the hunger games-饥饿游戏(英文版)-第48章
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at Catoˇs arm； but weakly； as if confused over whether itˇs more important to breathe or try and stem the gush of blood from the gaping hole a mutt left in his calf。
I aim one of my last two arrows at Catoˇs head； knowing itˇll have no effect on his trunk or limbs； which I can now see are clothed in a skintight； flesh…colored mesh。 Some high…grade body armor from the Capitol。 Was that what was in his pack at the feast？ Body armor to defend against my arrows？ Well； they neglected to send a face guard。
Cato just laughs。 ¨Shoot me and he goes down with me。〃
Heˇs right。 If I take him out and he falls to the mutts； Peeta is sure to die with him。 Weˇve reached a stalemate。 I canˇt shoot Cato without killing Peeta； too。 He canˇt kill Peeta without guaranteeing an arrow in his brain。 We stand like statues； both of us seeking an out。
My muscles are strained so tightly； they feel they might snap at any moment。 My teeth clenched to the breaking point。 The mutts go silent and the only thing I can hear is the blood pounding in my good ear。
Peetaˇs lips are turning blue。 If I donˇt do something quickly； heˇll die of asphyxiation and then Iˇll have lost him and Cato will probably use his body as a weapon against me。 In fact； Iˇm sure this is Catoˇs plan because while heˇs stopped laughing； his lips are set in a triumphant smile。
As if in a last…ditch effort； Peeta raises his fingers； dripping with blood from his leg； up to Catoˇs arm。 Instead of trying to wrestle his way free； his forefinger veers off and makes a deliberate X on the back of Catoˇs hand。 Cato realizes what it means exactly one second after I do。 I can tell by the way the smile drops from his lips。 But itˇs one second too late because； by that time； my arrow is piercing his hand。 He cries out and reflexively releases Peeta who slams back against him。 For a horrible moment； I think theyˇre both going over。 I dive forward just catching hold of Peeta as Cato loses his footing on the blood…slick horn and plummets to the ground。
We hear him hit； the air leaving his body on impact； and then the mutts attack him。 Peeta and I hold on to each other； waiting for the cannon； waiting for the petition to finish； waiting to be released。 But it doesnˇt happen。 Not yet。 Because this is the climax of the Hunger Games； and the audience expects a show。
I donˇt watch； but I can hear the snarls； the growls； the howls of pain from both human and beast as Cato takes on the mutt pack。 I canˇt understand how he can be surviving until I remember the body armor protecting him from ankle to neck and I realize what a long night this could be。 Cato must have a knife or sword or something； too； something he had hidden in his clothes； because on occasion thereˇs the death scream of a mutt or the sound of metal on metal as the blade collides with the golden horn。 The bat moves around the side of the Cornucopia； and I know Cato must be attempting the one maneuver that could save his life to make his way back around to the tail of the horn and rejoin us。 But in the end； despite his remarkable strength and skill； he is simply overpowered。
I donˇt know how long it has been； maybe an hour or so； when Cato hits the ground and we hear the mutts dragging him； dragging him back into the Cornucopia。 Now theyˇll finish him off； I think。 But thereˇs still no cannon。
Night falls and the anthem plays and thereˇs no picture of Cato in the sky； only the faint moans ing through the metal beneath us。 The icy air blowing across the plain reminds me that the Games are not over and may not be for who knows how long； and there is still no guarantee of victory。
I turn my attention to Peeta and discover his leg is bleeding as badly as ever。 All our supplies； our packs； remain down by the lake where we abandoned them when we fled from the mutts。 I have no bandage； nothing to staunch the flow of blood from his calf。 Although Iˇm shaking in the biting wind； I rip off my jacket； remove my shirt； and zip back into the jacket as swiftly as possible。 That brief exposure sets my teeth chattering beyond control。
Peetaˇs face is gray in the pale moonlight。 I make him lie down before I probe his wound。 Warm； slippery blood runs over my fingers。 A bandage will not be enough。 Iˇve seen my mother tie a tourniquet a handful of times and try to replicate it。 I cut free a sleeve from my shirt； wrap it twice around his leg just under his knee； and tie a half knot。 I donˇt have a stick； so I take my remaining arrow and insert it in the knot； twisting it as tightly as I dare。 Itˇs risky business Peeta may end up losing his leg but when I weigh this against him losing his life； what alternative do I have？ I bandage the wound in the rest of my shirt and lay down with him。
¨Donˇt go to sleep；〃 I tell him。 Iˇm not sure if this is exactly medical protocol； but Iˇm terrified that if he drifts off heˇll never wake again。
¨Are you cold？〃 he asks。 He unzips his jacket and I press against him as he fastens it around me。 Itˇs a bit warmer； sharing our body heat inside my double layer of jackets； but the night is young。 The temperature will continue to drop。
