[She remembers the very first time Clove threw a knife in her direction. She had been lucky then, the orange background with the odd mix of supplies thick enough to act as a shield. Instead of killing her like the girl had intended, it had provided Katniss with her first useful weapon in the arena. A weapon that wound up becoming a lifesaver when she used it to drop the tracker jacker nest on top of the Careers that had cornered her in the tree.
But she had been afraid then, so afraid that the girl's aim would have been just a little better. Would've gotten her in the neck or the face and that would have been the end of it. The girl who was on fire, the tribute who had gotten the impressive score of eleven, dead within the first few seconds of the Games.
This time, when the knife flies in her direction, there is no fear. Katniss remains perfectly still. She doesn't once think for a moment that Clove will miss. The girl is too good. But what she doesn't expect is for the blade to bury itself in the damp grass at her feet. It's almost as if she's mimicking Katniss' actions with the arrow. Not aiming to kill, only to frighten.
It's too bad, she thinks for a moment. It would've been so easy. Peeta's not here anymore to interfere. He's not here to stick his hand in her mouth and cause her to bite on flesh rather than the oh-so-desired nightlock tablet. Clove's knives could finally find their target, the target that Thresh had denied them so long ago.
Katniss wipes at the tears now falling from her eyes. She's not afraid, not even with the intimidating look on the girl's face. It's a look that means business. Clove can kill her easily, oh so easily. And yet, Katniss is still unafraid. She wipes at her face again, now pushing wet bangs out of her eyes. Why didn't she aim higher? Why?
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But she had been afraid then, so afraid that the girl's aim would have been just a little better. Would've gotten her in the neck or the face and that would have been the end of it. The girl who was on fire, the tribute who had gotten the impressive score of eleven, dead within the first few seconds of the Games.
This time, when the knife flies in her direction, there is no fear. Katniss remains perfectly still. She doesn't once think for a moment that Clove will miss. The girl is too good. But what she doesn't expect is for the blade to bury itself in the damp grass at her feet. It's almost as if she's mimicking Katniss' actions with the arrow. Not aiming to kill, only to frighten.
It's too bad, she thinks for a moment. It would've been so easy. Peeta's not here anymore to interfere. He's not here to stick his hand in her mouth and cause her to bite on flesh rather than the oh-so-desired nightlock tablet. Clove's knives could finally find their target, the target that Thresh had denied them so long ago.
Katniss wipes at the tears now falling from her eyes. She's not afraid, not even with the intimidating look on the girl's face. It's a look that means business. Clove can kill her easily, oh so easily. And yet, Katniss is still unafraid. She wipes at her face again, now pushing wet bangs out of her eyes. Why didn't she aim higher? Why?
She shakes her head. She doesn't understand.]
Why? You could've killed me just now.