I brushed that thought aside and continued focusing on walking through the trees. Quite close by was the sound of another tributes footsteps, then I saw Mima. I grabbed Mary and pushed us behind a tree so that we wouldn't be seen. We watched Mima swinging her hammer from side to side in her left hand. This worried me that fact that she was quite clearly left-handed. My concerns were right as the hammer slipped from Mima's hand, bounced off a nearby rock and hit her smack in the face.
I turned to Mary who looked just as shocked as I did. We stood up and crouched by Mima to make sure she was dead. Judging by the gaping hole in her head, we were fairly confident she wasn't alive.
"Left handed, stupid face" Mary giggled.
I laughed. "Come on its getting dark now. Should we go back to the rockwall?"
"Hmm yeah I guess- wait do you hear that?" She said, tilting her head to the side.
I listened carefully and could hear the faint sounds of what I sounded like a horse running. The hoofs beating against the ground grew louder and I kept turning to see where it was when Mary screamed. When I turned back to her I saw that it wasn't a horse, but a unicorn. Whose horn had gone straight into Mary's back and through her chest. The blood dripped down her dark jumpsuit, and she fell to the ground as the unicorn pulled its horn out of her body. It then galloped away back through the trees. I rushed to Mary's side and she was searching through the pockets of her jumpsuit until she found a folded up piece of paper with PJ written on the front.
She managed to choke out. "Tell...P-PJ I love him"
I nodded, trying to stop tears from falling as her eyelids fluttered shut. I'm scrunched my eyes up and then stood up with the paper in one hand. I started to walk, turning the paper over debating on whether or not to open it. I slipped it into my pocket and decided that I wouldn't look at it. I couldn't do that to Mary, I knew that this was for PJ, and PJ alone to read. I didn't want to betray her after all she had done for me.
We all sat and stared at the TV. Me, Phil, Dan and PJ. I turned to PJ who couldn't take his eyes off the screen. By now Devon had walked away with tears in her eyes. But the camera remained on Mary's body. Blood pouring from her chest, staining her jumpsuit and the forest floor. PJ stood up and walked infront of Dan who was sitting in the armchair, trying not to look PJ in the eye. The room was silent until I whispered.
"PJ?" he ignored me and continued staring at Dan. "PJ?"
He suddenly grabbed Dan by the front of his shirt and threw him to the ground. He started to beat Dan with his fists, shouting at him that it was all Dan's fault.
"She's dead!" He yelled. "You did this!" He punched Dan in sync with every word he said.
"Stop it PJ! Stop it!" I screamed. But he just kept punching at Dan, his face, his chest, even kicked him a few times. Phil started to pull PJ off him and I rushed to Dan's side, helping him back onto the chair. Phil was struggling to hold onto PJ, who was kicking out and trying to get back to Dan. Then I said something to PJ that I regreted.
"What if Mary saw you right now?"
PJ stopped struggling and fell to his knees. For a moment he just stared at me before he lay down on his side and cried.