I never watch the Games, not unless I have to anyway. But this year’s different. This is the year Madge Undersee was Reaped.
I didn’t know what to expect from seeing her on screen. We never spoke much besides from when we were making trades, but I still felt an attachment to her. Like someone I had a grasp on but slipped through my fingers. So every night when the Games were on I paid careful attention.
I supposed she’d be weepy, gone on the first day, but that was wrong. Her and that Mellark kid lit up the entire opening ceremonies, and then again at the interviews. She was determined, her blue eyes sparkled with a fierce magic. Then the actual Game’s came around and I felt nervous for her.
She was innocent, kind, gentle. How anyone expected her to get home was a mystery to me. I honestly thought she’d be gone on the first day to the careers, but she wasn’t. She scored a 9 in the training and I wanted her to show us all what she could do, and thankfully, she did.
She ran from the bloodbath as fast as she could, managing to snag a pack near the edge. The Mellark kid joined the careers, crazy son of a bitch, but not Undersee. She kept to herself, rifling through her pack. She didn’t make any contact with the other tributes until about a week into the Games.
Crazy bitch from two chucked a knife at her but she rolled out of the way just in time. My stomach clenched and nearly broke Rory’s hand in the process, but Undersee whipped out this blow dart thing. Her aim was impeccable. Perfect, actually. The darts had a poison in them that took the girl out in minutes.
That was her thing. Aim. Undersee had spot on accuracy when it came to aiming that she could take anyone out in a matter of minutes. Nearly lost her life a few times, but she kept fighting. I wonder how she’d be with a bow. Maybe when she gets back I can teach her.