Ivy's POV: The games had seemed to have gone for the longest time, and the Game Makers seemed to think so too as they called a Feast at the Cornucopia "for a certain thing that you desperately need" .Preparing for a Feast was no easy feat, making sure all your equipment was in tip top shape, that you had back up and more. "Ivy, I'm coming with you." I turned to see Cato smiling at me. "Nothing I say is going to stop you, is there?" I asked playfully as Cato chuckled and pecked me on the cheek. I watched from the trees as Cato looked up from the bushes, quickly doing a scan of the land I quickly made my way toward the Cornucopia, sadly 12 had the same thought. Running toward the orange bag I quickly slung it on my back. I could see Cato rising from the bushes, sword clutched in his hand. I shook my hand as I saw him faintly nod. 12 quickly grabbed her bag before attempting to run. Luckily I had my entire knife set with me, quickly slinging one toward her shoulder, it wouldn't cut too deep to be fatal, but enough to keep her uncomfortable. Swiftly I pinned her down, "What's in there 12, medicine for your 'lover'?" I asked playing the bad guy again. She grunted as she squirmed, slowly, tauntingly I drew a small edge knife and began to trace her lips with the end. "Pity he'll never get it." The girl under me faltered and quit fighting. Slowly I leaned down by her ear, hair covering my mouth "What are you doing? Fight!" I hissed as the girl regained the fire in her eyes, before she pulled me off of her and began to run again. Quickly, keeping up with my role, I drew another knife. She turned back before she quickly shot an arrow my way. I grunted as it embedded itself in my shoulder. "Good luck. Girl on Fire." I whispered as Cato ran toward me.
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FanfictionThe Games could bring out the best in people, but also the worst. The crowd watched as a proud, strong tribute just moments ago was reduced into a fearful, little girl. Just trying to get back home to her family.
