"You better run," Hercules yelled. "Better yet, why don't you just come on back and get it over with. We're gonna get you eventually and it's gonna be worse,"
"Run girl, run," Luxor kept shouting. He struggled to drown out the calls for mercy from the wounded girl on the ground at his feet.
"Both of you shut the hell up," Athena yelled at them. She struggled to finish tying up the wounded girl from district five. Luxor, just give me a hand with her. This was your freaking idea anyway."
"I think we caught the wrong one, that girl from nine is the feisty one. This one I think is going to die way too fast," Luxor commented as he bent down to help finish tying the screaming girl from district five up.
"You can stop yelling anytime now," Athena bent over to tell the screaming girl face to face, "it won't do any good. Save your strength, you're going to need it." Athena stood up in the soft sand of the beach and looked out into the open ocean before turning to scan the dunes for an appropriate spot to complete their plan.
"Remember, we need her still alive and kicking," Luxor ordered to Hercules.
"Don't worry," He replied with a smile, "she'll still be useful, but I don't think she'll be able to kick."
The girl from five screamed and began to thrash about in her bonds. The high pitch of her pleas for mercy and the tears of horror did little to persuade her captives as they circled around her. The smug looks that graced their faces hid the true horror of their intentions for her.
Luxor and Athena took one last glance at the girl before turning and walking towards the grass covered dunes. Their sandals sunk into the soft white sand as they tried to negotiate the uneven surface. The breeze blew soft off the ocean and was a welcome comfort in the heat of the desert island.
Suddenly, Athena stopped dead in her tracks and turned to Hercules. "Remember, alive and kicking. We don't need her comatose, so hold back a little." Her tones soften as she open a small flirtations smile across her lips. "Remember, just enough blood to attract the dogs. This is Luxor's plan, remember?"
Hercules only smiled back and waved in acknowledgement. He was not in any mood to smile though. He had killed way too fast so far in the games. The heat of the battle demanded that he dispatch his opponents with hast, but that was yesterday. There was no reason to rush as far as he was concerned. There would be no other tributes to challenge him while he worked over the girl. He wanted to enjoy this. He wanted to take as much time as he could get to really practice his craft. It would take the others some time to find the perfect spot to lay the trap using this girl. Hercules figured that he had plenty of time to unleash some true horror for his sponsors to enjoy.
"I would hate to be you right now, but don't worry, I'll leave something for the dogs."
Somewhere in the Capitol at that very moment, Wiress "Mrs. D" Dunmill smiled as the career pack used her move from a long ago games. At the same time, she shuddered with horror at the way they took it to a new and higher level of cruelty.