Weaver of Shadows
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“What are we going to do when we get out of here?”
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He smiled.
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“Aaron. And I also hail from the capital. It’s nice to meet you, thank you for not trying to kill me.”
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“What makes it better for you?”
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“I love you too. This is better than any book.”
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“Mostly. You got it worse than I did.”
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“Any kind of fiction, really.”
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He looked at her, wincing as she took another step. “Here, let help you,” he said, putting her arm around his shoulders. He winced again as his stomach twinged in pain, though his clothing had mostly protected him.
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He shrugged.
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“I like to read.”
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He smiled weakly. She didn’t seem to bad. “We probably should.”
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“I do.”
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“It’s better than anything I could draw.”
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He did not grin back. “I should’ve killed you. But…I don’t think I can. Not now.” “It is.” He stopped for a moment, and grabbed the pack he had dropped earlier.
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“It did. Are you going to kill me now?”
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Aaron looked around, and, feeling guilty, grabbed an axe. He sprinted away as fast as he could. Somehow, he got an unrealistically far distance in a short time.
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It pulls him onto his stomach, dragging him towards him. “Greedy greedy, give it back.” @Lotus Blossom He dropped his weapon. “That’s all I have.”
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He began hacking at the tentacle, straining to get away.
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“What did they do to you?” Aaron whispered, trying to outrun the tentacles.
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Aaron pulled the girl to her feet. “We’ve got to go! Please don’t kill me.” He started running, pulling her along if he needed to. @Lotus Blossom
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Overcoming his initial fright, he walks slowly back towards the cornucopia. He sees a girl getting attacked by something. Warily, he drops his pack and dashes forward, making sure to stay out of any other tributes ways. He grabbed the nearest weapon and hacked at the tentacle along side the girl. @Lotus Blossom
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Aaron turned and ran the other way, out into some hills.
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Aaron dashes towards the cornucopia, searching for an axe and grabbing a small pack and a water bottle on the way.
