Hunger Games Continued
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Thread Topic: Hunger Games Continued
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Masa: I stop playing the song when I see the tributes come up on the screen. I climb down the tree, and see that everyone is awake.
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Masa: For a minute I watch the sky with them, and make a mental note of the tributes that were dead. After the tribute's faces were gone again, I ran into the forest crying.
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Masa: I kept running, feeling stupid for playing the song in front of them. I almost made it to the edge of the arena, until I ran straight into Sato, the last career left.
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Sato: "What do you think you're doing here?" He says.
Masa: I don't answer. Hes huge-at least twice my size. -
Masa: "I-I didn't mean to..." I stutter, just as he jabs a knife into my stomach.
Minata: I start running after where i thought Pacifica went. -
Masa: My breathing was coming out in strangled gasps, and the wound was burning. I couldn't see Minata anywhere.
Minata: I kept running, but I couldn't tell where they went. I turned around and shrugged my shoulders at Brayden. -
Minata: I see Pacifica holding Masa, and they are both covered in blood. I run over, and I see the knife wound in Masa's stomach. I kneel down next to her and stroke her forhead.
Masa: I put my hand over Minata's other hand. "Thank you, Pacifica." I tell her. -
Minata: I cradle her in my arms, and hold her hand. I put my forehead against hers.
Masa: "I love you, Minata." I whisper. -
Minata: I kiss her forehead, and watch her as her breathing becomes shorter.
Masa: "I don't want to go." I say to him. -
Minata: I mouth the words 'I love you' as I see her take her last breath, and the cannon goes off. I am frozen there, with her in my arms.
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Nods yes, barely moving.
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I put them in her hands, my own shaking as I moved.
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I move her hands so that they cover the wound, and put the rest of the flowers in her hands.
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I keep her in my lap, and I put my forehead back onto hers. I let the tears run down my cheek onto hers.
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For about ten minutes i sit there, and think about her. Every detail that had seemed so unimportant before became a flashing light in my face. The way she wore her hair to the dinner hall every night back home. Her eyes, that were a gray-blue and looked down at the ground whenever someone made fun of her. Then I relized something. Those things weren't the things that I never noticed, those were the things I loved about her the most. And one of those things was how quick she managed to move on after her parents' deaths.
I gently laid her down on the ground, and and stomped over to a tree.
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