"Mer, I don't think I should stay. I don't want you getting hurt." Aspen and I walked behind Maxon, Marlee, and Carter. Aspen was carrying the tent and I was carrying the weapons. We had departed from camp a couple of hours ago and were headed west like Aspen suggested.
"Aspen, you have to stay. I think I'd lose my mind if you died. At least if I was there, I could always-"
"No, Mer," He whispered quickly. "You have to promise me if the both of us are in a situation where one of us dies, let it be me."
"Aspen, I'm not-"
"Let it be me," he insisted. I didn't respond, playing with the edge of Maxon's spear.
"Just please don't leave," I pleaded after moments of silence. He also didn't respond. This was our problem. We were both so stubborn and hard headed, we got in our own way.
"Fine," I whispered. I walked past Maxon to Marlee and Carter. They had become my safe haven.
"What are you guys up to?" I asked, moving in stride with them.
Marlee was beaming. "Carter was just telling me about his sister. Apparently, she used to climb up the pantry to eat all his cookies."
"What can I say? She was a hungry kid," Carter joked, chuckling.
Then an arrow thudded against his chest. He collapsed to the floor.
"Carter!" Marlee cried, ripping her voice box to shreds. Another arrow was shot, throwing her body on impact. I dropped all the other weapons but my blowtorch and charged him. Revo.
He was laying on the floor and aiming another arrow. He shot it at my knees but it was too low. I hopped over it, adrenaline pumping through my veins. I shrieked an animalistic sound as I neared him.
He rolled off of the floor, taking his arrow out andhandling it as a knife.
"You're one of the last packs," he said, his voice the equivalent of nails on chalkboard. "I must take you down."
"Marlee, Carter" was all I could whimper as I slid between his knees and pulled the trigger on the blowtorch. The fire erupted from its mouth, growing onto his clothes. I got back up on the other side and kicked him to the floor. I climbed on top of him, careful to avoid the fire, his dark black hair flying all over his face. His eyes were fearful, the bright blue boiling.
"This is for them!" I screamed, tears falling, directing the blow torch right at his face.
Marlee. Carter. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
**This chapter actually made me a little emotional. What about you guys?**
**The Games gets real**
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The Selection in the Hunger Games
FanfictionWhat if all your favorited Selected characters lived in the Hunger Games world? America Singer lives in District 11 and is deciding between volunteering to help her family and staying with her boyfriend Aspen. What happens after that is a story of t...
