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If I don’t get air soon, I’m going to start to throw
things again. I run down the hall to the door to the roof. It’s
not only unlocked but ajar. Perhaps someone forgot to close it,
but it doesn’t matter. The energy field enclosing the roof prevents
any desperate form of escape. And I’m not looking to escape,
only to fill my lungs with air. I want to see the sky and
the moon on the last night that no one will be hunting me.
The roof is not lit at night, but as soon as my bare feel reach
its tiled surface I see his silhouette1, black against the lights
going on down in the streets, music and singing and car horns,
none of which I could hear through the thick glass window
panels in my room. I could slip away now, without him noticing
And what difference does it make? Whether we speak or not?
My feet move soundlessly across the tiles. I’m only yard behind
him when I say, “You should be getting some sleep.” He starts
but doesn’t turn. I can see him give his head a slight shake.
“I didn’t want to miss the party. It’s for us, after all.”
I come up beside him and lean over the edge of the rail. The
their tiny figures in more detail. “Are they in costumes?”
“Who could tell?” Peeta answers. “With all the crazy clothes
they wear here. Couldn’t sleep, either?”
“Couldn’t turn my mind off,” I say.
“Thinking about your family?” he asks.
“No,” I admit a bit guiltily. “All I can do is wonder about
tomorrow. Which is pointless, of course.” In the light from
below, I can see his face now, the awkward way he holds
his bandaged hands. “I really am sorry about your hands.”
“It doesn’t matter, Katniss,” he says. “I’ve never been a
contender in these Games anyway.”
“That’s no way to be thinking,” I say.
“Why not? It’s true. My best hope is to not disgrace myself
and . . .” He hesitates.
“And what?” I say.
“I don’t know how to say it exactly. Only . . . I want to die as
myself. Does that make any sense?” he asks. I shake my head.
How could he die as anyone but himself? “I don’t want them to
change me in there. Turn me into some kind of monster that
I’m not.”
I bite my lip feeling inferior. While I’ve been ruminating6 on
the availability of trees, Peeta has been struggling with how to
maintain his identity. His purity of self. “Do you mean you
won’t kill anyone?” I ask.
“No, when the time comes, I’m sure I’ll kill just like everybody
else. I can’t go down without a fight. Only I keep wishing
I could think of a way to . . . to show the Capitol they don’t
own me. That I’m more than just a piece in their Games,” says
Peeta. “But you’re not,” I say. “None of us are. That’s how the
Games work.”
“Okay, but within that framework, there’s still you, there’s
still me,” he insists. “Don’t you see?”
“I do. I mean, what else am I allowed to care about at this
point?” he asks angrily. He’s locked those blue eyes on mine
now, demanding an answer.
I take a step back. “Care about what Haymitch said. About
staying alive.”
Peeta smiles at me, sad and mocking. “Okay. Thanks for the
tip, sweetheart.”
It’s like a slap in the face. His use of Haymitch’s patronizing
endearment8. “Look, if you want to spend the last hours of your
I want to spend mine in District Twelve.”
“Wouldn’t surprise me if you do,” says Peeta. “Give my
mother my best when you make it back, will you?”
“Count on it,” I say. Then I turn and leave the roof. I spend
the cutting remarks I will make to Peeta Mellark in the
is when he's faced with life and death. He'll probably turn into
one of those raging beast tributes, the kind who tries to eat
someone's heart after they've killed them. There was a guy
like that a few years ago from District 6 called Titus. He went
he'd killed before he ate them. There are no rules in the arena,
but cannibalism14 doesn't play well with the Capitol audience,
so they tried to head it off. There was some speculation15 that
engineered to ensure the victor was not a lunatic.
I don't see Peeta in the morning. Cinna comes to me before
dawn, gives me a simple shift to wear, and guides me to the
catacombs under the arena itself. A hovercraft appears out of
thin air, just like the one did in the woods the day I saw the
redheaded Avox girl captured, and a ladder drops down. I
place my hands and feet on the lower rungs and instantly it's
as if I'm frozen. Some sort of current glues me to the ladder
while I'm lifted safely inside.(我手脚刚搭上梯子,就觉得
全身像凝住了一样动弹不得,一种电流把我粘在梯子上)
I expect the ladder to release me then, but I'm still stuck
when a woman in a white coat approaches me carrying a
syringe. "This is just your tracker, Katniss. The stiller you
are, the more efficiently18 I can place it," she says.
Still? I'm a statue. But that doesn't prevent me from feeling
the sharp stab of pain as the needle inserts the metal tracking
device deep under the skin on the inside of my forearm.
patronizing v. 屈尊俯就(patronize的现在分词)
cannibalism n. 食人;嗜食同类;残忍的行为
avalanche vi. 崩塌
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1 silhouette | |
n.黑色半身侧面影,影子,轮廓;v.描绘成侧面影,照出影子来,仅仅显出轮廓 | |
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n.喧闹声,嘈杂声 | |
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4 stuffy | |
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5 squint | |
v. 使变斜视眼, 斜视, 眯眼看, 偏移, 窥视; n. 斜视, 斜孔小窗; adj. 斜视的, 斜的 | |
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6 ruminating | |
v.沉思( ruminate的现在分词 );反复考虑;反刍;倒嚼 | |
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7 offense | |
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8 endearment | |
n.表示亲爱的行为 | |
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9 arena | |
n.竞技场,运动场所;竞争场所,舞台 | |
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10 doze | |
v.打瞌睡;n.打盹,假寐 | |
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12 savage | |
adj.野蛮的;凶恶的,残暴的;n.未开化的人 | |
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adj. 震惊的,惊讶的 动词stun的过去式和过去分词 | |
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14 cannibalism | |
n.同类相食;吃人肉 | |
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17 dressing | |
n.(食物)调料;包扎伤口的用品,敷料 | |
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19 ruminate | |
v.反刍;沉思 | |
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