-The Hunger Games- 1x1 .:Doll:.&ȶɦɛ ƈʀʏ օʄ ֆɨʟɛռƈɛ

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Calcifer looked at Skye as she seemed to grow tired as the seconds ticked on by, making him smile gently as he chuckled a bit. As she spoke, he nodded, giving a smile, but didn't speak since he saw that she was about to fall asleep anyway. He leaned back against the mattress just as he felt Skye lay her head on his chest, making him freeze for a few moments, blinking slowly.. But he soon smiled and wrapped his arms around her gently, closing his eyes while his hand stroked her hair. "Goodnight.." was all he murmured before he completely drifted off, knowing that Skye was safe in his arms.. For now at least.

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-Sorry for that last post xD I was literally half asleep typing that :/-

Skye woke up to her own bed, her eyes widened and she shot up. she began to panic when she realized, that if she was in her room... Calcifer was most likely in his. But she was still worried. Skye wasn't used to this... She wasn't used to having to care for someone else other than Aaron...
She sighed as she stood, putting on the clothes that lay there for her. She then walked out to the dining hall, everyone in the room staring at her, as if she had committed some enormous crime. She ignored the people around her and sat down, getting food and eating it until she had left with her stylist to get her outfit, nailsand makeup figured out for the interviews.
The stylist was obviously very curious to as what had happened last night. "Where did you go last night? Everyone had been panicking," the dark haired man with stunning bright blue eyes asked calmly. "I fell asleep on top of the roof," she said, leaving Calcifer out of it just so she wouldn't be questioned any more. But he still asked many questions...
After all of that, she had went to her mentor, who had been asking the same questions, and getting the same answers... he ended up being absolutely no help to her in the end.

She felt her heart hammering in her chest as she walked out onto that stage, and sat down in those luxurious chairs. She smiled wide to the crowd, giving them that smile she knew Calcifer would love so much. She seemed completely calm on the outside but on the inside she felt like she might throw up.
She never really ever got Stagefright but the thought of litterally everyone in all of Panem watching her every move. She kept calm though.
She looked at the green haired host, Caesar Flickerman. Remembering his Red, Purple and Blue hair in the past years... She seemed genuinely happy to be there, in the capitol...
Skye kept calm as she was asked many questions within her three minutes... "Thats a very lovely dress you have on, it reminds me so much of the ocean," Caesar complemented. "Thank you... would you like to see something?" Sky asked with that smile still on her face.
"Of course," the host said curiously. Skye stood up and spun around quickly many times in the dress, the dress turning into waves, it looking like nothing more than water at the tips of it, and then going back to normal as she stopped. The crowd cheered, and she sat down.
Caesar clapped, seeming amazed even though this idea wasn't new. The capitol citizens had seen this before, she had remembered seeing a dress on fire many many years ago... "Wow, That was amazing!" The Green-haired man said. "But, i have a very important question, i know everyone has been wanting to know since the training," He said and paused.
She knew what was coming... "What is going on with you and that boy from Seven?" He asked, the qway he had said the boy from seven making her a bit irritable. She sighed.

"All I can say about that is... We're very close," Skye said, her mentor having said not to tell anyone anything about them. "Ah-Huh, Im sure that you two are very close," The Caesar said jokingly, and then moved onto the next question that made Skye wish she had stayed on the last subject... "So, why do you want to win the hunger games? I mean, you're clearly determined, seeing as your score was a Ten... one of the highest out of them all," He asked.
"My brother... Aaron, I promised that I would see him again" She said seriously... "and ... My friend Marcus, who is to dumb to go on without me," she continues jokingly, knowing he would be watching. A few in the crowd laughed at her last comment. The timer then buzzed, coming to her rescue. She was then wished the best of luck and went back to where she was supposed to sit to watch the others interviews.

