"Isn't it lovely. All alone.
Heart made of glass. My mind of stone.
Tear me to pieces. Skin to bone."
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BOOK 1 - Indiana Summers is the niece to two Victors and the sweetheart of the Capitol but now she'd been dropped into the...
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Debris was scattered all around the Cornucopia. Any trees caught in the crossfire had been incinerated. Supplies were non-existent, destroyed by the landmines that had once seemed like such a clever idea. Cato's rage was apparent from the violent shaking of his body and the vice-like grip on his sword.
Storming up to Glimmer and District Three (both of whom looked rather dishevelled), he demanded to know what had happened and why they hadn't defended the supplies. Stuttering his way through an apology, Three didn't last very long before Cato gripped him in a headlock, hands on either side of his face. Wrenching the boy's head to the side, Cato only released the body after hearing a sickening crunch and the sound of a cannon.
"Please, Indie. Don't let him kill me. You saved my life, remember?" Glimmer pleaded but Indiana just stared blankly at the girl. "Where's Marvel?"
"Gone. He's dead. Maybe if you hadn't stayed here to flirt with Three, he'd still be alive." Indiana hissed venomously.
She didn't believe that – Marvel would've died either way because he chose to wander off – but somehow saying the harsh words dissipated some of the blistering anger swelling within her. It wasn't until Cato began stalking towards the terrified girl that Indiana acted in a way that she would later regret when the numbness faded.
"Indie, please. Stop him!"
Pulling out a knife from her belt, Indiana slashed Glimmer's throat with one quick, precise movement. Hot blood sprayed her face and stained her blond braids but she didn't so much as flinch. The cannon sounded, signalling the death of yet another tribute. Four tributes gone within the space of an hour. Four innocent lives gone within such a small space of time.
"Finally." Clove muttered under her breath before sharing a worried look with Cato over the mental state of their friend and ally.
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Stumbling their way through the forest, the three remaining Careers were crackling with energy, eager to hunt down the last few tributes left. There was now only seven tributes left standing. Indiana, Cato, Clove, the girl from Five, Thresh, Peeta and Katniss. Tensions were running high as the end of the Games drew closer.
"We need to take them out and then we should split up." Indiana said, eerily calm after the events of the day.
"Should we go after Eleven first? He's the biggest threat." Clove asked the sanest blond.
