Голодные игры
Chapter 21
"What’dyoudotothatlittlegirl?Youkillher?"
Cloveisscramblingbackwardonallfours,likeafranticinsect,tooshockedtoevencallforCato."No!No,itwasn’tme!"
"Yousaidhername.Iheardyou.Youkillher?"Anotherthoughtbringsafreshwaveofragetohisfeatures."Youcutheruplikeyouweregoingtocutupthisgirlhere?"
"No!No,I-"Cloveseesthestone,aboutthesizeofasmallloafofbreadinThresh’shandandlosesit."Cato!"shescreeches."Cato!"
"Clove!"IhearCato’sanswer,buthe’stoofaraway,Icantellthatmuch,todoheranygood.Whatwashedoing?TryingtogetFoxfaceorPeeta?OrhadhebeenlyinginwaitforThreshandjustbadlymisjudgedhislocation?
ThreshbringstherockdownhardagainstClove’stemple.It’snotbleeding,butIcanseethedentinherskullandIknowthatshe’sagoner.There’sstilllifeinhernowthough,intherapidriseandfallofherchest,thelowmoanescapingherlips.
WhenThreshwhirlsaroundonme,therockraised,Iknowit’snogoodtorun.Andmybowisempty,thelastloadedarrowhavinggoneinClove’sdirection.I’mtrappedintheglareofhisstrangegoldenbrowneyes."What’dshemean?AboutRuebeingyourally?"
"I-I-weteamedup.Blewupthesupplies.Itriedtosaveher,Idid.Buthegottherefirst.DistrictOne,"Isay.MaybeifheknowsIhelpedRue,hewon’tchoosesomeslow,sadisticendforme.
"Andyoukilledhim?"hedemands.
"Yes.Ikilledhim.Andburiedherinflowers,"Isay."AndIsanghertosleep."
Tearsspringinmyeyes.
