Голодные игры
Chapter 18
Everything’sstillandquiet.Then,almosteerily,themockingjaystakeupmysong.
Foramoment,Isitthere,watchingmytearsdripdownonherface.Rue’scannonfires.Ileanforwardandpressmylipsagainsthertemple.Slowly,asifnottowakeher,Ilayherheadbackonthegroundandreleaseherhand.
They’llwantmetoclearoutnow.Sotheycancollectthebodies.Andthere’snothingtostayfor.IrolltheboyfromDistrict1ontohisfaceandtakehispack,retrievethearrowthatendedhislife.IcutRue’spackfromherbackaswell,knowingshe’dwantmetohaveitbutleavethespearinherstomach.Weaponsinbodieswillbetransportedtothehovercraft.I’venouseforaspear,sothesoonerit’sgonefromthearenathebetter.
Ican’tstoplookingatRue,smallerthanever,ababyanimalcurledupinanestofnetting.Ican’tbringmyselftoleaveherlikethis.Pastharm,butseemingutterlydefenseless.TohatetheboyfromDistrict1,whoalsoappearssovulnerableindeath,seemsinadequate.It’stheCapitolIhate,fordoingthistoallofus.
Gale’svoiceisinmyhead.HisravingsagainsttheCapitolnolongerpointless,nolongertobeignored.Rue’sdeathhasforcedmetoconfrontmyownfuryagainstthecruelty,theinjusticetheyinflictuponus.Buthere,evenmorestronglythanathome,Ifeelmyimpotence.There’snowaytotakerevengeontheCapitol.Isthere?
ThenIrememberPeeta’swordsontheroof."OnlyIkeepwishingIcouldthinkofawayto.toshowtheCapitaltheydon’townme.