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Calcifer grumbled a complaint as sunlight suddenly illuminated the room, making him squeeze his eyes shut and bury his face into a pillow and pull the blanket farther over his head. He felt someone clap his back and he woke with a start, realizing that he was no longer on the roof with Skye. He leaped out of his bed quickly, startling his mentor who gave a startled cry. Calcifer gave a slight grin of apology, running his hand through his hair. The crimson haired woman, who was his mentor, arched a brow at him, crossing her arms over her chest. For a girl, his mentor was strong as hell.. She had the build of a man, sort of. She could easily get Calcifer into a headlock.. He was fond of her, like she was his older sister or something. "Where were you, big boy? Not slinkin' around with your girlfriend are you?" His mentor, Astrid, asked him in an oh-so-playful tone, making him scowl at her.
"None of your business.." He muttered in response, hearing Astrid snicker while she pet his arm. "Go eat and then you'll have to get your a** over to your stylist and get ready for the interviews." She smirked at him and strutted out of the room. A twenty seven year old woman acting like she was a teenager.. Odd. Calcifer rolled his eyes and snorted, pulling on a fresh pair of clothes before he walked out of his room to get a bite to eat. He was oblivious to his surroundings until he returned back to his room, where his stylist was sitting in a chair, motioning towards the outfit that was laid out for Calcifer. He took the clothes and went to get them on quickly.. It was simple, yet complex.. It was a more formal version of a common lumberjack's clothing - red checkered shirt with some pants to go along - but this outfit.. It was perfect for the interview. His stylist made it so that the shirt made his muscles stand out vividly, and whenever he'd flex in anyway, the shirt strained. His mentor came in and teased that Calcifer was going to stun the ladies during the interview and he rolled his eyes at her. Leave it to Astrid to make the comments...
After allowing his stylist to fix up his black locks of hair, Calcifer made his way to where the line was for the interview.. He watched Skye on the stage, and gave a smile. Once her interview was over, Calcifer leaned back in his seat, patiently waiting for his turn to get up there..
Soon it was announced that it was his turn, and he gave a sign as he rose to his feet. He saw that his mentor was smirking at him, giving a double thumbs up as he made his way up the stairs to the stage. He rolled his eyes at her, and before he got up onto the stage, he managed to get the best smile he could, straightening his back out and making himself appear much taller and broader than he was. The second that he stepped onto the stage, the crowd started to cheer, remembering that he was the biggest of all the other tributes, and they obviously knew something was going on with him and Skye.. He hoped they wouldn't get too nosy. After giving them a wave, he settled down in the chair, leaning back while a grin was painted across his jaw.
"Mister Calcifer! The tallest of all the other tributes! You do look as though you rival with an oak tree." Caesar grinned at him with a chuckle, and Calcifer smiled and chuckled as well. "I get that a lot. Can't really blame us District 7 boys." He said with a smile, making Caesar chuckle with approval. "So.. You and the girl from District 4.. Mind telling me a few things about that little bond the two of you seem to have?" Caesar asked as he leaned towards Calcifer a bit, making the boy blink. Calcifer thought for a moment, then grinned, leaning towards Caesar as well. "Do you have someone that is very close to you, sir?" He asked with a slight tilt of his head, and Caesar nodded slightly, though he didn't seem sure. "Yes, I may indeed have someone that close.. But I shan't let out a peep about that." The man said with a nod, and Calcifer smirked. "Then I shall not mention my closeness with her." He had a teasing glint in his eyes. Caesar blinked then grinned broadly, giving a laugh.
"I've seen that you are determined to win the Games.. Why is that so?" The typical question that Caesar asked all the tributes. Calcifer pondered for a few moments, tapping his fingers against the armrest of the chair before responding. "Well, if I don't come back to my mother and younger sister, there won't really be anyone to work to get the money we need to buy and trade. Ever since my father died, I was the one who cared for the whole family, so if I don't go back, there won't be another person who will look after them.. Besides, I'd like to see little Leah again." He responded with a smile, earning a few "d'awwws'' from the crowd, mainly from the people who had soft hearts. Caesar smiled, nodding. "You also scored a rare score of 12.. How was that managed? I heard that you threw an ax right at the Game-makers.. How did you manage to get an ax to get all the way up to them?" Caesar asked curiously with a wide grin. Calcifer looked to the crowd to see his mentor motioning with her arm for him to flex, grinning at him. "Oh, it was nothing difficult.. Especially not with these muscled limbs." Calcifer smirked as he tightened the muscles along his back, the shirt straining a bit, and it was clear to see the ridges where the different muscles met. Caesar stared at Calcifer, dumbfounded, looking back at the crowd. "I sure am glad that I'M not in the Games!" Caesar laughed, the crowd laughing along with him as well as he compared his bicep to Calcifer's. Soon the timer buzzed, and Caesar shook his hand while smiling, and Calcifer departed quickly. Once he was off the stage, his mentor was there to greet him, giving him a punch in the arm. "That's my boy! Now, we just gotta get you ready for the Games and it'll be action time! Remember by advice: stay the heck alive!" Astrid grinned, and Calcifer couldn't help but give a laugh. "Yeah.. The Games.." He murmured almost sadly, feeling sick to the gut again. He wished the Games could be delayed a bit longer, but that was impossible... Soon they would be sent into the arena after they were prepped up one last time.. And then, it was life or death.

