The 63rd Hunger Games - Part 16We managed to get the carcass down into the cave. I hoped our hard work would pay off. If only there was a way we could make it into jerky, we would be free to travel and bring it with us, slowly picking off some of the other tributes if we could find them. Or we'd be picked off ourselves, but either way this competition would soon be over. I just hoped that one of us would be the winner, though I preferred it to be Martin. Sage could be such an ass, I thought, my face flushing.
"Why are we still hiding out in this cave?" I asked the other two as I lay on my sleeping ledge, my eyes focused on the cracks in the ceilings.
"Why not?" Sage asked. I could tell he was frowning by the tone of his voice. He sounded nervous and I wondered why, then dismissed the thought. I couldn't go caring for him anymore, no not after all the things that had happened.
"Well, we could end the games if we found the other tributes," Martin said. "However, that leaves the option that they could find us."
The 63rd Hunger Games - Part 15Day two felt like it stretched on and on. The snow fell heavier than ever. Martin and I played a game he called pick up sticks, which we did with the smaller branches of our firewood. The first person jumped all the sticks together and the second tried to pick one up without moving the others. It got kind of boring after a while, which was to be expected, but I had still hoped we wouldn't tire of it so fast. I slept on and off, taking a couple more of the fever reducing pills. We had eaten, after Sage departed, the second portion of the dried food, leaving us with only enough for a meal for the three of us.
The night fell and we peered outside to watch the faces show in the sky. Two more people had died today; Anya Sart from District 5 and Liesa New from District 12. 8 competitors down, only 16 more to go.
"They'll force us together now. The Gamemakers won't let us hole up in this cave the entire competition, though I bet they'd love to see the three of us fight to the death," I said b
The 63rd Hunger Games - Part 14I clung to the cliff. Below me, the ledge was only about a four foot drop. The problem was it was covered in ice and landing wrong would send me over the edge. I couldn't call out to make sure that Sage and Martin were alright. There was the problem of being heard by whoever had killed the person nearby. I worried I was climbing down into a trap. I managed to get my hold back on the rocks and continued down, trying to balance between hurrying and being careful. My back ached and my head throbbed, but I didn't stop until I reached the ledge.
I peered around the corner into the cave. Sage was pacing the floor, his back to me.
"It had to have been her," he was mumbling.
Martin shook him by his shoulders. "It wasn't her. She would have screamed, she would have let us know. I know she would have."
I grabbed Sage, "calm down." He flinched so bad that I thought his elbow would hit me in the face. I ducked under his arm.
"I'm fine," I insisted. "See?" I turned a full circle, my arms out. "No b
The 63rd Hunger Games - Part 13Sage was shivering. His jacket was torn from his fight with the Career and I could only picture how cold he was.
"Come on," I whispered. "We need to find somewhere to hide."
"Not without me," came a soft voice. I turned around slowly, my heart jumping erratically.
"Martin. You ass. You scared me!" I hissed, my eyes narrowed, but my heart wasn't into it.
"I'm glad I found you," he said, wrapping me up into a hug. My backpacks jammed painfully against my spine. Sage coughed quietly, his eyes on both of us, looking agitated.
"Oh stop it," I told Sage. "He's my friend."
They walked on either side of me, and Martin took one of the backpacks from me. The forest was too quiet, and I began to get jumpy. The slightest noises scared me; I didn't know where the other tributes had gone, though most seemed to have headed into the more dense forest before the mountain. The day wore on but the forest seemed to never end. The snow started to fall and soon turned into a blizzard.
"At least no one will
The 63rd Hunger Games - Part 12The morning rushed by in a haze of activity. We ate breakfast and I nervously wolfed down my food, while Martin pushed his plate away, looking slightly green. Sariah kept wringing her hands, looking white-faced and rather like she was about to faint. She didn't touch her meal, which didn't surprise any of us. Trinket and Glint were in the middle of a very in-depth conversation and were going through details as fast as they could. They each had a list with dozens of names upon them and were circling some and crossing off others.
