I trip, and the mutts quickly slither it’s way unto me. That’s when I get a closer look at it. It’s some thin snake, slippery and slimy, and it has red eyes and razor sharp teeth. One almost bites on me, if I hadn’t draw my foot back. I run vigorously, not minding the scratches and scrapes I get from stray branches. One bites my arm, and it’s like being clawed and drags it’s body down, causing my blood to sputter everywhere, I had the good sense the climb. I climbed the nearest tree, and I slither my way up. About twenty feet up, I look down. They somewhat retrieve towards the woods again, and I wait for about an hour to go down.
That was a close call. My feet feels the pain it never felt while running, and the adrenaline slows down, letting me feel properly, and my stomach aches like hell, I cry because of the pain. I open my bag, and I luckily have a bottle full of water. I gulp half of it and stash it back. I cry more when I discover this big gash in my arm. There’s no venom in them, but the cut is pretty deep.
Suddenly, a parachute come down from the sky. A parachute! My first gift from a sponsor! I quickly open the package and there’s a balm, a gauze, and five tablets. A note is in the front of the tablet.
‘ Drink after dinner ( or what you call it), for the baby.
-Chriva’
I come down, slowly and walk slower than before. The cut gushes blood like waterfalls, and I reach the lake in an hour of walking and staunching blood with my shirt. I wash the wound and some cuts in my face and arm, some tears, and rub the balm generously in all of my cuts. The relief is immediate, the blood slows down and stops like magic, I laugh because things like these never happens in District five, and I rub more in the gauze and wrap the scar. I reach camp in no time, feeling refreshed and happier. I even smiled! The sponsors really do care. I am even surprised I have sponsors. Some people see what is in me.
I eat some berries and some bread, and arrange my food. Good thing I have loads of containers, and I ration them by day. I have five containers for me and two for Marvel. I look at their camp and see them sleeping soundly. I put them under the bush, fitting perfectly and camouflaged. I neatly arrange my chair and sleeping bag. I lay it flat and I life above it. I close my eyes and drift off to sleep.
I slept longer than I thought, because Marvel’s sitting down at my side.
“Hey,” he said, nonchalantly.
“Aren’t you with them?” I ask
“They went hunting”
“At night? Aren’t animals hard to see in the dark?”
“Hunting tributes.” He says. I nod, and I sat beside him in the ground. He’s probably on guard. The anthem plays.
“How many died today?” I asked
“We’ll see.”
Glimmer’s beautiful face flashes. She has a hint of a smile in her picture, but she’s still pretty. Then Corral, her tan skin and black hair. I never really remember much of her. The sky returns black.
“What about bread boy?” I ask.
“Oh, he’s out. Cato caught him saving Katniss and he cut him real bad in the leg, I think he’s not gonna last long.”
“Poor Peeta, all for love.”
He strokes my hair, fiddles with it and loops it and braids. He has intricate movements, he can do various braids in hair, pretending it to be ropes, and I laugh at him always before, but now, I just let him. Then he starts to sing.
One step closer
I have died everyday waiting for you
Darling don’t be afraid, I have loved you for a thousand years
I’ll love you for a thousand more…
His voice lets me sleep, but I don’t. I want to cherish every moment I have with him. I grab his hand and merge it with mine, feeling his warmth and his protection. This boy, this boy has hands that could care. Hands that could protect. I never want to let go.
“Don’t go. Forever.” I tell him
“I won’t.”
I snuggle inside my sleeping bag, he lies beside me, and kisses my forehead.
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Tadaaahhh! Sorry it took so long to update :PP
Well, the three chapters that were due last Wed. were not saved, due to my stupidity, and yeah, after mourning for it a bit, I wrote them again.
I edited chapter 15, please read it, it's lacking some parts, so I included it :PP
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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.