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-Its fine, ima skip ahead till the next day, before the games... Im tied and i have NO idea how to reply other than this way xD-

Skye hadn't seen Calcifer since the interviews... She stood there, in the elevator, heading down all the floors with her stylist who was giving her tips on what to do. She nodded and listened, him saying the mentor had told him to tell her all of this.
She felt her heart hammering in her chest, she was shaking, she felt like she might pass out from the fear. Her stylist quickly saw this and frowned at her. "Its okay sweetheart, just let out a deep breath... Just breath deep and think about your brother, me and everyone else here rooting for you..." He said comfortingly. She let out a sigh, but tears catching it in her throat, she forced herself not to cry.
Skye looked at him and latched onto him into a tight hug. She felt his arms around her and looked up at him. "I...I cant- Im not going to-," she started, but it came out in short shaky breaths. He stopped her, and frowned "No... You Can, okay? You will win this... If I could bet... I would literally lay everything down that i own on your side... Thats how confident I am in you..." He said seriously.
Skye had stopped hugging him and looked at him, a wide smile on her lips... She felt tears forming at her eyes... She latched onto him into a hug, and whispered him a quiet thank you. The elevator stopped, and the doors opened in just that second.


She felt as if as soon as the elevator had stopped so had her heart... She walked out into the room with her stylist holding her hand... She looked at him, shaking again as he put the jacket around her. She was trembling. He then put a silver key around her neck, it was on a black rope and zipped up the jacket, hiding it from anyone's sight... He then smiled at her.
"You are allowed to take a token into the arena, I know you dont watch, so I know you would know this.... This will be your token... Keep it safe, its your brothers...." He said smiling at her. "How-" Skye started, but was cut off once again.
"It was in your jacket... When you first came here, the camera's caught your brother slip it in there and I saw it on the television that night..." he said and the heard the voice say they had to get into their elevator in ten seconds...
Skye started trembling all over again, as she hugged him goodbye and he kissed her forehead, he wished her luck as she got in. She felt her heart sink and panic set in as it rose up... She looked around, feeling only ice cold air around her, there was snow on the ground...
Oh no.... Skye thought as the game-makers counted down... She saw a plain area, but at the end a huge mass of water... and on the other side, far from her an enourmous wooded area. 50... 49... 48... She looked around at the others...
She looked at Calcifer, and felt the urge to run to him... 42... 41... 40... She then realized what she would do... Run and get two book bags, then head to the woods, she knew from her mentor to NOT go to the cornucopia... No matter what she saw...
Something at that moment caught her eye.... Knifes... Tons, probably around Twenty in just one clear bag...28...27...26...25...24... She wanted it... She could win with it... She knew she could to... nobody
would stand in her way then... If she just had those knifes...
18...17...16...15...14...13...12...11... She had her plan now... Get the knifes, one bag and run...as fast as she possibly could..... Far Far away from the water... And the centre.... 5...4...3... She felt her heart pounding as she got ready. ...2...

