Hunger Games 1

Chapter 41
Patronized to see her, time was ticking, obviously I should be second to the table, anyone else would have taken my backpack and run away.Without hesitation, I stood up and rushed over.At this time, I could feel the danger approaching me. Fortunately, the first knife rushed from the right side of my body with a swishing sound. I heard the sound in my right ear, and I hurriedly dodged. The bow bar blocked the knife go out.I turned around, drew the bow fully, and aimed for Graf's heart.She sideways, dodging the fatal blow, the point of the arrow piercing her left upper arm.As luck would have it, she was still able to throw the knife with her right hand, but the arrow also slowed her attack, and she pulled it out to examine the wound.Still straight ahead I hit the second arrow as deftly as an old hunter.

I had run to the table, picked up the little orange bag, I put it on my arm, such a small bag can only be carried on the arm, I turned to shoot again, the second knife that flew hit me right On my forehead, the knife slipped and cut a big gash on my right brow bone. Blood flowed down my face, blocking my sight. There was a rusty taste of blood in my mouth.I staggered back a few steps, trying to shoot the arrow in that general direction, but I knew I couldn't hit it like this.That's when Graf slammed me onto my back and put his knee on my shoulders.

"It's finally here." I thought, for Prim's sake, I want it to come sooner.But Graf seemed to want to enjoy this moment, feeling that he still had time.No doubt, Cato was nearby, protecting her, and also guarding Thresh, and maybe Peeta.

"Where's your boyfriend, District [-]? Still hanging out, huh?" she asked.

OK, as long as we talk, I'll be alive. "He's over there, killing Cato," I yelled at her.Then I yelled as hard as I could, "Peeta!"

Graf shoved his fist into my mouth, and it was so effective that my voice couldn't come out.She looked left and right, and I knew for a split second that she thought I was telling the truth.Peeta doesn't show up, and she turns to me again.

"Lie," she grinned. "He's dying. Cato knows where he's been stabbed. Why don't you hide him in some tree and let him linger. What's in that pretty little bag? Here 'Lovely Boy' medicine, huh? Too bad he'll never get it."

Graf opened the jacket, and there was a row of knives inside. She took out a few curved and delicate knives, and said, "I promised Cato, if I catch you, I will let the audience keep their eyes open."

I struggled desperately to get rid of her, but to no avail, she was so heavy that she was firmly on top of me.

"Forget it, District [-], we're going to kill you, just like the little ally who killed you, what's her name, that person jumping back and forth on the tree? Lulu? Well, first kill Lu Lou, kill you again, and as for the 'cute boy', let nature take care of him. How does that look to you?" Graf asked, "Now, where do we start?"

She nonchalantly wiped the blood off my face with her sleeve, then looked at my face carefully, twisting it around like she was looking at a piece of wood to decide where to put the knife.I wanted to bite her hand, but she grabbed the hair on top of my head and pinned me to the ground. "I think..." a rough voice came out of her throat, "we'll start with your mouth." I clenched my teeth as she scratched my lips with the tip of the knife.

I refused to close my eyes, she said Lulu's tone made me angry and decided to die with dignity.As long as I can see, though it may not be long, to look her in the eye as a final sign of defiance, I will keep staring at her, I will not cry, I will show my indomitability.

"Yeah, I think your lips are useless too, want to blow your 'cute boy' one last kiss?" she asked.

I spit a mouthful of blood and saliva all over her face.She flushed with anger.

"Well then, let's get started."

I pulled myself together, ready for her to vent her anger on me, the point of her knife just touched my lips, a huge force knocked her body off me, and then I heard her scream.I was startled at first, unable to react to what was happening in front of me.Peeta came to my rescue?Tournament organizers unleash beasts to cheer the game up?Was it the elusive helicopter that caught her in the air?
I propped myself up on numb elbows, only to realize it was neither.Graf had one foot dangling in the air and Saresh's arms hugged her tightly.I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw Salish standing in front of me like an iron tower, and Graf was like a broken doll in Salish's arms.In my memory, he was very tall, but now he looks taller and taller than I remember him.If my guess is correct, he must have put on weight in the arena.He picked up Graf and threw her on the ground.

