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Lucas still shook a bit, because the sickle still in the bushes. "I-I'm sorry. I seen the guy there, and I didn't know how else to get your attention without getting his, because he looked like a career... I'm sorry," he said sighing. He plucked a chord of grapes from the over-filled fruit basket, and handed them to the girl, his arm reaching through the leaves.
"My name is Lucas, what's yours?" he said, as he crawled out of the bushes, dragging both baskets out and pulling the sickle out and handing it to the girl.
"My name is Lucas, what's yours?" he said, as he crawled out of the bushes, dragging both baskets out and pulling the sickle out and handing it to the girl.
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Before he touched her sticksicle, she yanked it away from the large branch binding the sickle, gripping the branch as if it was gold. She awkwardly made a grab for the grapes, eating only one and placing the rest in her bag, in a first-act of caution. She doubted a juicy and small fruit could harbour much poison, but at least it quenched a tiny bit of the tugging of her thirst, in a first-act of cautiousness. She wouldn't say thanks until she found out they, in fact, weren't full of parasitic eggs. "Miriam." She murmured, staring at him with red, tired eyes.
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Silver looked at Zoraida. "But I was going to use a special knot and tie him to the tree and leave him to either die by thirst or the weather. It'll be fun for him to suffer." Silver grinned with her knife still at the boy's chest.
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Zoraida scoffed at the idea. "Listen to yourself, Silver, that's reckless and you know it. What will most likely happen is another tribute will find him, untie him, form an alliance, and kill us out of revenge. Revenge kills are the leading cause of death in most of the prior games; we are already a giant target for them, just by being careers. Cut off all loose ends." She emphasized every word within her last sentence, jaw tight; she was playing this game to win. Sure, she wanted to have fun with it along the way, but reckless entertainment is only future regrets in disguise.
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Zoraida dropped her kukuris. Grabbing the pickax with two hands, to ensure her swing wasn't reckless and result in Silver being injured, she raised it over her head staring at the teary eyed twelve year old. "I'm sorry for this, I hope you understand." Without blinking she then drove it down into the top of the young child's skull, it killing him instantly. Blood soon rolled out of the boy's ears and the corners of his mouth. In that moment, she wondered how many smiles he brought to others with that mouth. Blood stained Silver's face and the side of Zora's tan cheek. Tugging the pickax out of the lifeless, small carcass, Silver had already let it go, allowing it to thump into the snow. The canon rang out through the dead night as Abram's body hit the ground; reality sent a cold chill down her spine. The games had officially started for Zoraida. The only reason why she showed a rare moment of empathy was due to having promised him sooner a second chance. To see someone's eyes light up with hope momentarily tore at her, but she couldn't have let it interfered. All loose ends must be cut off. Taking her eyes off the boy she looked at Silver and nodded. "Let's leave him and the girl for the hovercraft. Search their bodys for any valuables and take their weapons back. Even if we don't need them, others may find them." Picking up her kukuris and taking the rope away from Silver, she reknotted her make shift sheath, putting away her kukuris, briefly putting down the dripping pickax in the snow. It stained the snow around it, ruining the scenery. Zoraida immediately wanted to leave; to get back to their original plans and forgo this detour. Regret gnawed at her, but she hid it well with a poker face and a stern jaw; for once in this whole day, she couldn't wait to sleep.
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Silver watched the violence and was spattered with blood, she looked at the little boy. His eyes had been so overwhelmed with the joy of a second chance, Silver found herself tearing up, thinking of a little scared child who thought they had another chance, brutally being beat to death. She had never seen anything so violent in her life, even after watching all The Hunger Games. Whenever Silver stabbed someone with her knife or shot them with an arrow, it was short and there wasn't too much blood. But this took it to a whole new level. Silver quietly picked up the items the children had including a bow and arrow. Silver shook as she had just witnessed Zoraida's true power. Silver was overwhelmed and scared half to death. The tears wouldn't stop dripping down her blood-stained face.
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Zoraida desperately wanted to hold her companion tight. She wanted to cry with her and tell her she's sorry for having made her witness that; but she couldn't. Her body was frozen in place as she saw Silver break, she herself was momentarily gone, as if watching over them all like the game makers were. Zoraida's throat had swelled up, as if she had an allergic reaction and couldn't swallow. The thing about Zoraida, is that she never was taught how to express feelings. In her house, the expression of feelings was a sign of weakness. A career must not cry, a career is strong. Whenever Zoraida would cry, her parent's would ignore her like paint on the walls. They would make servants serve her and tend to her needs most of the time, and when in need of comfort she was often left alone; being a single child didn't help her case at all. In a way that's why she was glad to be in the games. In the games, she had a place, a purpose. She had companions, even if they were forced to be hers. All Zoraida wanted to do is desperately protect them, she never wanted to hurt them and wanted for them all to make it to the end. Zoraida knew full well everyone's fate in the arena. But for the first time, as she looked at her companions looming over the bodies, they didn't appear as strong, scary competitors; they appeared as scared, delusional kids who weren't ready to be thrust out into the world. Feeling rushed back into her after a bit. Moving, she searched the bodies for her competitors. She had inflicted too much pain already onto them, so she wanted to take away as much pain from them as she could. Moving the supplies aside from both bodies, she grabbed their weapons and everything until she couldn't carry anymore. Each item she grabbed was a bit of pain she took away from them. Walking past her other careers, she left them all standing there as she headed back to the cornucopia, with silent tears dotting her hardened ebony eyes. I'm sorry, I truly am. I've failed you all already, haven't I?
