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
The 63rd Hunger Games - Part 7I trudged back to my room after the day in the Training Center, entering the elevator with no companions. Before lunch, no one had approached me to ask about being allies or made any movement that warned me that they wanted to.There had been no one following me, no one watching until I threw that knife and felt all eyes on me, and knew that I'd regret what I'd done. When you show a skill off in the Training Center, you also show them that you're a threat, and that you'll need to be taken out immediately in the arena.
I wrung my hands and my nerves caused me to start shaking. I leaned back against the glass wall of the elevator, looking out at the Capitol through tired eyes. It had been a long day. Martin disappeared with a group of the Careers in the beginning. I hadn't seen him since, but I wasn't really concerned with him, or surprised by his immediate alliance with those people. My concerns were for Sage. He acted oddly after lunch and I feared that the words of the Careers had upse