And that was the thing about her, she kept on surviving. With bullet holes in her lungs and knife marks etched in her back. She never let anything get in her way, resilient. A fighter, not by choice. But a warrior at heart.
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I stare up a Calyptus, shocked that she is here. Then she pulls me up, and I finally look down below me. Huge spike sticks out of the ground, and I am glad that she showed up when she did. That would be a painful way to go. Once back on solid ground, I sit down, trying to calm my racing heart. "How are you here?" ask after a few moments of silence.
She looks at me, and I see the sword is still at her side. "How am I here? How are you here?" she askes, "I saw you fall down that mountain. How are you alive."
I let out a breath and pull the quiver off of me, counting the arrows to make sure that I still have them all, "I honestly don't know." I tell her. "I landed in a pile of snow. I guess it somehow cushioned my fall." The question that I desperately want to ask never forms in my mouth. I can't bring myself to ask it.
"That's good!" She says excitedly, and then she notices something, "Where's Monty?"
My blood runs cold, and I fight back the tears, "He, uh, he didn't make it." I say barely above a whisper.
I lift my head up to look at Calyptus and see her lower her head as if she is sad, "I'm sorry." she finally says after a while. "I should have taken him with me. I should have done something, but he wouldn't move." She has tears in her eyes now.
I stand up and look at her, "You tried to get him to come with you?" I asked, hoping that she didn't just leave him to save herself. But if she did then, I can't really be mad with her about that because everyone wants to kill us, and only one gets out alive.
She nods her head as a tear falls down her head, "Yeah, I swear I did. But I didn't get much of a chance to get him because the tributes from 1 started chasing me, and as I was running for my life, I didn't see the anthem that night." She explained.
"Well, I got my revenge," I spoke coldly. "The girl from 2 and both from 4, they are dead."
She looks at me, shocked, "You took out three Careers by yourself?" She seemed like she was impressed.
I nod my head, "Were you following me?" I asked, drifting the conversation away from that day to when she just saved me.
"No, well, I mean not really." She pulled off her bag and handed me her bottle of water, "I just saw you as I was trying to find something to eat."
I smile at her as I take the bottle of water, "Well, you showed up just in time, a few seconds later, and I would be dead."
The calm feeling that was in the air from being with someone that didn't want to kill me was ruined. A cannon sounded through the air. Another was dead. I glance over at Calyptus, and we both share a worried look. We are in the final few, me and her and three others. Only five out of twenty-four of us remain. The odds of survival seem low at this point. The thought of freedom seems so far away.
