cracking now, and he's not even got that light in his eyes anymore.
And that's when the cannon goes off.
CATO POV
"They didn't take anything," she says.
"I knew they wouldn't. Don't know why we checked," I reply, lounging on the banks of the lake with my feet in the water. Clove was the one who wanted to look through all our things when we woke up with Marvel and Glimmer gone, I always knew they wouldn't have stolen our stuff.
Clove seems much more content this morning, as if she's more fulfilled. Perhaps it was Glimmer's company. She doesn't get like this with me.
Out of the blue, a cannon booms out through the arena.
I look at Clove, jumping up, but it's not her.
She looks horrified. She's frozen in place, a backpack forgotten in her hand, her eyes wild. "Who was that?"
My heart is beginning to sink. It's Marvel or Glimmer, or District Twelve. I desperately hope it's the latter, but something in my stomach tells me hoping is futile.
That's what the Games do to you. Make you desperate.
"Oh, God, Cato, who was it?" Clove says. "We have no way of knowing!"
Her eyes begin to darken with tears, and she drops the backpack she's holding. Darting her eyes over the line of trees, she sees nothing. I have no idea what's happening in there, but I can tell what's going through her head.
"It's ok. Marvel 's not going to let her die," I reassure her, but the truth is, I don't know.
She nods. Of course she doesn't believe me.
Another cannon sounds.
When the second blast rings out, it's followed by a faint rustle of wind and birdsong. There's the deafening, erupting boom, and then back to silence. They're so far away that not even the flora and fauna of our area notices.
"Cato! It could be any of them," she says wildly. "And we can't do anything!"
A third cannon blast rings out, almost immediately after the second.
Three. My mouth falls open slightly, and for a few moments I don't see Clove anymore. Or the arena. All I see is a watercolour of the greens of the ground and forest and blue of the sky. They bleed into each other faintly. I will someone to burst out into the colours, but nobody appears. The arena doesn't change.
I'm aware that my eyes are wet, but I don't care. "That's them," I stammer. "That's at least one of them."
"Yeah," Clove says softly. She's frozen in place, a deadened look taking over her face. Her palms look shaky, and she's transformed into a small child who might fall over without help.
I want to be angry. I know how this goes: something happens, and soon my stomach will begin to bubble and my head will heat up with a dark red cloud. This is what happens in situations like this.
But the anger doesn't come. My insides feel cold, and my head blank. All I can think about is the last time I saw Marvel and Glimmer's faces, their warm, loving smiles, their pink cheeks.
The Capitol took that away. They've ruined it.
I wait for the anger, but there's still nothing. I wonder what the point of it all is? The Capitol make us go through all of this for fun, but they've taken away everything I thought I was in the process.
I don't know if I can do this anymore.
GLIMMER POV
I almost hear my own cannon blast as Katniss' wound bleeds freely.
Peeta's empty body is lying next to me. Katniss has gone.
She's going after them.
A/N: updated! So as these last few chapters are better written, I'm really not going to do much to them. This is probably the last full out edited chapter. But I've had so much fun revisiting this book! I hope you all enjoy it as much as I do. <3
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