"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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Alternating between Finnick and Cato, the intelligent man from District Three was still too injured to walk so was being carried up the steep slope that led to the large tree. The main rivals of the 'ally group' were bringing up the rear due to the fact that they could do far more damage with a sheath of arrows than the others as they only had close contact weapons. As they neared the tree, Katniss abandoned Indiana so that she could listen out for force fields ahead but Cato joined her side.
Grasping his fiancée's hand, Cato's eyes scanned the trees for the smallest sign of a threat. "I think we should leave tonight. After the electrocution is done," he whispered.
"Good idea. There's only a couple of us left and with the way the Gamemakers are throwing things at us, this thing is coming to an end by tonight or tomorrow."
Dividing up their duties, they had collectively decided that Indiana and Finnick would stand guard whilst Beetee examined the tree. After all, he was the most important part of this plan; the most vital piece on the chessboard. Johanna tapped for fresh water as the group were beginning to feel slightly dehydrated, Peeta gathered some nuts for lunch, and Cato and Katniss went hunting for food. Together.
Centuries of worrying had passed before Cato strolled over to his fiancée, rats slung over his shoulder and a big grin sliding onto his face when she beamed up at him. Wrapping his arms around her, Indiana felt herself relax slightly, relieved at the reassurance that he was safe. Any time he disappeared from sight in this arena, Indiana panicked that he wouldn't be coming back. Regardless of what happened or where they were, the young couple always felt safe in the other's embrace.
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Sat on her own on the grainy floor of the soft sand, Indiana was watching Beetee work when a silver parachute dropped in her lap. The rest of the group stopped their activities to turn around and stare at her. Prying open the metal lid, the note on top informed her that the contents of the tub were solely for her – not for the group.
Pulling out a silver locket (to replace the gold one Cato had given her), the photos made her want to cry but her blue's eyes remained dry, as she was aware that there was six people watching her.
On the right side was a photo of Indiana and Marvel; they were six years old and her lips were pressed against his cheek with his arm slung over her shoulders. They looked happy, carefree and innocent. On the left side was Cashmere and Gloss holding a baby Indiana in their arms. Despite her parents having recently died when the photo was taken, Cashmere and Gloss were beaming with joy and love as they stared down at the little bundle in their arms. Engraved on the back of the locket was a short message; 'Keep going, Sweetie. Love Mr & Mrs K.'
