Hunger Games 1

Chapter 34 New Rules (1)
The boy from District One died before he could get his spear out.I shot him in the throat with an arrow, and he fell to his knees with a plop, pulled the arrow out with the last of his strength, and then fell in a pool of blood.I hooked up the arrow again and kept moving left and right, while shouting at Lulu: "Is there anyone else? Is there anyone else?"

Lulu called out several times before I really heard it.Lulu lay huddled on her side, the spear lodged right in her crooked body, and I pushed the boy's body away, drew the knife and cut the net.Just looking at the wound, I know that her injury is beyond my ability to heal, maybe no one else can.The spear point and shaft had sunk deep into her belly.I squatted in front of her, helplessly watching the weapon pierced into her body, helpless.At this moment, it was meaningless to tell her that she was fine, and to say some comforting words, and she knew it in her heart.She held out her hand and I held it tightly, as if trying to grab her life.I feel like I am dying and not Lulu.

"You blew up all their supplies?" she said in a weak voice.

"Not at all," I said.

"You must win," she said.

"I will, now I'm going to win for both of us." I promised her.I heard the gunfire and looked up.It must have been played for the boys in District One.

"Don't go." Lulu grabbed my hand tightly.

"No, I'll just stay here," I said, moving closer to her, placing her head in my lap, and gently brushing her thick black hair behind her ears.

"Sing a song," she said, but I almost didn't understand. "Singing?" I thought, "Singing what?" I do know one or two songs, believe it or not, there used to be singing in my room before, and I helped my father compose the tune, and my father used his beautiful voice to drive me. , but since my father died I seldom sang it.Unless Prim sings a song when she's sick.Then I'll sing to Lulu this song she loved when she was a baby.

Sing, but my throat is tight, hoarse from smoke and weariness.But what if Prim asked me to sing?I mean, this was Lulu's last request after all, and I should at least try.I sang a plain lullaby, a ditty that lulls hungry and rowdy children to sleep.It seems to have come from a cold and distant world, wandering in our mountains long ago.The music teacher said that this song is in the style of a mountain village, and the lyrics are simple and simple, telling people that tomorrow will be better than the painful today.

I coughed lightly, suppressed the sadness in my heart, and sang.

In that distant pasture there was a crooked willow tree,

Beneath the willow tree is a soft, green grass like a pillow;
Lying gently on the pasture, closing your sleepy eyes;
When you open your eyes, the sun will rise.

It's safe and warm here,
The daisies here protect your home,
Here your dreams are sweet and come true tomorrow,

Here is my love for you.

Lulu closed her eyes, her chest moved only slightly.Tears come flooding down my cheeks, but I'm going to finish the song.

The distant pasture, hidden in the mountains,

There are dense branches and leaves, and a ray of moonlight,
Forget your sorrows, stay away from your troubles,
Tomorrow's dawn, you'll be free,
It's safe and warm here,
The daisies here protect your home,
The rest of the lyrics are barely audible.

Here your dreams are sweet and come true tomorrow,

Here is my love for you.

It was quiet all around, and then, the mockingjay imitated me and sang.

For a while, I sat there quietly, watching my tears drip down Lulu's face.The cannon fired for Lulu's funeral.I leaned over and kissed her temple lightly.Slowly, as if afraid to wake her up, I put her head on the ground and let go of her hand.

They need me to leave right away so they can clean up the body.I don't need to stay here anymore.I turned the boy from District [-] on his body face down, took his bag, and pulled out the arrow that killed him.I cut Lulu's knapsack from her back, knowing she wanted me to take it too, leaving the spear untouched in her belly.The weapon on the body will be taken by helicopter, and I can't get a spear, so get it out of the arena as soon as possible.

I couldn't help but look at Lulu again. She was curled up in the net like a young animal, making her even smaller.I couldn't bear to leave Lulu like this, she was hurt and looked so helpless.It wasn't enough to hate the boy in District [-] - even though he was vulnerable in death - I hated the Capitol and what it had done to us.

Gale's words echoed in my ears, his hatred of the Capitol was justified and could no longer be dismissed.Lulu's tragic death made me very angry, and I had to face up to the Capitol's brutality and injustice to us.But at this moment, even if I am slightly stronger than at home, I still feel that my strength is meager. I can't take revenge on the Capitol, can I?

Then I remembered what Peeta said to me on the top of the building, "Have faith and somehow tell the Capitol that they don't own me, that I'm not a pawn in their game." The first time I Understand the true meaning of his words.

I'm going to take action, right here, right now, to shame them, to hold them accountable for what they did, to show them that no matter what they force us to do, they can't really have us, that Lulu is not them A pawn in the game.Neither do I!
Not far from the woods, a cluster of wild flowers bloomed, the flowers were purple, white, and yellow. I picked a large bunch and came to Lulu.I carefully placed flowers one by one on her body, covered the ugly wounds, wreathed her face, and wove colorful waves in her hair.

They'll broadcast this.Or, they're broadcasting another scene now, and the audience will see her when the body is being transported, and they'll know I did it.I took a step back and took one last look at Lulu. She seemed to be lying on the grass and fell into a deep sleep.

"Goodbye, Lulu." I said softly.I put the three middle fingers of my left hand on my lips, and then stretched them in her direction.Then walk away in big strides, never looking back.

The birds stopped chirping, the mockingjays sounded the alarm in the woods, and the helicopter was about to appear.I don't know how they know, they must have heard a sound that humans can't capture, I stopped and looked ahead, not behind, and the birds started singing again, I knew Lulu had been transported away.

A mockingjay that looked like a nestling settled on a branch in front of me, singing Lulu's tune.My voice, the helicopter's voice, was too new for the bird to learn, but it learned Lulu's tune, the tune for Lulu's peace.

"It's all right," I murmured as I passed under the branch where the bird had fallen. "We don't need to worry about her anymore." All is well.

I didn't know where to go, the fleeting feeling of home with Lulu was gone, and I dragged myself aimlessly on vacant footsteps until the sun went down.I have no fear, not even alertness anymore.My hatred for competitors, especially pro players, is not lessened by my hatred for the Capitol.They should at least pay for Lulu’s death.

No one showed up, not many people left in total, and it was a big arena.Before long, they'll figure out another way to drive us together.Bloody enough for today, maybe I can sleep in peace.

I was about to take out my sleeping bag and settle down in a tree when a silver parachute floated down and landed in front of my eyes.This is a gift from a patron.But why now?Maybe Haymitch saw me upset and wanted to cheer me up, or maybe it was medicine for my ears?

I opened the box to find a small loaf of bread, not the Capitol's snowy white fluffy bread, but a brown croissant made from rough rations and sprinkled with nuts.I thought back to the various breads Peeta had talked about in the training center.This is bread from District [-], and I hold it carefully in my hand.How much will it cost to get this piece of bread for the people in District [-] who are hungry?How many days will they go without food or drink before they can save money to buy this loaf of bread?It was for Lulu, yes, but the gift wasn't cancelled, and Haymitch was authorized to give it to me when she passed away.as thanks?Or, like me, they don't want to be in debt?Anyway, this is the first time, the first time a gift has been given to a player from the outer zone.

I lifted my face, walked into the last rays of the setting sun, and said, "Thank you to the people of District Eleven." I want them to know that I know where this bread came from, and that I fully appreciate the value in this bread.

(End of this chapter)