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“No, my friend Gale. Suddenly all the birds stopped singing
at once. Except one. As if it were giving a warning call. And
then we saw her. I’m sure it was the same girl. A boy was with
her. Their clothes were tattered. They had dark circles under
their eyes from no sleep. They were running as if their lives
depended on it,” I say.
For a moment I’m silent, as I remember how the sight of
this strange pair, clearly not from District 12, fleeing through
the woods immobilized us. Later, we wondered if we could
have helped them escape. Perhaps we might have. Concealed
them. If we’d moved quickly. Gale and I were taken by surprise,
yes, but we’re both hunters. We know how animals look
at bay. We knew the pair was in trouble as soon as we saw
them. But we only watched.
“The hovercraft appeared out of nowhere,” I continue to
Peeta. “I mean, one moment the sky was empty and the next it
was there. It didn’t make a sound, but they saw it. A net
dropped down on the girl and carried her up, fast, so fast like
the elevator. They shot some sort of spear through the boy. It
was attached to a cable and they hauled him up as well. But
I’m certain he was dead. We heard the girl scream once. The
boy’s name, I think. Then it was gone, the hovercraft. Vanished
into thin air. And the birds began to sing again, as if nothing
had happened.”
“Did they see you?” Peeta asked.
“I don’t know. We were under a shelf of rock,” I reply.
But I do know. There was a moment, after the birdcall, but
before the hovercraft, where the girl had seen us. She’d locked
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