Голодные игры

           Idropmyhandsandholdmyfaceuptothemoonlightsothecamerascanbesuretocatchit.

           So,whoistherelefttobeafraidof?Foxface?Theboytributefromherdistrictisdead.She’soperatingalone,atnight.Andherstrategyhasbeentoevade,notattack.Idon’treallythinkthat,evenifsheheardmyvoice,she’ddoanythingbuthopesomeoneelsewouldkillme.

           Thenthere’sThresh.Allright,he’sadistinctthreat.ButIhaven’tseenhim,notonce,sincetheGamesbegan.IthinkabouthowFoxfacegrewalarmedwhensheheardasoundatthesiteoftheexplosion.Butshedidn’tturntotheWoods,sheturnedtowhateverliesacrossfromit.TothatareaofthearenathatdropsoffintoIdon’tknowwhat.IfeelalmostcertainthatthepersonsheranfromwasThreshandthatishisdomain.He’dneverhaveheardmefromthereand,evenifhedid,I’muptoohighforsomeonehissizetoreach.

           SothatleavesCatoandthegirlfromDistrict2,whoarenowsurelycelebratingthenewrule.They’retheonlyonesleftwhobenefitfromitbesidesPeetaandmyself.DoIrunfromthemnow,onthechancetheyheardmecallPeeta’sname?No,Ithink.Letthemcome.Letthemcomewiththeirnight-visionglassesandtheirheavy,branch-breakingbodies.

           Rightintotherangeofmyarrows.ButIknowtheywon’t.Iftheydidn’tcomeindaylighttomyfire,theywon’triskwhatcouldbeanothertrapatnight.Whentheycome,itwillbeontheirownterms,notbecauseI’veletthemknowmywhereabouts.