19. The Devil's greasing up his hands
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Theon Greyjoy (age 17), District 5
Day 1
I run away from the Bloodbath with only a sleeping bag and a sword--no bows, which makes my stomach clench; no long range weapons. It won't be enough to survive on, not in the raw cold like this. And no food...as if on que, my stomach rumbles. The cereal I ate earlier makes me feel sick. The worst thing about it? Sansa's not with me.
Oh Gods--if she's not okay, Robb will never forgive me.. My stomach twists even more as I stagger forward. The ground is hard and frozen, and it's difficult to walk.
Suddenly I hear a noise. It sounds like half gargle, half growl. The hairs on the back of my neck stand up and I whirl around. Nothing's there. Of course. Just my luck. I sigh a little, my hand still gripping the sword.
The weird noise comes again. It's closer this time. Suddenly it seems colder altogether. The thing--whatever the fuck is making the noise--seems big, and I know it's going to hurt me if it can.
I don't think I can fight it, whatever it is. Not with just a sword (and a sleeping bag). So I do the only thing I actually can do: I turn around and run in the opposite direction.
The ground's hard to run on, like I said before--the thing chases me. I stumble and scrape my hands twice, but I get back up. I have to. The thing's coming--it-it's going to kill me!
...and then I run face first into someone else. We both fall backwards.
I lay there on the ground for awhile. It's cold. The sky is grey again...
"Whoa. Wait. Back the fuck up." a familiar face appears above me in my line of vision. "Greyjoy? You're alive?"
I smile and slowly sit up, rubbing the back of my head. "Hey, Ramsay. Glad to see you're okay."
"Glad my ass." he says shortly. "What are you doing? Did you run?"
I silently hold up my sword and my sleeping bag. "I didn't leave empty handed."
"I see that." he crouches next to me. "I got two knives and a backpack. I haven't checked to see what was in it yet though. Hopefully food. I'm fucking starving."
I snort. But I think I hear something behind me so I glance nervously back into the thick trees. Nothing still.
"So what the fuck were you running like a maniac from, Greyjoy?" Ramsay asks.
"I... don't know." I say kind of lamely. He claps me on the shoulder.
"Wow. I'm shaking in my boots. No really, I am." He deadpans.
"I think it was a mutt," I add. "It was chasing me. I just didn't see what it was."
"Uh huh, seems legit." Ramsay says. He takes out his knife and toys with it. "What would you say to me just killing you now?"
My eyes widen. "You-you wouldn't."
"You doubt me? Oh, you're cute, kid. You know how many people I killed just minutes ago?" he leans close to me, his breath hot and uncomfortable on my face. "Three. I wish I could've killed more." I flinch and he grins. "I could just kill you now..."
The edge of his grooved knife trails almost gently down my cheek and I grit my teeth.
He's going to do it. It doesn't matter about in the Capitol--this is the Games now and he's going to kill me. When he does, he'll like it.
Suddenly the mutt that was chasing me lunges out of the woods and at Ramsay. He shrieks and stumbles backwards, and I fall with him, scrambling back on my hands and knees. The mutt--a gigantic wolf mutt with cruel red eyes--snarls at us.
Before I can tell him not to, Ramsay jumps on it and stabs it in the back. It tries to bite him. I decide I have nothing to lose so with him stabbing the thing, I get close enough to cut off the fucker's head.
Ramsay rolls off the dead wolf, panting. "You just killed that thing."
"Do you want me to apologize?" I retort.
"Yeah, and me be dead? No. I'm not stupid." Slowly, he stand up. Surprisingly there's not a lot of blood on him. "You've proven yourself to not be so much of a pussy."
"I'm not a pussy." I say hotly, and cross my arms.
"Whatever. I guess it's only fair... temporary allies?" he looks at me coolly, expressionless.
"I'm not sure I trust you." I say.
"You have no food, Greyjoy." He smirks. "You're not gonna get that far."
I know I don't have a choice. "...all right. But temporary."
"Agreed." He sticks out his hand to shake. I reluctantly do.
Well, at least I have an ally... But it's certainly not Sansa. I hope she's still alive. I guess I'll have to wait until tonight when they list the dead.
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