I am still in tears. One of the figures from earlier threw me over their shoulder, and are now carrying me. "Shut up Girly." One of the boys says. I whipe my tears, but they still keep falling. "Drop her over there." Someone says. I am thrown into the snow. "Get the fire started, and we'll discuss how we kill her." The same boy says. I clutch Jewel's ashes. Soon my ashes will fill it too, and Her and I will be reunited, again. The tears stop. I begin to listen to the group, as I still clutch the necklace.
"I suggest we just kill her like we did with the boy." One girl suggests. "Too easy." A response from the Leader. "I think we should slowly kill her by tormenting her." Another suggestion. "But then we get nothing out of her." The leader competes. "I think we should make her our slave and then kill her if she doesn't do as told." A boy suggests. "Good Idea for once Gerin." The leader responds. "Thank you, Leader. District 12 will finally have another victor, you." Gerin responds. Suddenly pain. District memebers killing each other? That's too cliche for Kal.
"Well then. Get the fire working a little more and I'll discuss the maters with our slave." Kal sits up and kicks snow at me. "You Alive G12? If you aren't then we will hide your body and keep it from being taken, then you'll be alone forever." Kal hisses. "G12, that is not my name. My name is Crystal, even you know that." I look up at him, glaring. "Kal Mithic. You are a disgrace to District 12" I gasp. "I no longer go by that name." Kal rolls his eyes.
"I go by L. Mithic or Leader." He barks at me.
"I'll never call you by that name. You will always be Kal, no mater how much you try." I lift my hand out to grab his leg and pull him down, but her dodges. "You will be our slave." He chuckles. "Does that still make me Kal, your sister's childhood friend?" Kal grabs my hair and tugs at it. Silence forms between us. I have no choice but to not respond.
"Now slave, go set up our food storage." I am forced upwards, and towards a corner of their sight. The amount of food makes me think that these guys replaced the Careers. Since District 1 and 2 did not have to particapate this year because of the Ersol Tributes, I thought that there would be no Careers, but I was far from right.
I begin to weakly pick up the backpacks of food and stack them on top. "You are doing it wrong." A girl shouts at me. I turn around. They are watching me for amusement. I limp. "Ha, good job catching that Misha." The other girl high-fives her. "Thanks Lika." Misha smiles. I glare at them. "How am I doing it wrong." I grunt. "You are supposed to sort the food into food groups like, Fruit, Veggies, Carbs, etc." Misha shouts.
I do as I am asked, and empty the backpacks out carefully. I sit down, trying not to hurt my back, and sort the items, simply. "Gerin, tell L. that we should probarly just kill her, it's stupid watching her ya' know" Lika tells Gerin. "I'm not going to." He stops the conversation there, and walks back to Kal.
I stand back up, slowly. "I give up." I whisper. "What was that G12, Slave?" Misha chuckles. "I give up." I mumble again. "Hmm? I couldn't hear 'ya." Lika plays along. "I GIVE UP PLAYING SLAVE." I turn back at the girls and chuck a apple at each of them. Each apple is cold, and un-brusied. They hit each of them in the head, creating a mess, which they will ask me to clean.
"What is ha -" Kal walks out one of the two tents and drops his knife. It falls into the snow, and sticks into the ground.
"Already?" He picks up his knife and tucks it in his pocket. "G12, she failed already?" Kal asks. "For that, you are to not do anything else for the rest of the day -" He is cut off. "That sounds like a paradise not a punishment, L." Misha glares. "You did not let me finish. You will stay gaurd for us during the night, and then in the morning, you will be killed, if you escape, then we will track you." Kal hisses.
Today is my last day of life.
I wanted to spend that day with my family.
Instead I got a childhood friend, who is has turned on his District.
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{COMPLETED} Catching the Mockingjay ~ Mockingjay's Flight Sequel (#Wattys2017)
Fanfiction"The only way I can live any more, is to find a way to be happy. The problem is, is that I can't be happy anymore. The only people who love me are gone or far away. I was chosen to die, and if that's the way it is, I will die with love in my heart...