He growled loudly, and I took the opportunity to stand up quickly. I had never heard him speak loudly before.

"What did you do to the little girl? Did you kill her?"

Graf crawled backwards on all fours like a reptile, too frightened to call out Cato's name. "No! No! Not me!"

"You said her name, I heard you, did you kill her?" He became more and more angry, "You cut her like you cut this girl?"

"No! No!—" Graf saw that Salish was clutching a rock the size of a small bread, and screamed: "Cato! Cato!"

"Graf." I heard Cato's voice, judging from the voice, he was far away and couldn't help Graf.what is he doingScratching Foxface and Peeta?Still lying in ambush somewhere waiting to attack Saresh, but seriously misjudged the location.

The stone in Sareish's hand slammed into Graf's temple hard. There was no blood, but I saw the big hole in her head and I knew she was going to die.

Salish rushed to me again, raised the stone in his hand, it was useless to run, I had no arrows in my bow, the last arrow shot in the direction of Graf, Salish used his strange gold Brown eyes stare at me.

"What does she mean? Lulu is your ally?"

"I—I—we teamed up and blew up their supplies, and I tried to save her, but he got there first, the guy from District One," I said.

Maybe he knows that I saved Lulu, so he won't use the cruelest method to slowly kill me.

"You killed him?" he asked.

"Yes, I killed him and buried her among the flowers," I said, "and she fell asleep to my singing."

Tears welled up in my eyes, and the memory of Lulu occupied my heart at this time, diluting the tension caused by the fight just now.But I had a headache, fear of Thresh, and the moaning of a dying girl a few feet away.

"Sleeping?" Thrash said gruffly.

"Dead, I sang till she died," I said, "Your district...they gave me bread."

I raised my hand, not to get the arrow, I knew I was too late to get the arrow, I just wiped my nose.

"Hurry up, will you, Tharish?"

The conflict in Saresh's heart could be seen from his face. He put down the stone in his hand and said in a harsh tone that seemed to be reproachful: "Only this time, I let you go. For the sake of that girl, we are now even. You don't owe anyone, do you understand?"

I nodded, knowing what it meant.What is to know kindness and repay, what is to distinguish between love and hate.If Sarrish wins, he'll have to go back and face the District [-] crowd who broke the rules to thank me, while he's also breaking the rules to thank me.I understand that means now Saresh won't smash my skulls out.

"Graf!" Cato's voice was already very close, and he could tell from his painful tone that he had seen Graf on the ground.

"You'd better run, Flame Girl," Tharish said.

There is no need to say it a second time, I put my feet on the solid ground, and ran like flying, leaving Salish, Graf, and Cato in the distance behind.I ran all the way into the woods before I dared to turn around and take a look.Salish, with two large backpacks on his back, quickly disappeared into an unknown area I hadn't seen, and Cato knelt beside Graf, spear in hand, begging her not to leave him.After a while, he'll realize that it's no use doing this, that she's beyond help.I ran like hell through the woods, wiping the blood from my eyes like a wounded animal fleeing.A few minutes later I heard the cannon and knew that Graf was dead.Cato would track down one of us, or Tharish, or me.I was filled with fear, weak and shaking from the head injury.I hitched another arrow, but Cato threw the spear as far as I shot it.

One thing that comforts me is that Saresh is holding Cato's backpack, which has something Cato desperately needs.If I had to bet, I'd bet he'd go after Saresh, not me.But I didn't slow down when I reached the edge of the creek, I jumped into the water with my boots on, and made my way downstream with difficulty.I took off Lulu's socks, which were used as gloves, and put them on my forehead, trying to stop the bleeding, but the socks were soaked in blood within a few minutes.

I stumbled back to the cave and squeezed my way through a crack in the rock.In the dappled light of the hole, I removed the bag from my arm, slit the buckle, and dumped everything on the floor.A long, thin case holds hypodermic needles.Without hesitation, I stuck the needle into Peeta's arm and slowly pushed the medicine in.

I raised my hand to touch my head, and then my hand fell limply on my knee, covered with sticky blood.

The last thing I remember is a particularly beautiful silver-green moth landing on my wrist.

(End of this chapter)