Голодные игры
Chapter 24
Dissonantnotesinterspersewiththemelody.Themockingjays’voicesriseupinashriekingcryofalarm.
We’reonourfeet,Peetawieldinghisknife,mepoisedtoshoot,whenCatosmashesthroughthetreesandbearsdownonus.Hehasnospear.Infact,hishandsareempty,yetherunsstraightforus.Myfirstarrowhitshischestandinexplicablyfallsaside.
"He’sgotsomekindofbodyarmor!"IshouttoPeeta.
Justintime,too,becauseCatoisuponus.Ibracemyself,butherocketsrightbetweenuswithnoattempttocheckhisspeed.Icantellfromhispanting,thesweatpouringoffhispurplishface,thathe’sbeenrunninghardalongtime.Nottowardus.Fromsomething.Butwhat?
Myeyesscanthewoodsjustintimetoseethefirstcreatureleapontotheplain.AsI’mturningaway,Iseeanotherhalfdozenjoinit.ThenIamstumblingblindlyafterCatowithnothoughtofanythingbuttosavemyself.
