Голодные игры
Chapter 21
Iclampmyteethtogetherassheteasinglytracestheoutlineofmylipswiththetipoftheblade.
Iwon’tclosemyeyes.ThecommentaboutRuehasfilledmewithfury,enoughfuryIthinktodiewithsomedignity.Asmylastactofdefiance,IwillstareherdownaslongasIcansee,whichwillprobablynotbeanextendedperiodoftime,butIwillstareherdown,Iwillnotcryout.Iwilldie,inmyownsmallway,undefeated.
"Yes,Idon’tthinkyou’llhavemuchuseforyourlipsanymore.WanttoblowLoverBoyonelastkiss?"sheasks,Iworkupamouthfulofbloodandsalivaandspititinherface.Sheflusheswithrage."Allrightthen.Let’sgetstarted."
Ibracemyselffortheagonythat’ssuretofollow.ButasIfeelthetipopenthefirstcutatmylip,somegreatformyanksClovefrommybodyandthenshe’sscreaming.I’mtoostunnedatfirst,toounabletoprocesswhathashappened.HasPeetasomehowcometomyrescue?HavetheGamemakerssentinsomewildanimaltoaddtothefun?Hasahovercraftinexplicablypluckedherintotheair?
ButwhenIpushmyselfuponmynumbarms,Iseeit’snoneoftheabove.Cloveisdanglingafootofftheground,imprisonedinThresh’sarms.Iletoutagasp,seeinghimlikethat,toweringoverme,holdingClovelikearagdoll.Irememberhimasbig,butheseemsmoremassive,morepowerfulthanIevenrecall.Ifanything,heseemstohavegainedweightinthearena.HeflipsClovearoundandflingsherontotheground.
Whenheshouts,Ijump,neverhavingheardhimspeakaboveamutter.