Skye then heard it... 1.... and sprinted toward the knifes, the girl from District one running that way as well... She grabbed a bag on her way there, but made it to the knifes too late... The girl from one ca,e running at her and so Skye bolted away, getting knifes thrown at her.
Skye was small, she was quick... but she was NOT good with hearing. So when she heard a knife zoom past her she ran as fast as she possibly could away and into the woods, but not without being stabbed in the shoulder. She et out a yell and pulled the knife out, but kept running.
She ran as fast as she could through the woods, her lungs burning for air as the icy cold, bone dry air hit her lungs... This made things worse for her... She couldn't run as much as usual and would have to stop and rest before she got too deep into the woods....
Skye stopped after around Thirty minutes of straight forward running and collapsed. She laid on the ice cold, not yet covered snowy ground.... She knew, if the weather didnt warm up soon, she would die within two nights...

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Calcifer's heart was hammering wildly in his chest, his eyes a bit wide as he stared at the elevator. He had a little issue with tight spaces.. Okay, he could be stuck between two trees with no space between them and he'll be fine, but if he's cooped up in something technological like an elevator, he was uneasy. He was just odd that way.. He paced around in the elevator while his stylist, who was also a girl that looked almost like Astrid, stood there patiently, arms crossed while she arched a brow at Calcifer. Calcifer frowned as he ran his hands through his hair, his thoughts all on the Games.. And Skye. He didn't see her once since the interviews.. His heart was aching savagely as he thought about her, wanting to be with her right now.. He prayed that he would be able to find her during the Games and protect her..
His stylist, Jacinda, rolled her eyes at him. "Lovesick boy.." She muttered, making Calcifer scowl at her. Once the elevator stopped, he strode out, plucking the jacket that he got from her. He then took the little pin, one that looked like an oak tree.. Sighing heavily, he ran a hand through his hair, looking down at his stylist. Jacinda was only five foot five, so he towered over her easily. "Okay, idiot, listen here.. Stay alive. If you fail, I swear, I will follow you to hell with Aniera and whoop that butt of yours. You. Will. Win. Got it?" Jacinda spoke to him in a stern tone, making him blink. He still nodded and sighed heavily. Jacinda frowned and placed a hand on his cheek. "Don't worry, hun.. Just find your girl, and protect her for as long as you can.. I can tell that you're completely infatuated with her.. But still, try to win please, and concentrate. You can win this Game." Jacinda then grinned a bit encouragingly, and Calcifer shook his head and he picked her up, making her squeak in fright as he gave her a bear-hug. "Thanks, Jace." He managed a smile as he hugged his stylist tightly before setting her down, and walkign to the elevator...

In seconds, he was up in the arena. The cold hit him at once, but he soon adjusted to the temperature with ease. Snow on the ground, water at the end of the plains.. He stared with wide-eyes around the arena, not expecting it to be so.. terrifying to him. But then he saw that a majority of it was forest terrain, and he let out a breath of relief. He knew the woods like the back of his hand.. No matter what woods, he still knew them well, in any season. He then registered the temperature, and remembered that Skye had said she was anemic... Oh no. Calcifer's blood ran cold as his worry grew for her. He managed to find her, and he looked at her, his eyes begging for her to find him once they were in the woods.
Twenty more seconds. He looked over at the backpack from his district, as well as the three axes that were there.. He would take all of them.. When he saw a leather belt that would hold axes, he smiled almost. Yes.. If only he could just get that..
One.

