the hunger games-飢餓遊戲(英文版)

第43部分 (第4/7頁)

an；　in　fact；　climb。　But　now；　even　though　the　mutt　has　begun　to　slide　backward；　unable　to　find　any　purchase　on　the　metal；　even　though　I　can　hear　the　slow　screeching　of　the　claws　like　nails　on　a　blackboard；　I　fire　into　its　throat。　Its　body　twitches　and　flops　onto　the　ground　with　a　thud。

¨Katniss？〃　I　can　feel　Peetaˇs　grip　on　my　arm。

¨Itˇs　her！〃　I　get　out。

¨Who？〃　asks　Peeta。

My　head　snaps　from　side　to　side　as　I　examine　the　pack；　taking　in　the　various　sizes　and　colors。　The　small　one　with　the　red　coat　and　amber　eyes　。　。　。　Foxface！　And　there；　the　ashen　hair　and　hazel　eyes　of　the　boy　from　District　9　who　died　as　we　struggled　for　the　backpack！　And　worst　of　all；　the　smallest　mutt；　with　dark　glossy　fur；　huge　brown　eyes　and　a　collar　that　reads　11　in　woven　straw。　Teeth　bared　in　hatred。　Rue　。　。　。

¨What　is　it；　Katniss？〃　Peeta　shakes　my　shoulder。

¨Itˇs　them。　Itˇs　all　of　them。　The　others。　Rue　and　Foxface　and　。　。　。　all　of　the　other　tributes；〃　I　choke　out。

I　hear　Peetaˇs　gasp　of　recognition。　¨What　did　they　do　to　them？　You　donˇt　think　。　。　。　those　could　be　their　real　eyes？〃

Their　eyes　are　the　least　of　my　worries。　What　about　their　brains？　Have　they　been　given　any　of　the　real　tributes　memories？　Have　they　been　programmed　to　hate　our　faces　particularly　because　we　have　survived　and　they　were　so　callously　murdered？　And　the　ones　we　actually　killed　。　。　。　do　they　believe　theyˇre　avenging　their　own　deaths？

Before　I　can　get　this　out；　the　mutts　begin　a　new　assault　on　the　horn。　Theyˇve　split　into　two　groups　at　the　sides　of　the　horn　and　are　using　those　powerful　hindquarters　to　launch　themselves　at　us。　A　pair　of　teeth　ring　together　just　inches　from　my　hand　and　then　I　hear　Peeta　cry　out；　feel　the　yank　on　his　body；　the　heavy　weight　of　boy　and　mut