Голодные игры
Chapter 12
Iwilleagerlywatchthenightskiesforsignsofhisdeath,ifIdon’tkillhimfirstmyself.
TheCareertributesaresilentuntilhegetsoutofearshot,thenusehushedvoices.
"Whydon’twejustkillhimnowandgetitoverwith?"
"Lethimtagalong.What’stheharm?Andhe’shandywiththatknife."
Ishe?That’snews.WhatalotofinterestingthingsI’mlearningaboutmyfriendPeetatoday.
"Besides,he’sourbestchanceoffindingher."
Ittakesmeamomenttoregisterthatthe"her"they’rereferringtoisme.
"Why?Youthinksheboughtintothatsappyromancestuff?"
"Shemighthave.Seemedprettysimplemindedtome.EverytimeIthinkaboutherspinningaroundinthatdress,Iwanttopuke."
"Wishweknewhowshegotthateleven."
"BetyouLoverBoyknows."
ThesoundofPeetareturningsilencesthem.
"Wasshedead?"askstheboyfromDistrict2.
"No.Butsheisnow,"saysPeeta.Justthen,thecannonfires."Readytomoveon?"
TheCareerpacksetsoffatarunjustasdawnbeginstobreak,andbirdsongfillstheair.Iremaininmyawkwardposition,musclestremblingwithexertionforawhilelonger,thenhoistmyselfbackontomybranch.Ineedtogetdown,togetgoing,butforamomentIliethere,digestingwhatI’veheard.NotonlyisPeetawiththeCareers,he’shelpingthemfindme.Thesimplemindedgirlwhohastobetakenseriouslybecauseofhereleven.Becauseshecanuseabowandarrow.WhichPeetaknowsbetterthananyone.
Buthehasn’ttoldthemyet.
