Feel The Rhythm. (OPEN)

I watched the bird as it pecked at the dirt, prising a worm from the mud. It was oblivious to the fact that its end- was so very near. One pull of my bow and the bird would be dead- that’s all it took. All bigger, better game had run off when a large hover craft had passed overhead some time earlier- now all I could seem to find was a large pheasant. I watched as it threw its head back devouring the worm before it went back to pecking around its feet. I inhaled bringing the string of the bow, taut against my cheek- all it took, was one little move.

Suddenly, there was the sound of running feet- the bird looked up startled and flew off; causing me to curse. My dinner had just flown away. I felt the rage building inside me- I was furious at whatever dumb minded person was running this way. I hadn’t eaten anything all day and all I had left to eat was one strip of dry pork meat. Feeling my stomach rumble fuelled the rage even more so- I will slit the stupid moron’s throat! I thought to myself as I clambered over the log I had been hiding behind- the sound of running feet getting louder.

I stepped out in front of the said person, forgetting to bring my scarf up over my face. The traitor, was female. The girl’s hair was brown like fresh mud, and skin the colour of walnuts- a delicacy I enjoyed. She was certainly not a wanderer- she was far too skinny, far too boney to be one. She was a District girl- I thought to myself, my wrenched mouth smirked slightly. Her eyes were emerald green, she appeared to be from District 4- the tell-tale clue was the sun burn that had caught her shoulders. I then remembered that she had just scared off my dinner- and I scowled, my eyes narrowing into sharp glares. I could feel my scar turn red in anger as I drew my dagger from my belt.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” I hissed

The girl looked up at me startled; her storm green eyes full of fright an confusion- the clocks turning in her head beginning to work overtime. I examined her more closely, the anger inside still burnt brightly. She was a pretty thing- not that I have much use for pretty things. She seemed cautious- not because of me but of something else. I moved my gaze to the sky for a moment, hoping she had not lead that hover craft back this way. God help her if she did, I thought. The girl, from 4, was holding a bow. I almost smirked at the thought that a pretty little rich girl was hunting in the forests around her home and now she was pointing her weapon at me? How sweet.

“Running” the girl stated “And breaking the law, I suppose. What about you?”

Had she really just asked that, my mind spoke as the girl lowered her bow and glanced around before she turned fired it and took off! Arrogant little brat- I scowled, she hadn’t even let me give her a piece of my own mind. I muttered angrily to myself sliding my dagger back into my belt- turning to leave when the District girl returned with a bird. She then handed it to me, apologized without a second thought. I found myself gobsmacked, she didn’t even know who I was and she had given me her kill? I couldn’t complain really- I hadn’t eaten anything proper in a while so I was in need for something like this. I didn’t say thanks as I shoved the bird into my rucksack.

“What are you doing out here, princess?” I spat “Food not good enough for you in your cage of glory?”

I folded my arms, scowling at her. I didn’t like the girl. I didn’t like her one bit- then again I didn’t like anyone.