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There I was, alone again. I was glad to be alone, yet I had the urge to find Amber and Fabian. Fabian had taken care of me when I was hurt, and I ran off on him, and I left Amber after promising that we'd be allies. Of course, I had promised Alfie that we'd be partners, too.
"Go ahead, kill me," he whispered. "Why?" I asked, trying to hide my confusion. "Because," he said mournfully, "I was the one who attacked you in the woods."
I froze. Why would he do that? I saved his life more than once. Why the hell would he do that? I bit back the rage boiling in me, telling me to slit his puny little throat and be done with his stupid lies, and tried to figure out why he would do that.
As soon as I calmed down, I came up with the answer. He thought I was a danger, someone unable to be trusted. "You ignorant, weak, undesirable little weasel. I should've killed you when I had the chance," I spat at him, taking my blade away from his neck. He looked at me in confusion.
"Of course," I continued, grabbing his right arm, "That wouldn't give me the pleasure of seeing you in pain." Before he could register what that meant, I dragged my knife horizontally down his forearm. He screamed in pain, which made me plunge my knife deeper as I made my second cut.
After I was satisfied with my work, I sat back and got off of him, as he looked at me with absolute fear in his eyes. "Never," I said, pointing my knife at his heart, "Ever come into my sight again." He nodded, tears pouring from his eyes as I sprinted away, leaving Amber dumbstruck, Jerome half dead, and Alfie with the word 'Nina' carved into his skin far away in my tracks.
(End of Flashback)
I wanted to cry. I had promised myself to never become a killer in the Games, no matter what, and I had already killed two people. I didn't want the Games to change me, but I was ruthless now, cutthroat and to the point. I was horrified that if I survived, I wouldn't survive as me. I would survive as someone severely broken, someone changed so much that they can't even recognize their face in the mirror.
And that's what I did. I sobbed, not caring for once about sponsors or the Capitol or surviving. I'd rather die than be alive and live with my conscience for the rest of my life. I'd rather…
Thud. I was snapped out of my thoughts by a sound. I looked quickly around, and saw a parachute sitting right next to me. A gift from my mentors. I grabbed the silver container, and cracked it open.
Inside were a plastic container and a spoon. The container was full of wild rice, cooked chicken, and vegetables. I picked it up hungrily, but a note fell out. I picked it up curiously, and it said: Stop crying. I laughed, imagining Haymitch arguing with Katniss and Peeta, and slipping the note in without them knowing.
I tore off the lid and was about to take a massive spoonful of the meal, when a voice called from above me: "Can I have some?" I jumped, and looked up to see the death of me. Literally.
There sat Patricia Williamson, lounging on a branch 50 feet in the air lazily and staring down at me with those eyes that could make a lion quiver and run for its mommy. "What are you doing here?" I was surprised my voice still worked. "Oh, just in the neighborhood," she said easily, starting to climb down. "You could've killed me at any time in the last fifteen minutes," I pointed out. "I know," was her response.
She hopped down from the final branch, and regarded me. Then, she unstrapped her bow and quiver from her back, and dropped it at her feet. She raised her eyebrows at me, and I hastily took off my belt of knives, and waited for my death sentence. "So, are you going to give me some food or not?" she asked, going over to the parachute. I sat down, knowing that I had to deal with her, or else I was as good as dead.
I watched as she took a bite of the food, and then handed the spoon to me. I took a spoonful and swallowed, and handed it back in silence. We ate in uneasy silence, since I was expecting her to take out a knife and slit my throat.
"What are you waiting for?" she asked as we finished up the meal. "You to kill me," I said simply. She laughed, and said, "Why would I kill you? Instead of letting that slimeball from District 10 slice you to pieces, I threw my spear at him. No, I won't kill you, but it would probably be safer for me to." "Why not?" I couldn't help but blurt out. Patricia sighed. "Are you really this annoying? Look, I'm not killing you because you took down two Careers. I think that this would be…an interesting alliance. So either you take me up, or I go to those bozo Careers. Okay?" I nodded, knowing that I couldn't let her go to the Careers. The Careers are dangerous on their own, but if Patricia joined it would be absolutely lethal.
I looked at the sky. It was fading to a light pink, and no cannon had shot yet. Jerome wasn't dead? He must be close to the end. I sighed, wondering if tomorrow if I'd still be alive. It was probably a 50/50 chance.
Patricia picked up her bow and arrows, and started scaling the large tree in front of us. "You coming?" she called as soon as she was on the same branch that she had been on when I was crying. "Yeah, I guess so," I said, climbing the tree until I reached a nice, large branch pretty far off the ground. I took off the straps of my still handy sleeping bag, and put it on. I used the straps as a tether to the tree, using the same technique that Katniss had used in her Hunger Games.
Apparently I had dozed off, because my eyes shot open when the Capitol anthem filled my ears, and I looked around, disoriented. After the anthem finished, instead of seeing Jerome's face, it shut off. He made it through the day? It couldn't be.
I looked at Patricia. She was dead asleep, mumbling unintelligible words in her sleep. That was when I knew I couldn't do it. The alliance, I mean. After Alfie betrayed me, I couldn't trust anyone, especially a person as deadly as Patricia.
I quietly took off the straps of my sleeping bag, and climbed down the tree. I knew when Patricia woke up and didn't see me, she'd be angry. Angry and murderous.
But this is what I needed to do. I needed to be alone, to stop making ties with people. Ties meant softness, and softness meant certain death. And I may have a chance now. Just a slight one, but a chance nonetheless.
I climbed down the tree, and took off. I didn't know where I was running, just…away. That is, I was running, until I heard voices.
"…need to find her before it narrows down any more!" I heard a very familiar female voice exclaim. It was Joy, from District Three. Where were they? It was so dark I couldn't see my hand in front of my face. "Wait, did you guys just hear something?" I did a one eighty turn and saw them. They were sitting at a fire, and there were only three of them. Joy, Mick, and Eddie, and they were sitting not ten feet away from me.
"I don't know," Mick said, fiddling with the tip of his trident. "Why not, meathead?" Joy asked, annoyed. "Because she killed Ron AND Narcissi without getting a scratch on her, and was about to kill you too!" Mick exploded. Joy sighed, rubbing a deep scar that ran from her forearm to her elbow. The scar that I had created. "Fine, we'll just go after Patricia," Joy grumbled. "No," Eddie said quickly.
"Why can't we kill her? You've been protesting that since the Games begun!" she said angrily. "Well…I just think…" he was at a loss of words. Luckily for him, Mick turned my way, and of course took notice of my shining eyes. "SHE'S HERE!" he screamed, and, as if she was waiting for this moment, Joy bolted for me.
Of course I would get chased. Why can't I freaking eavesdrop without being caught? I wondered as I scrambled to get away. Joy was right on my tail as I zigzagged left and right, trying to lose her. "Give up, twelve," she hissed throwing something. It hit a tree in front of me with a thud, and an ear splitting shriek from a bird erupted.
I was gaining speed, until I came across…a boulder. I scrambled on top of it, but Joy was right there with me. "Give up, twelve," she said again, pulling out a large knife. "NEVER LIGHT BULB!" I yelled, knowing that Joy would get extremely angry at me for screaming. "That's it!" she lunged at me, but I quickly sidestepped at the last minute. She screamed as she fell, until I heard a big thump. I looked down to see her figure lying in a pile of vines. Poison ivy, no doubt, and that drop was so long she must've broken a bone or two. I laughed as she screamed, "THIS IS NOT OVER!" and blew her a kiss.
Hopefully come daybreak, Jerome would be gone and I wouldn't mind killing off Joy. It was terrible, but I had to survive.