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The
bow
!
Somewhere
in
my
befuddled
mind
one
thought
connects
to
another
and
I
'm
on
my
feet
,
teetering
through
the
trees
back
to
Glimmer
.
The
bow
.
The
arrows
.
I
must
get
them
.
I
have
n't
heard
the
cannons
fire
yet
,
so
perhaps
Glimmer
is
in
some
sort
of
coma
,
her
heart
still
struggling
against
the
wasp
venom
.
But
once
it
stops
and
the
cannon
signals
her
death
,
a
hovercraft
will
move
in
and
retrieve
her
body
,
taking
the
only
bow
and
sheath
of
arrows
I
've
seen
out
of
the
Games
for
good
.
And
I
refuse
to
let
them
slip
through
my
fingers
again
!
I
reach
Glimmer
just
as
the
cannon
fires
.
The
tracker
jackers
have
vanished
.
This
girl
,
so
breathtakingly
beautiful
in
her
golden
dress
the
night
of
the
interviews
,
is
unrecognizable
.
Her
features
eradicated
,
her
limbs
three
times
their
normal
size
.
The
stinger
lumps
have
begun
to
explode
,
spewing
putrid
green
liquid
around
her
.
I
have
to
break
several
of
what
used
to
be
her
fingers
with
a
stone
to
free
the
bow
.
The
sheath
of
arrows
is
pinned
under
her
back
.
I
try
to
roll
over
her
body
by
pulling
on
one
arm
,
but
the
flesh
disintegrates
in
my
hands
and
I
fall
back
on
the
ground
.
Is
this
real
?
Or
have
the
hallucinations
begun
?
I
squeeze
my
eyes
tight
and
try
to
breathe
through
my
mouth
,
ordering
myself
not
to
become
sick
.
Breakfast
must
stay
down
,
it
might
be
days
before
I
can
hunt
again
.
A
second
cannon
fires
and
I
'm
guessing
the
girl
from
District
4
has
just
died
.
I
hear
the
birds
fall
silent
and
then
one
give
the
warning
call
,
which
means
a
hovercraft
is
about
to
appear
.
Confused
,
I
think
it
's
for
Glimmer
,
although
this
does
n't
quite
make
sense
because
I
'm
still
in
the
picture
,
still
fighting
for
the
arrows
.
I
lurch
back
onto
my
knees
and
the
trees
around
me
begin
to
spin
in
circles
.
In
the
middle
of
the
sky
,
I
spot
the
hovercraft
.
I
throw
myself
over
Glimmer
's
body
as
if
to
protect
it
but
then
I
see
the
girl
from
District
4
being
lifted
into
the
air
and
vanishing
.
"
Do
this
!
"
I
command
myself
.
Clenching
my
jaw
,
I
dig
my
hands
under
Glimmer
's
body
,
get
a
hold
on
what
must
be
her
rib
cage
,
and
force
her
onto
her
stomach
.
I
ca
n't
help
it
,
I
'm
hyperventilating
now
,
the
whole
thing
is
so
nightmarish
and
I
'm
losing
my
grasp
on
what
's
real
.
I
tug
on
the
silver
sheath
of
arrows
,
but
it
's
caught
on
something
,
her
shoulder
blade
,
something
,
and
finally
yank
it
free
.
I
've
just
encircled
the
sheath
with
my
arms
when
I
hear
the
footsteps
,
several
pairs
,
coming
through
the
underbrush
,
and
I
realize
the
Careers
have
come
back
.
They
've
come
back
to
kill
me
or
get
their
weapons
or
both
.
But
it
's
too
late
to
run
.
I
pull
a
slimy
arrow
from
the
sheath
and
try
to
position
it
on
the
bowstring
but
instead
of
one
string
I
see
three
and
the
stench
from
the
stings
is
so
repulsive
I
ca
n't
do
it
.
I
ca
n't
do
it
.
I
ca
n't
do
it
.
I
'm
helpless
as
the
first
hunter
crashes
through
the
trees
,
spear
lifted
,
poised
to
throw
.
The
shock
on
Peeta
's
face
makes
no
sense
to
me
.
I
wait
for
the
blow
.
Instead
his
arm
drops
to
his
side
.
"
What
are
you
still
doing
here
?
"
he
hisses
at
me
I
stare
uncomprehendingly
as
a
trickle
of
water
drips
off
a
sting
under
his
ear
.
His
whole
body
starts
sparkling
as
if
he
's
been
dipped
in
dew
.
"
Are
you
mad
?
"
He
's
prodding
me
with
the
shaft
of
the
spear
now
.
"
Get
up
!
Get
up
!
"
I
rise
,
but
he
's
still
pushing
at
me
.
What
?
What
is
going
on
?
He
shoves
me
away
from
him
hard
.
"
Run
!
"
he
screams
.
"
Run
!
"
Behind
him
,
Cato
slashes
his
way
through
the
brush
.
He
's
sparkling
wet
,
too
,
and
badly
stung
under
one
eye
.
I
catch
the
gleam
of
sunlight
on
his
sword
and
do
as
Peeta
says
.
Holding
tightly
to
my
bow
and
arrows
,
banging
into
trees
that
appear
out
of
nowhere
,
tripping
and
falling
as
I
try
to
keep
my
balance
.
Back
past
my
pool
and
into
unfamiliar
woods
.
The
world
begins
to
bend
in
alarming
ways
.
A
butterfly
balloons
to
the
size
of
a
house
then
shatters
into
a
million
stars
.
Trees
transform
to
blood
and
splash
down
over
my
boots
.
Ants
begin
to
crawl
out
of
the
blisters
on
my
hands
and
I
ca
n't
shake
them
free
.
They
're
climbing
up
my
arms
,
my
neck
.
Someone
's
screaming
,
a
long
high
pitched
scream
that
never
breaks
for
breath
.
I
have
a
vague
idea
it
might
be
me
.
I
trip
and
fall
into
a
small
pit
lined
with
tiny
orange
bubbles
that
hum
like
the
tracker
jacker
nest
.
Tucking
my
knees
up
to
my
chin
,
I
wait
for
death
.
