Sharp Objects

chapter twenty seven

"Yep, tomorrow we'll both be home." I reply,barely audible, for my voice seems to catch in my throat at the sheer though of it. I run my fingers over my blades nestled into the slots in my vest, and cannot help but grin: these knives are my ticket out of here, my own ticket home. They are more important then anything other thing I own right now.

"We better start moving, the others will be there or on their way,like us." Says cato "if we get there at the same time and make a proper plan while we walk, we'll be able to get rid of them all pretty quickly. And then we'll be finished out of this hell-hole and made up an interviewed and all the other stuff, before we finally get back on the train to 2." He smiles again, apparently miles away in thought,and I can feel myself blushing as I struggle to retain my own smile,staring at those blue eyes again.

I need to stop thinking about them, and him.

He's never going to love you,you're not good enough for him.

I sigh to myself, pushing those blue eyes out of my mind,and sling my pack over my shoulder, staring of into the woods. Cato follows close behind me,and,soon enough,we fall into step with each other.

Around two hours (and a fair bit of walking) later, we finally have a plan. Cato is going to wait behind in the trees at the edge of the clearing,while I go in to the retriever the gifts from the feast. I take out Alyssa and peeta as best I can,but leave Thresh to Cato. We kill Katniss on fire together. I suggest we actually set her on fire and use that as her ceremonious end, but cato refuses (it'll take to long and be really time consuming), so we're just going to simultaneously stab her with our blades instead.

We reach the starting field to find the cornucopia blocked by a single table. On it are four bags, each with a number on them. 2,5,11 and 12. Me, cato, Alyssa, Thresh, Katniss and peeta. The last six standing. I go to move forwards,towards the bags,to get it and run,before the others turn up and have a chance to steal it, but cato pulls me back.

"No,wait." He Hisses, keeping one hand clenched around my waist as I struggle against his grip " wait for them first. They'll be here soon. And nobody is stupid enough to take our bag; they'll know we will be after them if they do."
He release my arm and I sigh heavily,pulling the sleeves of my jacket down over my hands In anxiety. Yes,I know the plan,and yes,I can throw a knife pretty darn well, but I still scars me. What happens if I'm faced with someone I don't expect; something dangerous. Something that will kill me.

You and cato are going home,clove,don't think like that.

I shake the thought out my brain,and shaking my head a little as I do it. Somehow,that makes it seem more real; as if I am actually ridding my head of thought; and physically making it go away. I definitely helps, and soon im back to normal, ready to run in and take the bag.

We wait for five minutes,maybe ten minutes, until a sudden movement startles both of us. I look up quickly,pulling one of my knives from my jacket,about to run. And then I stop: Alyssa is sprinting into the bushes with her bag wrapped tightly around her fingers: she was waiting for it. waiting inside the cornucopia the whole time. Hell,that girl is smart. It's no surprise she has lasted this long.

"Go,clove." Cato's hushed voice speaks from behind me "I've got your back, you know I have." He rests one hand on my shoulder,and for a moment, I swear something else is going to happen; that my leaving will not go to plan,but it does. I nod quickly at the only friend I have left, and he gives me a resting smile back, remaining me of why I feel In love with the guy.

And before I know it, I'm running; out into the wide open space of the starting field,vaulting over discarded remnants of our destroyed camp to reach the cornucopia. When I reach the side of it, I stand flat against the geometric shaped sides as best as possible,edging round to the front.