Burning Gold-COMPLETE-

Cyanna Harlech and Jax Parka. The winners of the 67th Hunger Games are back. This year, they are thrown back into the Games, not to fight victors, but to fight better and stronger fighters. The only thing is; this year, it is undecided if everyone shall live or perish in The Arena. (Sequel to The 67th Hunger Games)


5. 5

Of course this can't be happening... This is a dream! I think furiously. There is no way in a million years I'd be going back to a The Arena! Stafftip made it up, Biram made it up. Of course it's fake...

"Cyanna! Cyanna wait!" It's Jax, tugging on my jacket. I spin around and stop, close to the fences of District 4.

"What?" I pant.

"Stop. Stop."

I properly stop and look into her eyes.

"What?" I repeat.

"When we go back in The Games... Will we still be allies?" She asks softly.

"Yes Jax.."

"OK..." Jax hugs me tight and I hug her as well. What if we're not allies? What if we die. What if we can even see each other's faces?

"Jax, what if-" I stop myself and shake my head.

"Cyanna are you OK?" Jax asks wearily.

"Yes, I'm fine. Let's get back to Biram and Stafftip..." I mumble, and we both jog back to our mentors, without another word.

"Cyanna..." Begins Biram.

"No. Don't say anything." I try to say firmly, but my voice is still squeaky from the tears.

"What?" Asks Stafftip, "What do you want to say?"

I take a deep breath. I need to say what I think. And release the truth. No more lying about who I am.

"This is unfair. Can't you see, my mother and sister can't afford food! I have to hunt! Everyday! Without me, they'll DIE! Like Jax... She has her brothers and sisters to look after, and feed when her parents aren't around! Does it look like we can always go in The Hunger Games? No! We have our own family and life... The Capitol can't control us!" I try hard not to yell.

"Well..." Squeaks Biram.

"Cyanna... Jax... We'll see you tomorrow. When you have a better attitude towards us. We save you from no dying. We bring the sponsors. Meet early right here in the morning. Off you go," Stafftip says firmly, and I grit my teeth, walking off into a random direction not sure where to go.

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