Rikki's screams are getting louder. The sounds cuts through me like knives. Have you ever listened to one of your friends die? It's not pleasant.
Adam and I search the forest where she told us that she was gathering, but we don't find her. The volume of her screams increase, and I try to run in the direction of them, but the sound is echoing. It could be coming from any direction.
"Cynth? Where are you going?" I hear Adam yell (don't worry, his voice was barely distinguishable over Rikki's screams), but I don't respond. I just keep running in the direction I think Rikki's screams are coming from, making sure I have both of my knives ready.
I know I'm in the right area when Rikki's screams are deafening. I stop running, and start quietly making my way along, looking for any signs of life. I stop in my tracks at the same moment Rikki's screams stop, ducking down behind a bush.
"Stop screaming!" I hear a male voice hiss.
I peek through the leaves in the bush, and what I see makes my stomach churn. Rikki's lying on the floor, in small pool of blood. The boy from District Eight is kneeling next to her with a hunting knife, looking pained. Wait, pained? He's torturing her, and he's regretting it? This doesn't make any sense.
"I-I'm sorry." He whispers, holding the knife up, "But I have to do this."
"Why?" Rikki whispers back.
"Because he'll kill me if I don't."
"Who's 'he'?"
"Blake."
"Well, tell him I say, 'Fuck you, traitor!'" Rikki mumbles angrily.
"I will." The boy whispers back.
I send one of my knives flying through the air, and it hits District Eight in the hand. "AGH!" He yells, dropping the knife.
I get out of my hiding place, running to Rikki's side. "Are you okay?" I whisper.
"Yeah." She says back weakly, but I can see she's not. She's got several gashes all over her body, and they're all bleeding terribly.
I'm about to protest when Rikki's eyes suddenly widen. "Behind you!" She squeals.
I whip around, and I feel something hit me. It probably hit me harder than it would have if I didn't turn into the blow, I think. I look down and see a knife sticking out of my chest, an inch down from my left shoulder blade. I sit there for a second, staring at it. "Ow." I mumble, and then I fall to the ground and black out.
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No Regrets (a Hunger Games Fan Fiction)
FanficWhen Cynthia Jones volunteers in the place of her best friend for the 67th Annual Hunger Games, she doesn't have any regrets. But when she enters the arena, that all changes. She's forced to do things she may regret for the rest of her days.
