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This Fanfic is mainly based on the 74th Hunger Games. We're starting at the part when Katniss goes to the Cornucopia to get the bag that has Peeta's medicine in it, and we're making the events take a different turn. What if Thresh hadn't shown up to kill Clove and save Katniss? Our story will definitely make the games turn out differently, but we're not sure if it's going to affect the rest of the books yet. We might go that far, we might not. We don't know how many chapters there are going to be, but reviews will encourage us to keep writing! This is our first ever Fanfic, so we need all the advice we can get. As for POV's, it'll be mainly Katniss, but if we feel the need to give you someone else's perspective, we shall. Alright, enough blab, more writing. Enjoy this guys!
P.S. Who are the MockingJayzz? There's me, April and my awesome friend Donna. We just started writing Fanfic. We love The Hunger Games. We put 2 z's at the end of our username because MockingJayz was taken. We shall conquer.
Chapter One: Rescued
All of a sudden, the ground in front of the cornucopia splits open, and a round table with four backpacks enters the arena. Each bag has a district number on it, making it clear who it's for. As my eyes settle on the bag printed with a bold '12', I know for certain what it contains: Peeta's one and only chance to live. I hate myself for even thinking about staying in the cave. But that doesn't matter now. Luckily, I made the right choice.
My eyes scan the forest around the cornucopia, waiting for someone to jump out. But nobody does. Are we all waiting for each other? Maybe I should make a move now. Maybe that isn't a good idea – I know for sure that everyone is waiting with weapons at the ready.
I don't have to make the decision, because a figure jumps right out of the cornucopia, darts onto the table, snatches a bag and disappears into the forest. I don't need to look at which bag was taken – the red hair and the style of movement make it clear. Foxface. Gritting my teeth, I scold myself. Why didn't I think of hiding in the cornucopia? The perfection of her plan stuns me, and I momentarily lose concentration.
I blink and refocus. I have to get that medicine now! I jump out of the bush I'm hiding in and start running. Miraculously, I dodge two knives. It's not until the bag is safely in my grip that I hear a third whizzing towards me. I duck, but it's too late. The knife cuts me just above my right eyebrow, resulting in a gush of blood.
Still clutching onto the vital bag, I aim an arrow at Clove. As I release it, she dodges, escaping what would have been a fatal hit right in the chest. She runs towards me, and before I know it, she has me pinned to the ground, unable to move. My attempts at grabbing the knife beside me are useless.
'Where's your boyfriend, District 12? Is he still hanging on?' Clove asks, smiling down at me. It's a smile of pure mocking.
'He's out there now, hunting Cato. He'll be here soon," I pant. "Peeta!" I attempt a scream, trying to make my lie sound believable.
Clove sends her fist flying down onto my windpipe, so that I can no longer talk. She turns around, looking warily around us, but then laughs cruelly.
"Liar - he's as good as dead. Cato knows where he cut him. You've probably got him strapped up in some tree while you try to get his heart going. What's in the pretty little backpack? It's medicine for Lover Boy, isn't it? Too bad he'll never get it."
Clove opens up her jacket, revealing a large collection of knives. She chooses one that has a cruel, curved blade. I can't help but wince. I'm glad she doesn't notice.
"I promised Cato that if he let me have you, I'd give the audience a good show."
I start squirming under her, trying to push her off. My efforts are useless - she's simply too heavy, and the loss of blood has made me weaker than usual.
"Forget it, 12! We're going to kill you. Just like we did your pathetic little ally, the one that hopped in the trees. What was her name? Rue?"
I don't give her an answer.
"Well first Rue, now you, and I think we'll just let nature take care of Lover Boy. How does that sound?" Clove sits up, sneering at me. She harshly wipes the blood from my forehead and looks at my face carefully.
"I think we will start with your mouth," she grins, the prospect of my torture lighting up her eyes. "Yes, I don't think you'll have much use for those pretty little lips anymore. Except maybe you want to blow Lover Boy one last kiss?'
I flush with rage and spit a mouthful of blood and saliva onto her face. She doesn't react, of course. She knows I'll be dead soon enough.
"All right then. Let's get started." I feel the tip of her knife trace the outline of my lower lip. The pain is agonizing, and blood is rolling down my chin, but I don't scream. I will not scream. She can't have that satisfaction. I try to zone out of my current situation. Instead, I concentrate on Prim and Rue.
All of a sudden, Clove starts screaming, and I feel her let go of me. I look up to her in surprise, and she's staring at where her hand was, just seconds ago. My eyes follow her gaze and my stomach rolls with nausea at what I see. Clove's hand is twitching in the grass in a puddle of blood. Lying right next to it is a bloody axe.
'CATO!' I hear Clove scream, much louder than my earlier attempt at Peeta's name. I see something flash above my head, and slice its way through Clove's skull. Another axe, now lying in a pool of blood. A canon shoots and echoes throughout the arena.
Clove is dead. Her body is slumped onto mine and her blood has splattered all over my face. This I cannot handle. I started squirming under Clove, but her body is too heavy. I see an unexpected pair of hands push her off me.
I look up to see who's helping me. Foxface. I suddenly remember where I am and how much danger I'm in. She killed Clove – now it's my turn. Quickly, I pick up my bow, and get ready to fire. But Foxface just picks up the bag and thrusts it at me. She waves her hand frantically in the direction of the forest. It looks like she won't be killing me for now.
"CLOVE!" I hear Cato's roar from somewhere deep inside the forest.
"You better run, 12!" Foxface whispers urgently. When I don't move, she rolls her eyes and pushes me in the direction of the forest. "You better move or he'll kill you! Go and save your boyfriend."
Peeta! I turn around and despite the pain, I run in the direction of the cave. I can see Foxface running after me from the corner of my eye, but that doesn't matter now. Peeta is waiting for me. I push my injured body even harder.
When I reach the cave, Peeta is awake and angry. His expression turns to surprise when he sees Foxface enter the cave after me. He wants an explanation. But there's no time for that. I know I'm losing too much blood, and I need to save Peeta before I lose consciousness.
"Be quiet. Please. For one minute." I open the bag and take out a cardboard box. I rip it open, and then fumble with the plastic packaging of the needle inside. I feel it snatched away from me. Foxface rips apart the package, prepares the medicine and hands it to me.
I jab the needle into Peeta's arm, pushing on the syringe. When all the liquid is gone, I remove the needle and press my finger onto Peeta's arm. Foxface takes my hand away and replaces it with a cotton bud.
I'm alright with that. I know that if Foxface wanted me dead, she would have killed me at the cornucopia. I have a million questions for her. But I'm feeling dizzy, so they'll have to wait.
"Touch Peeta and I'll kill you." Those are the last words that slip out of my mouth before the world around me turns black.
And that's the end of Chapter One!
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