"Isn't it lovely. All alone.
Heart made of glass. My mind of stone.
Tear me to pieces. Skin to bone."
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BOOK 1 - Indiana Summers is the niece to two Victors and the sweetheart of the Capitol but now she'd been dropped into the...
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Recovering from her shock, Indiana pulled out a small knife and cut out the fang embedded into the poor morphling's ass.
"Go on. Get her. I'll cover you." Indiana nudged Peeta towards the woman's body and followed behind as Peeta carried her body towards the beach.
Sinking down next to the body, Indiana clasped the morphling's hand in hers, hoping to offer some sort of comfort in her last moments. The other three of the pack walked off to 'watch out for other tributes' but really, they were giving Indiana and Peeta some time to say goodbye to the stranger that sacrificed herself for them.
Peeta crouched down on the other side of the woman, stroking her hair and whispering comforting words in her to try and distract her from the horrible place she was in. Reaching up to Peeta's cheek, the dying woman painted a flower on it in her blood.
"Thank you. It's beautiful." Peeta smiled, giving the morphling one last piece of joy before her hand fell limp in Indiana's and her heart stopped beating.
Together, Indiana and Peeta carried her body into the water, watching as it floated for a moment before the crane snatched it up and flew it back to the Capitol. As the pair sat together on the sand in silence, Indiana realised her desire to murder the boy from Twelve had diminished. Peeta Mellark was compassionate and caring, which showed when he bumped his shoulder against Indiana's in a comforting manner. When she didn't snap at him and the corner of her mouth lifted, Peeta took it as a chance to start a conversation.
"Thank you, for saving my life. Again." Peeta didn't look at her and she didn't look at him. "You're a lot nicer than you were portrayed as being last year."
Letting out a chuckle (which surprised both of them), Indiana finally turned to look at him. "Let's not make a habit out of it, Bread Boy."
Peeta smirked at her before both of them turned back to stare at the small waves. Yes, they had both tried to kill each other at some point (and one had succeeded) but maybe they weren't as bad as the other thought.
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"Why don't you all get some rest?" Katniss said to the rest of the group. "I'll keep watch for a while."
Clenching her shaking hands, Indiana ignored the nausea that washed over her at the idea of sleeping. "No, thank you. If you don't mind, I'd rather do it."
"Indie, you need some rest." Cato scorned, giving her a hard look.
"I can't," she confessed, her voice deathly quiet as she didn't want the others to hear her.