At the signal, Calcifer immediately bolted, moving surprisingly fast for a man his size. He shoved aside some of the tributes as he went to his bag, slinging it over his shoulder while plucking the leather belt from the ground, but he only managed to get two of the axes while one of them was taken by the other tributes.. Calcifer gave a gasp of alarm as a boy from District 5 came at him, swinging a sword. Calcifer dodged the boy and took out his ax, and swung. The ax hit the boy in the neck, and the boy fell down, dead instantly because of the impact on the spinal cord. Before he could even process what just happened, Calcifer ran through the woods, just as two arrows were shot at him: one arrow hit him in the calf, and the other hit him directly between the shoulder blades.
There was a cannon sounding. Two. Three..... Four.... And it ended there. Calcifer recognized the cannon as the signal for the tributes that have fallen already.. Calcifer panicked as he thought that Skye might have been one of them... He felt sick to his gut, seeing the blood from the District 5 boy on his hands, running down his ax down to his skin.. He killed a tribute.
He kept running, right until he found a nice ledge that he could hide in.. He dropped himself in there and sat down, panting heavily while he looked through his backpack.. A single blanket, a water container (empty), and.. matches? He blinked, then realized he may be able to make a smokeless fire if he found some wood without bark.. But he couldn't do that right now.. He had to find Skye... But where was she?
Grunting in slight pain, Calcifer yanked the arrow out of his calf and managed to pull it out of his back, and he soon was hissing in pain as he rested against the cool ledge.. Taking a few moments to breath and recall what happened in the past hour..

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Skye laid on the cold ground, unmoving as the snow landed on top of her. She heard a cannon and it made her sit up... More than one cannon had gone off at once, making her loose track of how many had gone off...She sighed, and sat up, her shoulder hurting, and bleeding rather badly...
She opened up the book bag to find a canteen, no water inside... She found a pack of dried fruit, tape, a lighter, a rope and a pair of sunglasses.
Skye sighed, frowning seeing as she had no blanket as well... But she knew that she might be able to stay warm if she kept moving, she stood, taping a part of her shirt she ripped on her shoulder to help stop the bleeding...
The only thing going through the tiny girls mind was Calcifer... She missed him, longed to be with him... As she kept on moving she noticed the birds...
And the weather... She noticed how much worse the wind was blowing as it got darker, she noticed how much colder it had gotten. She was determined to keep moving, afraid if she stopped and stayed there for the night she wouldn't wake up the next morning...
She wasn't going to eat unless she had to, and wasn't going to stop unless she had absolutely no choice... She was so cold... She felt light-headed, and felt like she should just sit down, and lay there for a while... But she knew better. She felt so cold that even her bones felt cold to her.
It was getting harder and harder to keep moving as it got colder. She was shaking, her lips a light shade of blue. She couldn't feel her fingers, of toes, and her eyes burned from the cold dry winter winds. She eventually fell down, and stayed there... She didn't want to move any more.
She didnt want to move again... Ever... She fell into a light sleep, to afraid to actually sleep. She heard people around an hour later, and jumped up, knowing the voice of the district one girl. She had knifes too... Skye had absolutely nothing...

The girl from district one chased after the small blonde girl, but caught up quickly, the rest of the careers there too. She smirked and beat Skye down onto the ground, when they decided that was enough, they pulled her up by the hair, the girl from one saying how the crowd needed a show...
Skye had forgotten how this was just a television show... And how her little brother was watching. She had just let the others attack her before... Allowed them too, not having any energy or motivation to stop them and fight back. Skye felt her heart sink as they brought up Calcifer.
"You know your little boyfriends dead by now right?" The girl from one lied teasingly, and cut down Skye's arm as another girl, a brown headed one held her still. Skye bit her bottom lip, not about to let them have the satisfaction of hearing her yell.
The girl from one frowned, a glare upon her face at no noise... She was wanting to attract Calcifer, so he would see Skye die, so she continued with the torture and cut Skye's mouth, dragging the knife from her chin all the way up to her nose.
Skye by this point was yelling. She struggled wildly, eventually breaking free and trying to run. "CALCIFER!!!" She screamed. She didn't want to believe he was dead. By this point Skye looked awful. Her mouth cut, her arm dripping blood all over the freshly laid snow and blood coming from her nose and forehead from the beating.
She wanted nothing more than to see Calcifer... Not because he would save her... But because she actually believed the wicked, twisted, sadistic, girl from district one.