"What is that?" I asked, leaning across the table.
Glint snatched his paper back from Trinket and passed it to me. "Sponsors. This is our list of those likely to assist you, and the papers Trinket have are Martin's."
I noticed that Martin and I had an equal stack and wondered how many people were going for the two of us, not just picking one or the other. It would be expensive to do that, but most of the people in the Capitol could obviously afford it.
"Do you h
The 63rd Hunger Games Part 11Martin went into some of our background together. He skipped over the parts where we had fought, instead weaving a story of two children who had been friends from a young age and had grown close, then far apart over the years. He said that he couldn't forget the time that I kissed him. Oddly enough, I was having trouble forgetting that, despite all the evidence that he didn't really care for me now. And despite that, I didn't care for him, at least not nearly in the same way I used to.
His couple of minutes were over sooner than I expected. They were calling me out a moment later and I stood on shaking legs, my eyes on the floor as Martin entered the room. I couldn't look at him. I didn't want to see the expression in his eyes, whatever it might be.
I walked to the entrance to the stage, pushing open the door and emerging into the bright lights. I waved to the crowd, almost thrown off balance by the dizziness that the sickness left me with.
"Miss Devonix!" Caesar cried, getting out of
The 63rd Hunger Games - Part 10Martin was the first one into preparation for the interviews. He spent several hours with Sariah while Trinket hovered around my bed, making sure that I was getting as much of my health back as possible. They wanted me to have a fever less than 100 before I had to go down to make-up and wardrobe. They had chosen to omit the preparation that Sariah would have normally given me, which included posture, presentation, and manners. I already knew most of the topics they would have covered anyway, due to my upbringing.
In the afternoon I was feeling better by a little. I had eaten a meager lunch of broth and toast. I didn't want to lose my lunch on national television, so I was avoiding rich foods, or anything that wasn't simple. My head was still spinning and I worried I would be too dizzy on camera to put together something comprehensible to tell the audience. I just hoped that the questions would be really simple.
Trinket was the one to lead me down to my prep team and to meet with Bevel
The 63rd Hunger Games - Part 9I never wanted to confront Martin. I never did want him to know how much what he had done had affected me, that the way he had treated me, like he could care less either way, had always been on my mind when I saw him.
When I had been twelve his father had finally left his family. He had gotten another woman pregnant and he divorced his wife. Martin was devastated. He had grown up trying to impress his father, and now that his family was falling apart, he didn't know what to do. He didn't know who was left to go to for help. I tried to help him, encouraging him to keep doing the things he loved, to aspire even more. I told him that even if his father wasn't there to impress, he could still try to work hard to impress his mother, and to impress me. I knew that my advice didn't help a lot, but he told me I was crazy, that he didn't have any reason to impress me, because he already had.
I told him he never had impressed me, but he didn't want to listen to me. I was just trying to motivate
The 63rd Hunger Games - Part 8"Sage," I cried. "Sage!" I screamed his name, my heartbeat thumping in my ears. Where had he gone? What was happening? I ran along the beach, inspecting the water. Was he down there, in the deep? Had he drowned in the initial bloodbath?
The last time I'd seen him he was racing along the beach, his eyes wide with terror, and clutching a wound in his side. He was bleeding heavily, but I couldn't go after him. The District 2 girl had me by the throat, pinning me against the thick gold of the Cornucopia. Martin laughed, lingering by her side, a dagger gripped in his meaty fist. Rosemarie snickered. Such a pretentious name for such a bitch, I thought angrily. I felt a wave of outrage at what had happened, that Martin had stabbed Sage right from the beginning.
Grief made me dizzy, but I threw myself against my attacker with all of my weight, overwhelming Rosemarie. She fell to the ground and I swung my leg out and delivered a solid kick to the back of Martin's knees. He collapsed, the knife