Blood, Betrayals, and Berries ~A Foxface Story~
This is the 74th Hunger Games from Foxface's POV. I'm writing this for Kayla (AKA Katniss), so I figured I might as well post it on here, anyway! ^_^
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Was it really fair? Fair to do that to Cole and Irabella? Cole would be devastated, and Irabella would be virtually alone.
Irabella wasnâ€™t even old enough to understand, and I was the only person Cole had. I couldnâ€™t do that to them. . .
But surely they didnâ€™t want to watch me suffer, either! There was only a slim chance of my return, and I would certainly be different. An alcoholic, a morphling, one who shuts out the world. . .
But I had to.
I guess suicide was my own cowardly way of leaving. Iâ€™d always thought of suicide as cowardly, and I still do. Itâ€™s taking the easy way out. Well, call me the queen of cowards, then!
I still hated this. Irabella wouldnâ€™t have anyone . . . wait a second . . . she would have Cole! Of course, how could I forget?! I told her to take care of him before I left! It didnâ€™t justify my decision entirely, but maybe heâ€™d miss me less. No one could help but love Irabella.
I nodded, my mind made up. I was about to leap down, when a crunching noise came from below. I heard a sigh, and crouched low against the chilly stone.
â€œPeeta, canâ€™t you be any quieter?â€ Katniss asked irritably.
â€œWhat do you mean?â€
â€œForget Cato, youâ€™re scaring off every rabbit in a ten mile radius!â€
So Peeta continued his trek, slightly softer. It would be a breeze to follow them. Of course, I had to be careful. Any noise louder than Peetaâ€™s stomping would mean an arrow through the temple.
I leaped through the trees, nearly silent. Iâ€™d gotten pretty good at that, actually. They reached a clearing, and Katniss went off to hunt while Peeta gathered berries. He got a few and placed them on the stump they were using.
Nightlock. Easy. I was about to grab them, when I spotted the cheese. Goat cheese . . . love goat cheese. . .
I was about to die, right? Why not get some? I grabbed a bit, spread it on a roll, and ate it quickly. I was sure Peeta could hear me, but he wasnâ€™t doing anything. I grabbed the berries, sighing, and closing my fingers around the hard little lumps.
I darted into the woods, and back up against a tree. I couldnâ€™t do it. I had to. I looked at the berries. Deadly, but they didnâ€™t give the appearance of holding such a potent poison.
I gulped and spoke in a rushed whisper. All cameras were on me, for sure.
â€œIâ€™m sorry. Iâ€™m sorry you have to see me do this. Just know that I love you.â€ I couldnâ€™t say Coleâ€™s name, as no one knew he was in Five. â€œAnd Irabella, I love you, too. Donâ€™t forget me. Iâ€™m still Rissy. Youâ€™ll understand when youâ€™re older. Grow up strong for me, okay?â€ Now for the general audience of Five. â€œIâ€™m sorry to District Five, too. I want a victor as much as all of you, but Iâ€™m sure thereâ€™ll be some. And Iâ€™m sorry to Calebâ€™s family . . . I went a bit insane there.â€ Finally, James and Amelia. â€œJames, I did think about what you said. I donâ€™t know if this is what you meant, but Iâ€™m doing this. And Amelia, I know Iâ€™m taking the easy way out. Think of me as a coward if you want. I really am sorry. I love you.â€
I held one berry between my thumb and forefinger, rolling it around. I stuck it in my place carefully, not biting it yet. â€œGoodbye, I love you,â€ I said, tears streaming down my face now.
My teeth pierced the tough skin, and it tasted pretty good, actually. But it was too late to go back now. I swallowed the small berry, somehow potent enough to kill a full-sized person.
Thatâ€™s when it happened. Fire, fire in my esophagus! I needed water! Now! All this happened in a split second. Then my vision blurred, the fire extinguished, my knees gave in, and I collapsed. The last thing I heard was a cannon, signaling that Finch Marissa Burns was no more.
â€œOof!â€ I grunted, being knocked to the ground by something. Wasnâ€™t I dead? I remembered the fire, the brief flash of pain, then collapsing to the ground.
I knew I was dead when Calebâ€™s face hovered over mine, holding a fairly hostile expression.
â€œWhat were you thinking?â€ he yelled, pinning me down. â€œI loved you!â€
â€œAnd I canâ€™t believe you just figured out that the feeling wasnâ€™t mutual,â€ I spat, kicking his gut and getting up. I looked to where I collapsed, and saw my body being lifted out of the arena, going to be sent to Five for my funeral. Did I really just do that to Cole and Irabella?
I guess I did. Katniss and Peeta, I assume, were in the middle of an argument, for they both looked up in time to see my body. My flaming hair was swaying underneath my dead body, giving the appearance that I was somehow still alive.
â€œCatoâ€™s here. Climb,â€ Peeta said, ushering Katniss up a tree.
â€œNot gonna help,â€ a snarky voice said behind me. Clove? She must have died at the feast.
â€œWait, she isnâ€™t Catoâ€™s kill . . . sheâ€™s yours,â€ Katniss said.
An emotion flickered over Peetaâ€™s face just long enough for me to catch it. An odd mixture of guilt, sorrow, and anger.
Then he composed himself, and Katniss went on to explain about the nightlock. Right . . . I forgot to tell Peeta. Oops.
â€œYou outfoxed the fox, Peeta!â€ Katniss said, with a hint of excitement in her voice.
â€œIâ€™m not a fox,â€ I muttered, turning away. I sat on the ground, knees to my chest, arms folded on top of them. I sat like that a while, staring at the ground.
â€œAre you all right?â€
The voice knocked me back to reality. Or, yâ€™know, death. I looked over and saw tiny Rue, her knees pulled to her chest, perched next to me.
â€œHuh? Yeah, I guess Iâ€™m fine. Just confused . . . why am I still in the arena if Iâ€™m dead?â€
She shrugged. â€œI dunno. Maybe after the Games are over, weâ€™ll go somewhere else. What are you all sad about?â€
â€œItâ€™s nothing. Just some friends. Cole and Irabella. I love both of them.â€
â€œSo you were cheating on me!â€ Caleb announced angrily, appearing out of thin air.
â€œYouâ€™re stupid,â€ I said shortly. â€œSo what do we do here?â€ I asked, turning to Rue.
â€œWell, Clove and Glimmer have been fighting over Cato and cheering him on . . . some people have been stalking you, Peeta, and Katniss, and some people take revenge on those who killed them. Speaking of which, watch out for Orion.â€
Speaking of Orion. . .
It isnâ€™t possible to die a second time, is it?
This was the chapter, which is why it was up so quickly. Iâ€™m kind of playing this in my head as an anime, for some reason . . . probably because I just watched three episodes of OHSHC. . .