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Calcifer, after regaining himself, prodded around under the ledge, and his hand soon broke through a haze of branches. A den. And it was empty, from what he saw. It can fit two people in it at most, but since he counts as a person and a half, only a smaller person would fit in there with him.. Letting out a breath, Calcifer put his backpack into the den, giving a hiss of pain as he forced himself to stand, his calf bleeding still and burning excruciatingly. He took out one of his axes, hobbled over to one of the oaks that was about twenty feet from the den, where he hacked a deep cut into the bark.. That way, he would be able to tell where the den was, since it was hidden by the stone ledge.
By the time he was done cutting into the wood, sweat was beading on his forehead as he drew in another breath, his back aching savagely where his shoulder blades met his spine, where an arrow had struck him. Calcifer knew he had to do something to treat his wounds.. But what could he find with this cold weather? The most he could do was use something to tie his wounds with.. Sighing, Calcifer sat back down at the mouth of the den, using the blade of his ax to cut a strip of cloth from his tank that was under his shirt and jacket, using that to patch up his calf.. His shoulder blades would be fine.. They stopped bleeding anyway, probably.
He frowned as he leaned against the stone, trying to relax while keeping himself alert, jumping each time he heard a rustle. In the distance he thought he'd heard the laughter of a group of tributes, the Careers, and he stiffened, hand grasping the hilt of his ax while the other one was hanging from the metal loop in his belt. It seemed that they weren't heading his way.. But he should still be cautious. Maybe he should distract them somehow? No.. He didn't have enough resources to do that.. And he was too tired..

Just as he was about to go into his den to rest, he heard it. A scream. And it wasn't just any scream.. That voice was calling his name.. His blood ran cold as he realized whose scream it was.. Skye's. The Careers were after Skye, not some other tribute! Calcifer leaped to his feet, causing some strain onto his calf, but he didn't care at all. He made sure his two axes were in his belt as he ran through the woods, following after the sound of her scream. He didn't call out though, not wanting to alert the Careers that he was coming. If they knew he was coming, that would make things much, much worse.
Despite the horrid pain in his knee, Calcifer ran along the forestry terrain with ease, pushing himself to move faster as he was desperate to get to Skye before she could get possibly killed. He soon located one of the Careers, a boy from District 2. The boy was smirking and running after a trail of blood, obviously looking to kill whoever's it was.. Calcifer had a strong feeling that it was Skye's blood that was staining the snow. Seeing that none of the other Career's were coming, Calcifer growled lowly and leaped out from the trees, slamming right into the District 2 boy. The boy yelped in surprise and before he could do anything else, Calcifer punched him right in the head, the impact causing the boy to black out. Growling lowly, Calcifer picked up the boy and flung him over to the trees like a sack of potatoes, then he followed the blood trail.
"Skye?" He called out softly, walking over the grass quietly, but quickly. As he heard the Careers laughter not far behind him, he pulled out an ax while following the blood trail, soon spotting a flash of blonde hair. "Skye!" He made his way over to her at once, eyes widening as he saw that the blood was coming from her indeed.. Once he got to her they would have to run quickly before the Careers came back..

