Голодные игры
Chapter 25
Foxface!Andthere,theashenhairandhazeleyesoftheboyfromDistrict9whodiedaswestruggledforthebackpack!Andworstofall,thesmallestmutt,withdarkglossyfur,hugebrowneyesandacollarthatreads11inwovenstraw.Teethbaredinhatred.Rue.
"Whatisit,Katniss?"Peetashakesmyshoulder.
"It’sthem.It’sallofthem.Theothers.RueandFoxfaceand.alloftheothertributes,"Ichokeout.
IhearPeeta’sgaspofrecognition."Whatdidtheydotothem?Youdon’tthink.thosecouldbetheirrealeyes?"
Theireyesaretheleastofmyworries.Whatabouttheirbrains?Havetheybeengivenanyoftherealtributesmemories?Havetheybeenprogrammedtohateourfacesparticularlybecausewehavesurvivedandtheyweresocallouslymurdered?Andtheonesweactuallykilled.dotheybelievethey’reavengingtheirowndeaths?
BeforeIcangetthisout,themuttsbeginanewassaultonthehorn.They’vesplitintotwogroupsatthesidesofthehornandareusingthosepowerfulhindquarterstolaunchthemselvesatus.ApairofteethringtogetherjustinchesfrommyhandandthenIhearPeetacryout,feeltheyankonhisbody,theheavyweightofboyandmuttpullingmeovertheside.Ifnotforthegriponmyarm,he’dbeontheground,butasitis,ittakesallmystrengthtokeepusbothonthecurvedbackofthehorn.Andmoretributesarecoming.
"Killit,Peeta!Killit!"I’mshouting,andalthoughIcan’tquiteseewhat’shappening,Iknowhemusthavestabbedthethingbecausethepulllessens.
