The Fourth Quarter Quell

Hunger Games Day Two

DJ Fitz's Perspective

Talking underneath the tree where my alliance and I were hidden woke me up. My eyes shot open and I tuned my ears to try and eavesdrop. If my heart beat any louder, it would compromise our situation.

"No, man, he went this way!" A guy said.

"How can you be so sure?" Another voice said. "We lost them an hour ago."

"Listen, I don't care that you demanded we stay behind to kill that kid from Twelve. Because of that, we lost that brat from Four!" The other said.

I tensed and my eyes darted to Mike, sleeping soundly on the nearest branch. If he so much as woke up now...

"I don't get it, what is so important about killing him, Chase?" The other complained.

So the guy from Six was after us. But who is his ally?

"It's like you and that girl, Sophie. You would stop at nothing to kill her while I would stop at nothing to get that spear from Mike!" Chase hissed.

That means the other guy was Brody, the psycho who tried to kill Sophie at the Cornucopia. My cut started to sting on impulse.

"What's so important about that spear? There are plenty of them back at the Cornucopia." Brody asked.

"You idiot, that spear isn't an ordinary spear! There's an application applied to it that makes it turn into a trident or a pitchfork! There were two placed in the arena, one was taken before I noticed and the other was the one Mike took." Chase explained.

Brody huffed a breath. "Okay, fine. I'll help you get it back. But once we do, you're helping me finish off Sophie."

Then the worst thing that could happen at this moment happened. My entire body froze as the tree we were in began to creak. I managed to grip my dangling quiver before my branch, Mike's and Isabella's collapsed to the forest floor.

We hit the ground with a thud and I quickly nocked an arrow at the two tributes before us. Mike and Isabella woke up on impact and in a daze, wielded their weapons.

"What a surprise. Come to visit us?" Isabella said cockily.

"No, but now that we found our target, we'll gladly take you three down." Brody cackled and jabbed at me with his spear.

I dodged it and shot the arrow. Brody, having seen it coming, leaned away, the arrow sailing harmlessly over his head.

Battle ensued. Isabella began chucking her knives at Brody as I continued to shoot my arrows. However, no matter where we aimed, the jerk just dodged our offenses.

I looked up at the tree, our other allies watching from above.

"Isabella!" Logan yelled and leaped down to help her. He instantly began slashing at Brody with his sword.

Sophie and Mandy slid down the trunk of the tree, weapons ready, and began to fight. We split into threes. Isabella, Logan, and I targeted Brody whereas Mike, Sophie, and Mandy fought Chase. We all fought fearlessly, our goal to get rid of these fools. But I don't think we had enough hope. And if there isn't enough hope, fear is what occurs.

Once Brody saw Sophie, fear filled her eyes. All the fighting froze. My arrow was strung, Mandy wielding her dagger, Isabella preparing to throw her knife, Mike pointing his spear. Logan had his sword up to Chase's throat. Brody and Sophie were staring each other down.

"Hello, Sophie. How've you been?" He asked.

"I'm not interested in talking to you. Leave." She said with a small hint of fear.