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Silver looked at the boys lifeless body and how bloody it was. She wiped the blood off him. "I'm sorry this happened, I meant to give you another chance, I-I was going to try and tie and easy knot, I didn't want the people who cared about you have to watch you die. I'm sorry. Don't worry, we'll meet again probably soon, and I will try and make up for this. I'd love to be able to know you like your friends in district 8, maybe we'll become friends even." Silver was writing herself off. She then took the supplies Zoraida hadn't and walked back to th cornucopia with her, tears still running.
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Zoraida had walked slowly back. Each foot that sank in the snow, sank with her spirits. Eventually Silver caught up with her, them being the first back at the camp. They both staid silent for a bit, neither speaking due to tension in the air. Zoraida set down her pickax on the edge of the cornucopia, it staring at Silver as she disappeared inside. Organizing the newly added storage, she momentarily went to Silver and collected the rest before disappearing again. Silver sat by the fire, staring at it. Zoraida wanted to go comfort her, but for now she brought over a blanket they were lucky enough to have from the beginning still. Zoraida wrapped the blanket around Silvers shoulders comfortingly. Kneeling infront of her, she dabbed her hands lightly with snow and rubbed it over the areas still with blood on it; washing her skin of the blood, and her heart of the pain. "I'm sorry you had to see that." She said in a sullen tone, one that was a polarity towards her normal one. "I never wanted to hurt you or anyone." It was clear by the way she spoke, Zoraida made it seem as if she was a monster herself; she felt like it after the way the others looked at her, and the way she saw herself. Zoraida's face still held blood, it's almost as if she didn't want to rub it off her skin, due to believing she wasn't worthy to live without the pain. As Zoraida kept rubbing her companions skin and hair of blood, she avoided eye contact, already knowing the look Silver's held.
Silver quietly spoke, "Thanks." A tear fell on Zoraida's hand as she was cleaning th blood off of Silver. Silver thought of the other careers and how she must have seemed so weak to them. She scoffed, "I guess you know who I truly am, not some scary career, but a scared child who can't handle watching people die, something weird for a career, but it's not like I haven't seen helpless people die before these games." Silver took the knife out of her Pocket, which was the one she killed the little girl with it. "I am just so scared, and because of what I learned I think killing others is the only way to fend for myself, I mean I killed a little kid, I am a monster, Mags, Finnick, my family, they'll all be disappointed in me..... But after these games, I will at least get to see one person I care about."
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Zoraida sighed deeply, her chest hurting in the process. Being bold, she cupped Silver's cheek, rubbing her tears away with her thumb while looking her in the eyes. "You aren't weak Silver. We all have to become something we aren't at times to get by. Remember what I said about Gloss and Cashmere? We aren't all heartless monsters, we are all a victim of the times." She searched her eyes with worry, her eyebrows furrowed in concern. "Do you think i'm a monster, Silver?" her voice came out hushed, her breath lined with frost due to the wintery chill of their arena. " Her frame from behind was lit by the fire, her eyes glazed with a solemn, teary filament that would never break.
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Silver looked at Zoraida. "You did what you had to do to survive." Silver said looking at the ground. "This is the Capitol's payback, huh? Putting helpless children in an arena with trained and lethal fighters and thinking the "odds are in their favor", the Capitol plays favorites and they are just stupid and sick people who watch little kids die, for fun! And it happens over and over and over, 23 kids die, only 1 survives, why not 3, why not 4, just for the entertainment! Well I'm sick of it, and I don't want to live in this sick twisted world." Silver gripped her knife and pointed it in her own direction. "I just want to be home... And be able to see my sisters smiling face, and the shine in my mothers eyes, but I have to kill others to get there..."
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Zoraida grabbed her wrist that held the knife tightly, tight enough to make her drop the knife. The knife fell in between their frames and with the hand that previously held her face, it cut through the air; a slap rang out. "Silver, your stronger than holding this pity party. You have a family out there who needs you to be strong, a district to make proud and your mentors. Your father wouldn't have been pleased to see his strong girl become so hollow. Fight for them, Silver. The moment we give into our reality is the moment where we all lose, don't you see that? His death was necessary, and all the others were prior. They didn't have personal vendetta's. You should be weary, blubbering such fallacies out loud." Leaning into her ear, she whispered, breath hot on her skin. "If you want to change the times, you shouldn't speak so loud. The game makers will end you before you can even start. Don't you see? Don't let your emotions make you so reckless, Silver. Play these games smart."
"You're right I can't let these emotions take control of me,." Silver wiped her tears. "I have to at least try and win, besides the Capitol can get a little bit of entertainment." It was like Silver was a whole different person but Zoraida's words had made her feel different about things. She needed to win for them and they need her. "Say, let's rest and do some tribute hunting in the morning?" Silver grinned at Zoraida.
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Zoraida grinned and hugged her fellow career before standing up. "Indeed we will. Remember Silver, only kill when absolutely necessary. Don't drag their death on; make them as swift as possible." Looking over at the dead deer carcass and the rabbit, she looked over at Silver and chuckled. "How about we gut that thing before it attracts vultures and goes stale? Plus we need to keep our strength up." She noted as she bent down, handing Silver her knife. Zoraida grabbed some snow and quickly cleaned her hands and face in order to make sure it doesn't taint the meat. Going back inside the cornucopia, she grabbed a hand knife for herself to help and tossed Silver a canister of now melted, chilled water.
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Silver grabbed the water and took a few sips, it was refreshing. Silver then continued to gut the deer as she taught Zoraida how to do it but Zoraida was practicing it on the rabbit. "When do you think we should cook this?" Silver asked looking at Zoraida grossed out by the rabbit guts. Silver giggled a bit. "Tomorrow I will continue making the nets too."
