Five's Before Finch

Chapter 4: Escape

It started, the rush to the cornucopia began.

Finch stared at the television, wanting to look away but she couldn't.

Shooting, shashing, stabbing, all over. Knives being thrown at runners. Swords being swung at the fallen. Arrows and darts hiting unsuspecting tributes.

At home, Finch covered her ears with her palms, not wanting to hear the screams, and walked away to her room.

She sat on her small bed and cried a while. It was getting late and she was hungry, so she got up and walked downstairs to face the trauma on the screen once again, and get food.

In the kitchen she made herself a half peanut butter sandwich of the last peanut butter and slices of bread. Firen hadn't gone to the market for the last four days and Finch didn't feel the need to, until she saw the small amount of food.

Firen had seemed to get less social. He didn't go out with friends on Tuesday nights. He stopped playing in the feild. He even closed the shop, he put a hand written sign in the window saying "Closed. For obvious reasons." He even looked worse. His eyes were baggy and his hair was messy.

Finch took her sandwich, grabbed one of the cookies Mrs. Sheldran brought and headed up to her room she couldn't help but stare at the television for a while. The sky darkened and the seal came into veiw.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight.

Eight dead. Finch realized that none of them were her.

Tough bunch.

Usually there would be more. Ten mabye. Twelve. It depended on their strength, and this year Fintch knew they were fighters.

~•~•~•~•~•~•~
~In the arena~

She ran as fast as she could with the knife in her hand and the pack on her back, not looking back.

It was day two of the Games. At the cornucopia she had managed to grab a bag filled with one small knife, a plastic bag, probably for water, and a short rope.

A connon sounded, but not of anyone she knew of.

There were two of them and one was Samuel.

Him and the girl a blonde girl, from eight, were chasing her. Fraeah ran and ran, sprinting and jumping as fast as she could.

Up ahead was a pile of fallen trees. Fraeah decided, about thirty seconds in advance she'd jump the logs and hide there.

As she approached the trees, she heard the girl from eight.

"Get your dumb ass over here, Samuel!" She screeched.

Fraeah peaked up over the logs and saw Samuel'd dropped a bag of what looked like blackberries and three knives.

He picked them up and shoved them in the drawstring bag on the girl's back, but slipped a knife into his jacket.

Fraeah smirked, then quickly ducked back down.

The next thing she knew she was hovered over by the eight girl, her hands were pinned down and her ponytail was pulled to the side, she was told:

"Hi there, I hear you have family, sisters and brothers, right?"

Her voice was filled with sarcasm and fake pity, her yellow catlike eyes glistened in the morning sun.

"Well, ya think they can live without you? Ha! Their gonna have to, bye bye District Five!"