Sharp Objects

chapter seventeen

After what seems like an hour or so of piing up the remaining supplies. I add to axes to my collection of lethal blades, which I slot into my belt beside my knife bag. We start to build camp, setting up the shelter canopies and the sleeping bags underneath them. I set up my bed right in the corner, away from everyone.

We eat some food when the sun sets, creating a fire beside the lake, drinking from our large containers of water and eating some of the food we found in the piles of stuff. We'll probably hunt for animals tomorrow: tonight will be reserved for tributes.

The hunt begins just before nightfall, as the sky starts to fall from blue to black. I throw my pack over my shoulder, stuffing my jacket into it, buy keeping my knife vest on, in case we see anymore enemies, don my night vision glasses, and follow the others into the forest. We leave maverick at the camp. To make final touches to the minefield.i don't exactly trust him, but I go with the others anyway.

We trek through the forest that seems like hours, but even finding anything remotely interesting.if the tributes were ever here, they are long gone now. We should of definitely gone hunting earlier, at least it would be easier to see them.

Then, suddenly, the Capitol anthem begins to play in the background. I look up towards the sky, in anticipation of the reveling of fallen tributes, the Capitol symbol appears, with the words 'the fallen' written underneath.

When watching from home, you see full coverage of each and every deatha and injury, buy, in the arena, the tributes dont get to see the images of the dead or who killed them. It is said to give an unfair advantage, seeing if you want to hide your talent.

The first Is the girl from 3, the one that glimmer stabbed to death with her dagger. The boy from 4, probably one of Cato's unfortunate victims. The boy from 5 who was hit by a axe meant for me. That means foxface had made it
Both from 6 and 7. The boy from 8 that Marvel skewered with a spear. Both from 9. Look, theres the guy who caught the knife meant for Katniss. The girl from 10 who I hit in the forehead under influence of extreme rage.

Eleven tributes down, twelve to go. Twelve remaining tributes until I take to crown.

Through the anthem, the others have been chatting, laughing when they see the face of tribute that they killed but now, there faces only shown anger. " fire girl made it then." Says glimmer disguising.

State the obvious, why don't you.

"Yeah I guess so." Says cato, setting of again through the forest, while watching the sky. We seem to have stopped. Well, we are moving again now.

" I need to get rid of her someh-" I begin, but I'm cut off: something in the clearing in front of us glowing. A Tribute.

This should be fun.

I notice glimmer about to open her mouth again, but I quickly shove her."ouch!" She squeals, and I shh her exaggerating, before pointing to the bright orange embers burning just a few meters in front of us.

It seems as if cato has  noticed the tribute too: he turns around and mimes for us to shut up.the others bay without question. I edge around the tree, taking light steps across the rustling leaves beneath my feet that are somewhat intent on giving my position away, it's lucky that I'm so darn small.

There in the clearning, is the girl from 8, setting up a fire from nightfall? What the hell was she thinking? She's walking to an early grave. At the hands of us: the careers.

I take cautious steps forward until I'm only a metre to her left. I slowly take a knife from my vest, Inspecting the blade: it'll be just right for these weak little cloths making idiots.