Five's Before Finch

Chapter 6: Killer

~Back at in District 5~

Fraeah's near death terrified Finch. She saw it all on the television.

Firen was more stressed than scared and Feebie and Ferris went about their business as usual.

Finch got tired of Ferris complaining about their food shortage and decided to spend what little money they had left because of their closed shop.

It seemed Samuel's family decided to do the same.

Finch stood near them, and quietly followed them until they were ready to pay. She got up behind them and stood, until Samuel's little sister  nodded towards her to her mother.

The three stood in silence. Finch wanted to say something, but decided against it.

They wouldn't want to hear me.

She'd seen families with past tribute sons or daughters, they'd usually keep to themselves until the games ended and the speeches were heard. Then a few days later nothing really.

Finch payed for her groceries and headed home.

~Back in the arena~

Fraeah was face to face with the boy from District 3.

He had a spear in his hand and a dead bird wrapped at his belt, he wore a grey shirt with faded blue jeans. His hair was messy and brown, his arms and face was skinny and he looked about 14 at most.

Fraeah held her knife while he gripped his spear better.

He lunged towards her with the spear. She dodged him easily and tripped him.

Once he was on the ground, she snatched his spear and held it in her hand with her knife. They wrestled for a while she was holding on to the spear then she managed to flip him over and pin him down with her feet holding down his hands.

He scratched and fought, trying to get her off, but she was stronger.

Fraeah punched him in the face to get him to stay still and jumped up, the spear in her hands and her feet on his hands.

She stabbed him numerous times in the chest and when she heard the cannon sound, signaling his death, she loosened her grip on the spear and stepped off him.

She took his spear, it'll work for hunting, his belt, which she found a knife at, three knives now, good, and roasted bird wing, leg wrapped in plastic she found in his pocket and, of course, the hanging rabbit.

That night, in the sky, it was just the boy she'd stabbed earlier.

Twelve.

She was halfway through the Games, mabye she could make it out alive.