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My
eyes
squint
as
they
try
to
penetrate
the
tree
next
to
me
,
but
I
ca
n't
make
out
Rue
.
Since
she
tipped
me
off
,
it
only
seems
fair
to
warn
her
.
Besides
,
if
I
'm
going
to
die
today
,
it
's
Rue
I
want
to
win
.
Even
if
it
means
a
little
extra
food
for
my
family
,
the
idea
of
Peeta
being
crowned
victor
is
unbearable
.
I
call
Rue
's
name
in
a
hushed
whisper
and
the
eyes
appear
,
wide
and
alert
,
at
once
.
She
points
up
to
the
nest
again
.
I
hold
up
my
knife
and
make
a
sawing
motion
.
She
nods
and
disappears
.
There
's
a
rustling
in
a
nearby
tree
.
Then
the
same
noise
again
a
bit
farther
off
.
I
realize
she
's
leaping
from
tree
to
tree
.
It
's
all
I
can
do
not
to
laugh
out
loud
.
Is
this
what
she
showed
the
Gamemakers
?
I
imagine
her
flying
around
the
training
equipment
never
touching
the
floor
.
She
should
have
gotten
at
least
a
ten
.
Rosy
streaks
are
breaking
through
in
the
east
.
I
ca
n't
afford
to
wait
any
longer
.
Compared
to
the
agony
of
last
night
's
climb
,
this
one
is
a
cinch
.
At
the
tree
limb
that
holds
the
nest
,
I
position
the
knife
in
the
groove
and
I
'm
about
to
draw
the
teeth
across
the
wood
when
I
see
something
moving
.
There
,
on
the
nest
.
The
bright
gold
gleam
of
a
tracker
jacker
lazily
making
its
way
across
the
papery
gray
surface
.
No
question
,
it
's
acting
a
little
subdued
,
but
the
wasp
is
up
and
moving
and
that
means
the
others
will
be
out
soon
as
well
.
Sweat
breaks
out
on
the
palms
of
my
hands
,
beading
up
through
the
ointment
,
and
I
do
my
best
to
pat
them
dry
on
my
shirt
.
If
I
do
n't
get
through
this
branch
in
a
matter
of
seconds
,
the
entire
swarm
could
emerge
and
attack
me
.
There
's
no
sense
in
putting
it
off
.
I
take
a
deep
breath
,
grip
the
knife
handle
and
bear
down
as
hard
as
I
can
.
Back
,
forth
,
back
,
forth
!
The
tracker
jackers
begin
to
buzz
and
I
hear
them
coming
out
.
Back
,
forth
,
back
,
forth
!
A
stabbing
pain
shoots
through
my
knee
and
I
know
one
has
found
me
and
the
others
will
be
honing
in
.
Back
,
forth
,
back
,
forth
.
And
just
as
the
knife
cuts
through
,
I
shove
the
end
of
the
branch
as
far
away
from
me
as
I
can
.
It
crashes
down
through
the
lower
branches
,
snagging
temporarily
on
a
few
but
then
twisting
free
until
it
smashes
with
a
thud
on
the
ground
.
The
nest
bursts
open
like
an
egg
,
and
a
furious
swarm
of
tracker
jackers
takes
to
the
air
.
I
feel
a
second
sting
on
the
cheek
,
a
third
on
my
neck
,
and
their
venom
almost
immediately
makes
me
woozy
.
I
cling
to
the
tree
with
one
arm
while
I
rip
the
barbed
stingers
out
of
my
flesh
.
Fortunately
,
only
these
three
tracker
jackers
had
identified
me
before
the
nest
went
down
.
The
rest
of
the
insects
have
targeted
their
enemies
on
the
ground
.
It
's
mayhem
.
The
Careers
have
woken
to
a
full-scale
tracker
jacker
attack
.
Peeta
and
a
few
others
have
the
sense
to
drop
everything
and
bolt
.
I
can
hear
cries
of
"
To
the
lake
!
To
the
lake
!
"
and
know
they
hope
to
evade
the
wasps
by
taking
to
the
water
.
It
must
be
close
if
they
think
they
can
outdistance
the
furious
insects
.
Glimmer
and
another
girl
,
the
one
from
District
4
,
are
not
so
lucky
.
They
receive
multiple
stings
before
they
're
even
out
of
my
view
.
Glimmer
appears
to
go
completely
mad
,
shrieking
and
trying
to
bat
the
wasps
off
with
her
bow
,
which
is
pointless
.
She
calls
to
the
others
for
help
but
,
of
course
,
no
one
returns
.
The
girl
from
District
4
staggers
out
of
sight
,
although
I
would
n't
bet
on
her
making
it
to
the
lake
.
I
watch
Glimmer
fall
,
twitch
hysterically
around
on
the
ground
for
a
few
minutes
,
and
then
go
still
.
The
nest
is
nothing
but
an
empty
shell
.
The
wasps
have
vanished
in
pursuit
of
the
others
.
I
do
n't
think
they
'll
return
,
but
I
do
n't
want
to
risk
it
.
I
scamper
down
the
tree
and
hit
the
ground
running
in
the
opposite
direction
of
the
lake
.
The
poison
from
the
stingers
makes
me
wobbly
,
but
I
find
my
way
back
to
my
own
little
pool
and
submerge
myself
in
the
water
,
just
in
case
any
wasps
are
still
on
my
trail
.
After
about
five
minutes
,
I
drag
myself
onto
the
rocks
.
People
have
not
exaggerated
the
effects
of
the
tracker
jacker
stings
.
Actually
,
the
one
on
my
knee
is
closer
to
an
orange
than
a
plum
in
size
.
A
foul-smelling
green
liquid
oozes
from
the
places
where
I
pulled
out
the
stingers
.
The
swelling
.
The
pain
.
The
ooze
.
Watching
Glimmer
twitching
to
death
on
the
ground
.
It
's
a
lot
to
handle
before
the
sun
has
even
cleared
the
horizon
.
I
do
n't
want
to
think
about
what
Glimmer
must
look
like
now
.
Her
body
disfigured
.
Her
swollen
fingers
stiffening
around
the
bow
.
