The Hunger Games - Primrose Everdeen

Chapter Thirty One

Okay, just so I can get my mind collected and clear things up for you and myself, here are the dead tributes:

Glimmer & Marvel (D1)

Both from D3

Boy from D4

Boy from D5

Both from D6

Both from D7

Both from D8

Boy from D9

Both from D10

Primrose Everdeen (D12) </3

Meaning there are 8 tributes left. 

The odds are not in my favor today. Wind howls fiercly outside, but even though it's loud as thunder, I hear footsteps and voices muttering just outside my cramped den. Nervously shaking, I hide my face from the holes in the cave and put out the baby fire that I lit for warmth. The air grows still and I barely breath, knowing that the slightest movement may alert whoever is outside. 

Cautiously, I sit up and peer out of a small gap between two rocks in the mouth of the cave. Outside I take note that it is the girl's from District Four and District Nine. What an unusual alliance. District Four is usually a Career, and I assume she was earlier in the Games, but they split up. So what is she doing with this girl? Why would she put her trust in a girl from an outlying district? A weak one too. 

As I stare anxiously, they begin to walk again. District Nine in front. I can't seem to recall her name but I know the girl from District Four was named Aurora. Aurora is a sleek tall girl with jet black hair and a crooked nose. Her ears seemed a bit deformed. Yet her eyes are a maginifect shade of green, like a former Victor's. His name was Finnick O'dair, or as some know him, the sex symbol of Panem. Maybe this girl is his daughter, after all he is quite a 'player', I guess one could say. Watching closely for them to fade into the distance, I notice Aurora heave up her silver trident and send it flying into the other girl's back. With a short shriek, she falls to the ground, her body giving one last twitch and then her canon blasts.

I whimper pathetically when her body falls to the ground, her face lands in a large puddle of mud and blood seeps from her wound. At first, my whinning catches Aroura's attention. Her head snaps around until she just shrugs it off and continues wondering into the vastness of the boulder fields. When I lay back down again I do not fall asleep. All I can see is the poor innocent girl crumbling to the ground, dying painfully with no mercy. And just like Primrose, she deserved none of this. Neither do I truthfully. No one does. Not even the Careers. The only people that truly deserve a fait like this and that would be the Gamemakers and President Snow including his close and loyal followers. 

For hours, I just stay in my new home, painfully replaying all of the deaths I have seen so far. Out of all of them, Prim's was the worst. So sudden and unexpected. We had almost made it away, but she gave up. She did right? All in a moments notice she hopped to the ground, sacrificing herself to the Careers. And the last words I heard Cato say before he ran off with Clove, "They could never survive without one another. She'll be dead soon." Thinking about that, I sob and weep for countless minutes. With my head burried in my bag and Prim's own backpack by my feet I do not try to stop. Instead, I torment myself with memories and tears. Something only a sadistic insane girl would do. Only what I would do.

SEE! Told you there was a reason chapters would be short. Rue is going insane :0