The pressure broke unto me, my sweat feels like ice, it’s so cold, but I’m sweating like a cow. The sixty seconds are now running, and I have to think of somewhere to go. All I know is Marvel is in the careers, which kinda makes me happy, because I am sure he’ll be safe, for now.
The countdown breaks down to 5 seconds, and some tributes are fluxing muscles, ready to brawl. My tummy gets queasy, I feel like vomiting, but I held it in.
3 seconds. I need to run
2 seconds. I need to find water and food
1 second. I need to live
The gong sounds, and it’s like we were ice, defrosted. The smell of blood filled the air, I ran. Ran like my life depended on it. But it really does. I ran to the woods, and I didn’t look back. I ran and ran, and I know the Cornucopia is filled with cadavers. I think it is stupid enough for normal tributes to fall for the Cornucopia’s spell, tempting them to come to it, just to be slaughtered by others.
The forest was filled with trees and berries, and I am thankful for hanging around the edible plants station for a while. I think this knowledge will keep me alive.
While running, my thoughts darted on Suezette. What would be her reaction? Seeing me prepped up, readied by the Capitol, just to be dead on national television, I hope she won’t see me die. I hope I won’t die. What about Marvel’s father? He said he’ll bet on me, but now that Marvel’s a tribute, I won’t give my hopes up on his bet. I hope he’ll be happy that Marvel’s alive, knowing that he has chances of making it home.
Why is the Capitol doing this? Isn’t 74 years enough to pay for the rebellion they caused? Won’t the rebellion form again if they continued the Hunger Games? They’re practically nothing without the Districts, this is plain murder. What’s so good about letting other children become monsters? Waste our lives to kill others, become ruthless, brutal, and blood thirsty. What’s the entertainment in that?
Lost in my thoughts, I ran into something. When I look up, it is not something. It’s someone. And it’s armed with a knife. Fire girl.
She looks bewildered, like me. Her gray eyes trail unto my green ones. She’s confused, and I ran from her. I think she ran too. With all the happenings, running is my refuge.
I grew tired of running, and I tried to walk now. I have ran too much, feels like a hundred miles. The vomit seems to be losing it in my stomach, and before I find a bush, I threw up all over the place. It’s gross, and what is more gross is I still have no water. I hiked for another hour (or what seems like an hour), and I found a lake.
The lake is clear, and I ran to it, drank from my hands. The coldness of the water is refreshing, and I splashed my face with it. I camped in a nearby tree, and I climbed about 4 levels up. I am scared of heights, but I can’t do anything else, like I can build one or anything.
Some tributes went to the lake, like the tribute boy from six, who had a large wound in his thigh. Blood oozed from the wound, and he layed down his supplies in the ground beside the lake. He obviously went in the battle at the Cornucopia. He has a lot of food, and just the sight of it made my stomach grumble. After a while, he left. HE FORGOT THE BAG! It’s containing food, and I quickly jumped from the tree, grab it, and swam to the other side of the lake. The other side had rocks, and the rocks offer great concealment. I picked a place where the tall rocks can hide my small figure. Eventually, I found a place, got some moss and leaves, and slept there. The anthem played, and as expected, the faces of the dead tributes are showed in the screen.
The first is the girl of 3. Then the boy from 4. The fragile kid, with red hair like mine, now dead. Then I can’t believe my eyes. Blaron’s face flashed, and it disappears. The other tributes roll on, but I can’t seem to focus. Blaron is dead, yes, it’s a good thing, a step closer to home, and I will not be the one who will kill him, but still, it’s different when someone you actually know is dead, it’s weird. It’s like losing a part of yourself.
I ate some crackers before I slept, snuck out and drank some water in the lake. And before I sleep, I heard footprints, laughing and taunting, and their feet is in the lake already.
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Through a Fox's Eyes
FanfictionShe sees things. She understands. She has a burden larger than any tributes, even Katniss'. She's the typical wallflower, who was smart enough to be in the final five. Join her in the games, see the Hunger Games through a fox's eyes.
