Mockingjay's Daughter (Hunger Games Fanfiction)

Chapter 28: How to Save a Life

Cory's dead.

His corpse falls onto me, I roll over before the blade stabs me too. I quickly get up incase Cory will somehow come alive and start killing me again. I know it's stupid.

My vision becomes black and I start stumbling on my feet, finding it hard to stand still, my coordination not intact. The cut that Cory did on my leg made it harder. Some hands grip my arms. They are large and strong...like Drakobs. I try focusing on the figure but my vision is still going black every few seconds.

"Hey Willow, you alright." Says a soothing deep, calm voice. The warm hands are helping me stand up properly. I could recognise it from anywhere.

My sight becomes filled with light again. The blackout I had before is fading.

I try and make out the tall sallote once again, now with a much better sight. The seam grey eyes shooting at me is what catches my attention before anything. Them eyes, I get lost in them. It takes about ten seconds before I look at this persons face.

It is him! It really is...Drakob, he is alive!

"You're alive, your alive." I let out wobbling. My now shoeless feet getting stabbed by miniature rock hiding in the long grass. I nearly crash on the ground again before he catches me.

"Well, yeah." He says bluntly but without his sarcastic tone. This time it's almost normal. "You really think I would let some stupid career kill me?" He pauses. "Or you"

"So the girl died then?" I ask looking into his eyes again.

"Of corse she's not," his grin and sarcasm creeping back again. Like normal. How could I not of known?

I roll my eyes at him laughing at his signature attitude. Admitivly it didn't annoy me as much as it used to. When I first got to know him, I thought he was arrogant and moody. Now, I think he is actually quite nice at times. Having him back made me feel immediately better, even though we are in the games and it's only the two of us now.

Only the two of us.

Wow.

I had to repeat this to myself for it to sink in properly. What are we going to do? They will be expecting us to kill one another but I don't know if I can. I really don't know if I can kill Drakob without wanting to kill myself.

I could not bring myself to say anything, thank god Drakob broke the tension; "So it really is just the two of us then." It was as if he could read my thoughts. I look up at him studying my face and nod not able to say a single word. He understands this and pulls me into a consoling hug. I breathe in his warm scent and pull my arms around his long neck, his once musclear frame now emphising his bones. I feel like I cannot let go of him. "What do you think we have to do now?" He mumbles through my messy braid (which I really need to redo).

I shrug my shoulders pulling out of the long hug. "I don't know," I let out repeating. "I really don't know." Oh crap, I'm about to cry again.

Drakob smiles weakly at me and wipes off my falling tear, "It'll all be ok Willow. I promise." His soft voice was lying. Its not going to be ok, nothing ever is.

"But one of us have to kill the other now."

"Who says it has to be now?" He asks looking ahead. "We are suppost to be going to the cornucopia." Why was he acting like it's not a big deal?

"That dosn't matter anymore." I sigh. "It's only the two of us."

He looks down at my legs infused with cuts and one extremly deep one. I am leaning on a tree just to support myself from collapsing in a heap. I crossed my legs completly embassesed; remembering that I was only wearing my undies.