Mockingjay's Daughter (Hunger Games Fanfiction)

Chapter 16: Attack

There was a loud thud that woke me from my already nightmare filled sleep. I had been dreaming of my parents. Dreaming of Snow torturing them to death, it was horrendous. They where tied up to tree trunks and being stabbed brutally by him and he made me watch as I pleaded and cried for it to stop.

I was some what thankful to be woken, so I knew my dream wasn't real since it felt it. Tears threatened to escape my eyes again as I think of my parents. I sat up and took deep breaths to stop myself. But what was that noise? Should I go out and investigate? Will it be a tribute?

For the purpose of my life, I stay frozen in my position and try hard to not make a single sound or movement. The same noise is made again, which makes my heart literally skip a beat from shock as well as fear.

Rummaging quietly in my bagpack, I retrieve the small pocket knife for protection- incase it's someone who will try and kill me and shuffle towards the zipped up tent door.

Again that noise.

That noise.

I am probably being paranoid, but I have a bad feeling that someone is out there and suspects my "bush tent" is fake.

A knife then penetrates from above the tent. I give out a faint scream from shock, big mistake.

"Who is in there? I know it's a tent!Show yourself coward!" Grumbles an unfamiliar voice. Without answering, I grip my knife tightly and crawl out the tent, through the door being carefully unzipped slightly. The boy is looking down at the tent repetivly stabbing it now from above.

His dark hair is covering his face mostly so I cannot make out who it might be. I creep up behind him then rise and slit his neck without daring to look so I don't change mind, he then helplessly falls to the floor with his blood spraying my face.

The boys piercing eyes look at me furiously as his fringe sweeps, betrayed as his body hits the snow now, turned into blood red. It's only a second before the light fades from his eyes and he's gone, but it was the longest second of my life. I will never forget that look he gave me.

The cannon then goes off. The sound is painful.

I look at the boys dead body closely and move his long fringe from his eyes to take a closer look at him. I recognise him, this boy is from District 9.

Autumns district.

She had told me a lot about him considering we only spent a week together in training before the Games started. That they had grown up together and that she was thankful to of been with him in the Games.

"I'm sorry," I whisper to him closing his eyes, hurting me like a bullet.

I'm such a monster.

Even though I don't know him, no words can describe my guilt. The same for the girl I shot in the eye earlier. Who knows what type of person they were. For all I know they could of both been good, genuine people who are kind hearted. (Even though they tried to kill me) but I'm in the same situation.

"I didn't want to do that. I never knew you, it's not fair. I'm sorry." I say again to the corpse. "These Games are wicked." I add. The Capitol won't be happy that I've said that but who cares...what more can they do to me here?

I really cannot see how I am ever going to forgive myself. I've killed two people already. I feel like I can now slightly empathise with my Mom and Dad by what they have had to go through in the games then carry around with them for the rest of their lives...despite this being only being the first night here.

And what a horrible night it was.

I wipe the boys blood off of my face with the camo jacket where no dry mud was on. I decide to put away the tent and continue to walk on since I know I won't be able to sleep. I then put everything in my bag pack then fold the tent up.

I then re braid me hair, since it's already came loose. I style it in Moms signature side braid.

But there is nowhere to go. The path ended here, the only option is for me is to either go back and enter the forest or walk up the mountains. Both options where dismal. I decided to try and climb up the mountain and see what the arena looks like from above, since the sun will be rising soon.

I downed the rest of my litre container of water then refilled it. I will need this for later but when I have to reach somewhere else, I probably won't be fortunate enough to find fresh water so I have to make the most of it.

Maybe Mom and Dad will get me sponsors. But what if the sponsors don't like me? What If they think I'm weak and boring?

This made me realise more that I cannot look weak to anyone watching me on TV.

I need to appear stronger and tougher than I actually am.

I take a long, deep breath and start climbing up the steep, snow covered mountain.

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