Authors Note: Hey Guys! So this is an idea I have had for about a year now. This story is based off of a dance competed at my studio. The dance reminded me so much of the Hunger Games that I decided to turn it into a story. I was not in the dance but put myself in the story anyway. The names of the dancers and myself have been changed in order to protect our privacy. I hope you enjoy. :)
Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger Games nor the choreography for the dance that this story was created from.
Run! For some reason it was the only thought in my mind as I trample over the mossy terrain. I look behind me to see if my pursuiter's still chasing me only to get that stomach dropping feeling to see it's true. My eyes must have widened in fear for his smirk grew before he shouted, "You're next, Bridget." I snap my head forward and push my legs harder with hope that his words are false. I can feel the burning in my thighs that begged me to stop awhile ago along with the ache in my feet. I push on however. My life's at stake. I can feel the drippy, slippery sweat that comes from every pore, every opening of my body as it continues it's decent down to the forest floor. The stinging of my eyes from the sweat and tears mixed together is making my eyes water, obstructing my vision. The pounding of my heart bangs in my ears as I struggle to take a deep, complete breath.
From behind me I hear the familiar swosh as I dive behind a tree. Great, I think. He's armed. I hear another approaching arrow as I run from my hiding spot. I try running in between as many trees as possible in order to throw him off but the continuous sound of arrows confirms his still ever-going pursuit. I twist to get a good look at him only to get my feet tangled up and fall hard on the ground. Curse my clumsiness and horrible timing. I hear a faint but definite chuckle as my pursuiter strides closer to me. I stare into his eyes with a hard expression, not allowing myself to fear over him. He bends down on one knee to get eye level with me and puts his hand on my cheek. "Aww. Poor Bridget," He mocks. "Such a happy young spirit. Too bad I'm going to have to kill it." I slap his hand away with disgust. "Don't touch me." I spit in his direction. No creature like him should be able to touch any human being, ever. With this he raises slowly, his gaze never leaving mine as he nocks the bow and pulls it back. "Goodbye." He says calmly. I hold my breath and close my eyes waiting for the dreaded release of the bow that will end my life. I hear the snap and the sound echos in my brain….forever.
FYI: The song used was called In For the Kill by La Roux (the Skrillex Remix)