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Skye laid on the cold ground, unmoving. She was laying in her own pool of blood, the amazingly white snow was now stained red by her blood. She heard her name being called. She also heard tue sounds of the careers laughing not far from where they were.
She felt numb... She took slow deep breaths as she heard footsteps and felt herself loose complete hope in her chances of winning the games. She then remembered her brother... She gasped for air as she pushed herself on her knees and pulled out her only knife. She turned quick and her eyes widened at what she saw. Calcifer... She did her best trying to actually stand.
"Calcifer..." she said, her voice sounded pitiful... Her throat hurt. She stumbled over to the one she loved so much... That perfect boy from district 7...
She latched onto him in a weak hug and hid her face in his shirt, feeling tears threatening to fall from her eyes... Her eyes watered as she looked up at him.
"They told me you were dead, I thought you were gone..." she said, her voice cracking as she spoke to him. She was trembling, staying close to him... Not only because she had thought he was dead, but because he was warm... And she wanted so much to be warm...

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Calcifer was horrified at the amount of blood that had surrounded Skye, and when he saw her immobile, fear struck him cold. Was she dead already? No.. She couldn't be! Calcifer frowned worriedly as he looked at the once beautiful snow that was now stained crimson... Anger flared inside Calcifer as he glared over his shoulder, in the direction of the Careers. He was going to kill them all in the most brutal way possible, even if it meant hacking off their limbs one by one..
He jumped when Skye suddenly moved, pulling out her knife and whirling around. He stood perfectly still as she looked at him, not wanting to startle her or anything. He couldn't describe the relief that had washed over him that second, seeing her stand and hearing her voice.. As she stumbled towards him, he stepped forward a bit, wrapping his arms around her in a tight hug as he held her, burying his face into her her hair for a few moments as he let out a relieved breath. "I'm okay.. Don't listen to those idiots.." Calcifer murmured to her softly, placing his hand onto her cheek, his thumb stroking the skin gently. He noticed her trembling and frowned, knowing that he needed to get her back to the den he found and get that blanket wrapped around her..
Calcifer looked over his shoulder as he heard the Careers coming closer.. They didn't see him or Skye yet, so he had plenty of time to get them both away. "Come on." Calcifer murmured as he whisked Skye up into his arms, making sure that he had a gentle, but firm grip on her, lightly getting away from the scene. He shuffled his feet through the snow to make it seem that he hadn't walked through it, glancing over his shoulder now and then as he made his way down the slight slope. He soon made it to the stone ledge that hid the den that was beneath it.. Calcifer then regained feeling in his calf and back and he winced, giving a grunt as he almost limped a bit to the mouth of the den. He set Skye down onto the ground and pulled his backpack out from the den.. First he wiped away the blood from her face, making sure he was gentle since he saw that she had taken a beating from the Careers.. He then opened his backpack and pulled out the blanket that was in there, unfolding it and wrapping it around Skye tightly before he got into the den, bringing her along with him. He held her in his arms as he swallowed thickly, ignoring the pain hissing in his calf as he looked at her. "You're not hurt anymore, are you?" He asked her with concern in his tone, his hand pushing a few strands of her blonde hair away from her face.

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-Sorry for this one 2 I'm having to do these from my iPod so they won't be as long-

Skye smiled at him faintly... "...Yea... That's it," she lied, not wanting him to worry anymore for her. She suddenly became worried when she saw him wince in pain as he walked towards the cave. "You're hurt..." she said, obviously very unhappy about finding this out.
She didn't realize how as she sat there, blood from her arm basically pooled at the ground once more. She didn't realize it, she felt numb, too cold to feel any real physical pain. She wasn't about to show him her arm... It was the worst of them all...
Skye frowned. "Show me where you're hurt," she said, feeling faintly dizzy. She ignored it though, thinking it was just from the cold and lack of food and water. She moved close to him, as close as possible and frowned.
She knew her brother was watching this... She knew she probably looked horrible, in her town they would have figured it was a boating or fishing accident... That she had been cut by the propellers when she fell in the water, or had gotten cut badly by a hook.
She then realized... In her bag was rope! She could make a net, and use that as a blanket... the blood from her arm was starting to go through and stain her jacket, thank god it was a black one... She covered this with the blanket, her shoulder and arm were things she didn't count as injuries, they were cuts... Stab wounds... It was fine in her mind.
It would heal... Right?.. If only she knew how horribly wrong she was about this...