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out of all he might have chosen
from. to me, this is a sign of extreme arrogance. why bother
to carry food when you have such a bounty back at camp?
when you will kill your enemies so quickly you鈥檒l be home be-
fore you鈥檙e hungry? i can only hope the other careers traveled
so lightly when it came to food and now find themselves with
nothing.
speaking of which, my own supply is running low. i finish
off the loaf from district 11 and the last of the rabbit. how
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quickly the food disappears. all i have left are rue鈥檚 roots and
nuts, the boy鈥檚 dried fruit, and one strip of beef. now you have
to hunt, katniss, i tell myself.
i obediently consolidate the supplies i want into my pack.
after i climb down the tree, i conceal the boy鈥檚 knives and
spearheads in a pile of rocks so that no one else can use them.
i鈥檝e lost my bearings what with all the wandering around i did
yesterday evening, but i try and head back in the general di-
rection of the stream. i know i鈥檓 on course when i come
across rue鈥檚 third, unlit fire. shortly thereafter, i discover a
flock of grooslings perched in the trees and take out three be-
fore they know what hit them. i return to rue鈥檚 signal fire and
start it up, not caring about the excessive smoke. where are
you, cato? i think as i roast the birds and rue鈥檚 roots. i鈥檓 wait-
ing right here.
who knows where the careers are now? either too far to
reach me or too sure this is a trick or ... is it possible? too
scared of me? they know i have the bow and arrows, of
course, cato saw me take them from glimmer鈥檚 body, but have
they put two and two together yet? figured out i blew up the
supplies and killed their fellow career? possibly they think
thresh did this. wouldn鈥檛 he be more likely to revenge rue鈥檚
death than i would? being from the same district? not that he
ever took any interest in her.
and what about foxface? did she hang around to watch me
blow up the supplies? no. when i caught her laughing in the
ashes the next morning, it was as if someone had given her a
lovely surprise.
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i doubt they think peeta has lit this signal fire. cato鈥檚 sure
he鈥檚 as good as dead. i find myself wishing i could tell peeta
about the flowers i put on rue. that i now understand what
he was trying to say on the roof. perhaps if he wins the games,
he鈥檒l see me on victor鈥檚 night, when they replay the highlights
of the games on a screen over the stage where we did our in-
terviews. the winner sits in a place of honor on the platform,
surrounded by their support crew.
but i told rue i鈥檇 be there. for both of us. and somehow
that seems even more important than the vow i gave prim.
i really think i stand a chance of doing it now. winning. it鈥檚
not just having the arrows or outsmarting the careers a few
times, although those things help. something happened when
i was holding rue鈥檚 hand, watching the life drain out of her.
now i am determined to revenge her, to make her loss unfor-
gettable, and i can only do that by winning and thereby mak-
ing myself unforgettable.
i overcook the birds hoping someone will show up to shoot,
but no one does. maybe the other tributes are out there beat-
ing one another senseless. which would be fine, ever since the
bloodbath, i鈥檝e been featured on screens most than i care.
eventually, i wrap up my food and go back to the stream to
replenish my water and gather some. but the heaviness from
the morning drapes back over me and even though it鈥檚 only
early evening, i climb a tree and settle in for the night. my
brain begins to replay the events from yesterday. i keep see-
ing rue speared, my arrow piercing the boy鈥檚 neck. i don鈥檛
know why i should even care about the boy.
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then i realize . . . he was my first kill.
along with other statistics they report to help people place
their bets, every tribute has a list of kills. i guess technically
i鈥檇 get credited for glimmer and the girl from district 4, too,
for dumping that nest on them. but the boy from district 1
was the first person i knew would die because of my actions.
numerous animals have lost their lives at my hands, but only
one human. i hear gale saying, 鈥淗ow different can it be, real-
ly?鈥