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The boy from District 1 dies before he can pull out the
spear. My arrow drives deeply into the center of his neck. He
falls to his knees and halves the brief remainder of his life by
yanking out the arrow and drowning in his own blood. I’m reloaded,
shifting my aim from side to side, while I shout at Rue,
“Are there more? Are there more?”
She has to say no several times before I hear it. Rue has
rolled to her side, her body curved in and around the spear. I
shove the boy away from her and pull out my knife, freeing
her from the net. One look at the wound and I know it’s far
beyond my capacity to heal, beyond anyone’s probably. The
spearhead is buried up to the shaft in her stomach. I crouch
before her, staring helplessly at the embedded weapon.
There’s no point in comforting words, in telling her she’ll be
all right. She’s no fool. Her hand reaches out and I clutch it like
a lifeline. As if it’s me who’s dying instead of Rue.
“You blew up the food?” she whispers.
“Every last bit,” I say.
“You have to win,” she says.
“I’m going to. Going to win for both of us now,” I promise. I
hear a cannon and look up. It must be for the boy from District
1.
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