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The Hunger Games Marvel's Death
Snap! The lifeless corspe falls to the ground. What used to be the district 3 male, is now a lifeless being. The whites of his eyes showing, nearly unbearable to look at. I turn away and see what remains of our supplies. That's why Cato killed him in the first place, he knows and so do I, that he was suppose to guard those supplies. He failed. The cannon fires and Cato rounds up any weapons from the rack that was under the shade and protection of our barriers.
Cato and Clove begin to walk away from the Cornucopia. There's no reason to stay here, no supplies, no campsite, and in my opinion, no allience. I think back to when I first left home, how my sickly brother's body was sprawled in the bed, chin covered in his coughed-up blood, breathing sounded like gasping. And in a blink of an eye, he was gone. Gone with the wind, leaving me alone to enter the games.
That's when I remember, the net trap I set up, maybe some poor tribute was stupid enough to fall for it. I hope it's Katniss, Cato
The 73rd Hunger Games ch.6
I open my eyes and stair at the trunk and branches in front of me, that's right, I slept in a tree. I turn to my other side and Jason was still sleeping his sleeping bag next to me. It's best we don't stay in one area. We're bond to be spotted by the Careers if they come along. I scoot over and begin to shake Jason awake.
"What is it?" he moans.
"We need to move, if the Careers find us we're doomed." I say continue to shake him.
"Alright," he says. He slides out of his sleeping bag and props it back in his backpack. Zips everything and takes a sword ready to climb down. I remove the jacket I used for warmth and slide in mine. Make sure my knives are secure and begin to climb down the tree. As soon as I reach the bottom Jason climbs down a short way and leaps from the branch.
We begin to start moving hoping not to run into many tributes. But I hear something moving to the side.
"Do you hear that?" I ask him. He shrugs at me. "Hide behind these trees." I say turning and we both hide betw
The 73rd Hunger Games ch.5
"Ladies and Gentlemen! Let the 73rd Hunger Games BEGIN!" Cladius's voice booms over the arena as we stand on our pedesitle for sixty seconds. I look at my surroundings, its a forest arena. Finch and I argued about this being the arena this year. I wish I could go home and rub it in her face. But I can't, and I'm positive I won't.
I look over at Jason who was eyeing the mouth of the Cornucopia, the items and weapons are spread out, the more valuble items are closer or directly in the mouth of the Cornucopia. Anything minor is farther out. I realize he must have spotted a sword on the rack inside. I'm in between the boy from 4 and Liam, the boy from 12. Kara, the girl from 6 is next to Julia. She's on the far corner. Jason's in between Emily, the girl from 4, and Blake. Two Careers, from one and two.
I flasback how Jason and I were going to watch our backs and try to outlast the Careers, we both promised. I hope
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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