Even now I can feel the Cornucopia； which burned so when I first climbed it； slowly turning to ice。
¨Cato may win this thing yet；〃 I whisper to Peeta。
¨Donˇt you believe it；〃 he says； pulling up my hood； but heˇs shaking harder than I am。
The next hours are the worst in my life； which if you think about it； is saying something。 The cold would be torture enough； but the real nightmare is listening to Cato； moaning； begging； and finally just whimpering as the mutts work away at him。 After a very short time； I donˇt care who he is or what heˇs done； all I want is for his suffering to end。
¨Why donˇt they just kill him？〃 I ask Peeta。
¨You know why；〃 he says； and pulls me closer to him。
And I do。 No viewer could turn away from the show now。 From the Gamemakersˇ point of view； this is the final word in entertainment。
It goes on and on and on and eventually pletely consumes my mind； blocking out memories and hopes of tomorrow； erasing everything but the present； which I begin to believe will never change。 There will never be anything but cold and fear and the agonized sounds of the boy dying in the horn。
Peeta begins to doze off now； and each time he does； I find myself yelling his name louder and louder because if he goes and dies on me now； I know Iˇll go pletely insane。 Heˇs fighting it； probably more for me than for him； and itˇs hard because unconsciousness would be its own form of escape。 But the adrenaline pumping through my body would never allow me to follow him； so I canˇt let him go。 I just canˇt。
The only indication of the passage of time lies in the heavens； the subtle shift of the moon。 So Peeta begins pointing it out to me； insisting I acknowledge its progress and sometimes； for just a moment I feel a flicker of hope before the agony of the night engulfs me again。
Finally； I hear him whisper that the sun is rising。 I open my eyes and find the stars fading in the pale light of dawn。 I can see； too； how bloodless Peetaˇs face has bee。 How little time he has left。 And I know I have to get him back to the Capitol。
Still； no cannon has fired。 I press my good ear against the horn and can just make out Catoˇs voice。
¨I think heˇs closer now。 Katniss； can you shoot him？〃 Peeta asks。
If heˇs near the mouth； I may be able to take him out。 It would be an act of mercy at this point。
¨My last arrowˇs in your tourniquet；〃 I say。
¨Make it count；〃 says Peeta； unzipping his jacket； letting me loose。
So I free the arrow； tying the tourniquet back as tightly as my frozen fingers can manage。 I rub my hands together； trying to regain circulation。 When I crawl to the lip of the horn and hang over the edge； I feel Peetaˇs hands grip me for support。
It takes a few moments to find Cato in the dim light； in the blood。 Then the raw hunk of meat that used to be my enemy makes a sound； and I know where his mouth is。 And I think the word heˇs trying to say is please。
Pity； not vengeance； sends my arrow flying into his skull。 Peeta pulls me back up； bopty。
¨Did you get him？〃 he whispers。
The cannon fires in answer。
¨Then we won； Katniss；〃 he says hollowly。
¨Hurray for us；〃 I get out； but thereˇs no joy of victory in my voice。
A hole opens in the plain and as if on cue； the remaining mutts bound into it； disappearing as the earth closes above them。
We wait； for the hovercraft to take Catoˇs remains； for the trumpets of victory that should follow； but nothing happens。
¨Hey！〃 I shout into air。 ¨Whatˇs going on？〃 The only response is the chatter of waking birds。
¨Maybe itˇs the body。 Maybe we have to move away from it；〃 says Peeta。
I try to remember。 Do you have to distance yourself from the dead tribute on the final kill？ My brain is too muddled to be sure； but what else could be the reason for the delay？
¨Okay。 Think you could make it to the lake？〃 I ask。
¨Think I better try；〃 says Peeta。 We inch down to the tail of the horn and fall to the ground。 If the stiffness in my limbs is this bad； how can Peeta even move？ I rise first； swinging and bending my arms and legs until I think I can help him up。 Somehow； we make it back to the lake。 I scoop up a handful of the cold water for Peeta and bring a second to my lips。
A mockingjay gives the long； low whistle； and tears of relief fill my eyes as the hovercraft appears and takes Catoˇs body away。 Now they will take us。 Now we can go home。
But again thereˇs no response。
¨What are they waiting for？〃 says Peeta weakly。 Between the loss of the tourniquet and the effort it took to get to the lake； his wound has opened up again。
¨I donˇt know；〃 I say。 Whatever the holdup is； I canˇt watch him lose any more blood。 I get up to find a stick but almost immediately e across the arrow that bounced off Catoˇs body armor。 It will do as well as the other arrow。 As I stoop to pick it up； Claudius Templesmithˇs voice booms into the arena。 ¨Greetings to the final contestants of the Seventy…fourth Hunger Games。 The earlier revision has been revoked。 Closer examination of the rule book has disclosed that only one winner may be allowed；〃 he says。 ¨Good luck and m
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