Emerald Eyes (The Hunger Games - Annie Cresta)On Hold/Being Edited

Chapter 12

Wow, half gone on the first day. Even good scorers, where as some of the lower scoring tributes are still in the games. Just showing that if you get a good score does not mean you are going to win. Take Johannah Mason, scored a 6 in training I think, acted all weak and everyone ignored her. It got to the final 4 then attacked them all with an axe. Came out with nothing but a few bruises.

 The boys left Winter, Masie and I in charge of  making food, ignorant sexist pigs, while they went and surveyed the clearing. Masie and I make a little fire, not worrying about any other tribute they would dare take us on, and cook some sausages I found in one of the food crates, Masie rummage's through another and finds a loaf of bread to serve them with. Winter on the other hand just sits doing nothing and complains about the cold, or the smoke or even the heat of the fire. I purposely slightly overcook the boys and Winters portion of sausages, while mine and Masie's are fine. We eat ours while talking abut the events of the Bloodbath (Winter just did more complaining).

"It was great. My first kill was Casper" I feel a sense of shock rise in me, and it must've shown on my face too "Yep, it were me that knife hit, luckily it didn't go to deep"

 She shows me her arm, its has a somewhat deep gash just above her elbow. I open the first aid kit I picked up at the beginning and had placed at my feet. I don't really know what I am looking for. At that moment the boys come back and Harrison sees her injury and immediately goes into first aider mode. He raids through the box before finding a pair of gloves, some antiseptic spray, a special bandage with a pad treated with healing medicine. After putting on the gloves and cleaning it out with the antiseptic, though she makes no noise I can tell it hurts more than she is letting on as her eyes are watering and she keeps flinching when he touches it, Harrison wraps it up in the bandage and tells her to leave it alone and he will look at it tomorrow.

 They dig into food, and them being boys don't say thank you and eat the rest of the bread. Don't worry, it's not like we all have to survive off this. While they eat, we figure out who is going to be on look out, up first is Darrington, Masie and I. Then when we all get tired we are to wake the other 4 up. 

The temperature continues to drop, so we all gather closer around the fire. It soon starts to die so we send out Darington to get some more wood. He takes a small pack containing food and water, an axe and a torch with him. After about half an hour, he still hasn't returned. I go into the cornucopia and head to the four outlines curled in thick sleeping bags on the floor, reminding me off something I tried in my time in the Capitol I think is known as a marshmallow. As I start to rouse the others, a canon goes off, breaking the eerily silence we had sat in. This wakes them all up at once, including Masie who had been drifting off on the hammock she had set up in the mouth of the cornucopia. I quickly explain the situation and get into action. Aarron, Winter and Harrison are to scour the edges of the clearing and Masie, Kieren and I are to look closer in toward the centre where the camp is. Loaded with several weapons we set off. I take my set of knifes and and pick up a bow and arrow, I can't use it but we don't want to leave anything in case another tribute decides to ambush us. Very unlikely but still plausible. We split up again, I go clockwise and the other two anti-clockwise.

It's surprising how dark it is away from the fire and the few lamps we had around it. I flick on my torch, and scan the area around me. From the other side of the cornucopia there comes a scream. I sprint as fast as I can around to the other side and come across Masie sprawled on the floor and Kieren is no where in sight. I check her pulse, it's a bit weak but it's there. I shine the light across the clearing until it lands upon a figure crouched on the ground. I hurry over find it is Darrington, he is clutching his arm and is covered in blood. His axe and torch are gone, it's not until I crouch down and  touch his shoulder does he realize I am there. He screams and lurches for my throat. He clasps his hands around my neck, and pulls me too the ground. I try to get my self free, clawing at his hands but he is too strong. His grip becomes tighter and I try to scream but he is crushing my airway. I kick my legs and struggle to get away, but he sits on my stomach, pushing any remaining oxygen out of my lungs. I start struggling to breathe, my chest starts to tighten. My head starts thumping and my eyes start watering. I give up kicking and wriggling, I have no energy left, I feel as if life is slipping away from me. The world falls out of focus so I let my eyes fall shut and feel a tear slide down my cheek. So this is how I die, in some sadistic games that claim the life on 23 children every year. I am simply a pawn at the hands of the Capitol, I am going to die and become just another picture in the sky. I am going to be forgotten, my name will be called once more at the end. Then it will become a name on a stone. I'm never going to grow up, I am never going to fall in love. Get married, have kids, and grow old. I am never going to get the chance to grow grow up. I am just about ready to let go.