The Arena
Author's Note: Sorry it took me so long to update this, I've been so busy and I honestly think that this chapter is shit. Anyways I added one of my favorite characters in DC comics in this so I hope I didn't botch her up to badly. I tried to make her as sexy as possible. Please review I love constructive criticism. Hope you guys like it. I don't own any of the characters.
The platform rises from the locker room where we all got to say our last good byes to our stylists. We emerge out of tubes to see a giant city surrounding us. The cornucopia seems to be inside of a park, an abandoned park. The only people that were here are the tributes on the platforms. I could hear the countdown over my thinking….
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"TEG EM FFO FO SIHT MROFTALP WON!" The dark haired which exclaims out to the sky. A pink bubble forms over her and she dashes off of the platform. It explodes but Zatanna is completely fine, as was expected; however, what happens next surprises even me. The dark haired girl with amber eyes rushes to the nearest knife and plunges it into her arm. She twists and digs the knife deep into her skin and muscle while screaming in agony and pain. Crimson blood draws and gushes onto green grass of the abandoned park.
She finally removes the knife, along with her tracker, which she crushes inside her hand. I watch the girl closely, ready to pounce when the clock strikes 0.
"I am not just a piece in their games, I am not their pawn. Laeh ym sdnuow!"
Suddenly the bleeding hole in the girl's arm was shutting, the blood wiping away to revel a completely healed arm of the pale witch. She licked up her arm and tasted the dried blood and smiled with that evil grin on her face. She was as deadly as she was insane.
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"Pots eht kcolc!" The spell froze the clock, and accordingly us. We were sitting ducks.
"I'm going to kill you freak, if you don't let me off this fucking platform!" A boy from District 5 yells out. He had a ready stance; he wanted her dead almost as much as I did. But I knew not to attack the witch, she was too powerful to bring down. I would have to watch and wait for my chance to strike.
"Come and get it." The witch cackled out with a thundering laugh. Her white teeth showing.
"Is that a threat bitch?" He yelled out
"Sorry hon that's a death wish….. Niap!" Her booming voice was amplified through the park. For the third time that I've ever seen the mysterious girl, her wide eyes glowed a powerful red and her hair began floating off of her shoulders. The district 5 boy dropped to his knees and screamed a most horrid scream. All of his veins were popping out and one could hear his bones being turned with his body in abnormal places. He then proceeded to float off of the ground and his back bent in the sky. The cracking of the boy's spine was just a distraction to the green lights that were emitting out of his heart. But he wasn't dead yet, that would have been too easy for her. She wanted him to suffer. No one challenges her and lives to tell about it.
I look over to the witch and all I can see is the floating ebony locks, the glowing red eyes, and the look of pure joy and utter delight on her pale face.
The boy was still in the sky screaming out curses and cries for help with his raspy voice but it was all in vain. But something else was happening to the boy, something awful. His neck was suddenly sent flying backward until it almost touched his back. His Adam's apple was sticking straight up in the sky. His arms were being twisted and I saw his elbow break completely in half. Screams from the boy were not enough to personify the amount of anguish and agony that he was going through. He started to cry and I watched each individual tear fall from his face onto the cold metal platform.
The witch raises her hand and creates a ball with it. This time she was attacking the boy's legs. His knees began to wobble in the air, and in that instant I saw both of the boy's knees completely shatter. You could ask me how I could even see that through his skin, but I would never be able to tell you how it happened. Then his legs arched backward and snapped in half just like his elbows, bringing more tears to the poor tribute's eyes. The ebony haired girl with amber eyes was going to break this guy in half if it was the last thing that she did.
Louder than I thought possible, the boy screamed out again. But this time it was halted, his lips were being molded together by some form of magic. In almost an instant, I couldn't distinguish where his face stopped and where his lips began. His mouth was completely gone.
"You asked for this boy, you're nothing and you will never be anything. I'm going to wipe your face from history." She gave a wicked cackle and evil grin. She turned her head to the side and looked at me. The smirk that was written on her face told me that I was of a lot of interest to her. Freaky shit.
Suddenly there was crack of bones, louder than any gunshot I've ever heard. The boys head was level with his feet. He was making an arch; his back was bent farther than even I could contort myself. This was not a natural position that this girl was pushing upon the disfigured boy. She just snapped his back in two.
"Stop it please!" The District 5 girl yelled out crying. She was horrified and you could tell it on her face.
The boy fell on the platform which had already exploded when the witch lifted him in the air. He lay dead, motionless and cold. The only thing keeping him alive in the air was the green magic coming out of his heart. Since it was gone, so was the boy.
The witch turned her gaze to the District 5 girl who had spoken out against her magic.
"How noble of you, would you like a taste of what he had?" The witch asked the girl with a blank expression that had a little bit of irritation on it. She turned her head to the side and concentrated on the pale Caucasian girl, who began screaming in fear.
"NO PLEASE!" The girl screamed out in agony as the witch directed her gaze at the girl. The blonde tribute dropped to her knees and let out a sonic boom of a scream. Not muttering a spell or enchantment to make the pain increase, the witch just stared at the girl. To say that I was scared would be an understatement. The girl was on her knees begging for mercy, screaming out to the sky for help, and all the witch did was turn her head.
"I'll see you kids later." The witch winked at us and in a flash she was gone and the clock was rolling as usual.
The clock strikes zero and I wasn't ready, my body said move, but my mind… It was mesmerized by the witch's power. 'How can someone be that powerful? How would I beat her? Why didn't I see this coming?' I looked over at the boy on the ground, his body was mangled and he was twisted in crazy positions. It made me want to vomit all over the arenas' emerald grass.
'Speaking of emerald green, Wally's eyes match this shade…' I thought to myself.
"Grayson get your ass over here you're missing all the action!" Babs yelled across the park as she decapitated the District 6 girl. Barbara had the girl by her ponytail; she slammed the girls face into the ground and cleanly swiped the axe across her neck which was already broken from the treatment it was getting from Barbara Gordon. Barbara had an angry look on her face, she was out for blood, and she lived for the sport, no better than a Capitol citizen.
I dashed towards the battle ground, my feet moving a rapid pace trying to finish the rest off before they could run into the city. Suddenly one boy swings at me with his sword and I'm right in the line of fire. However right before the blade hits me I drop to my knees and slide right underneath it. I do a flip to get back to my feet and tackle the boy to the ground. I stare right into his big brown eyes. He looked absolutely mortified, and I almost felt guilty for doing it. Almost.
I remove the boy's sword from his hand and plunge it into his scull drawing the red velvet blood that I had been after. I twist the blade around inside of his head making sure that he would not be coming back to life ever again. I then hop off of the boy and race to the back packs, looking for the knives.
A girl sprints after me, she looked determined to rip me apart piece by piece. Her sea blue eyes went perfectly with her golden blonde hair. The girl was very beautiful and one might even think she could be as beautiful as Megan or Babs. It was the girl whose district partner had been killed by the witch.
She slams me to the ground, spear in her hand. She was a giant 5 10 and she was sitting right on top of me. She gave me an apologetic smile, as if she was sorry that she had to do this. In a different life we could have probably been friends, but due to the circumstances, those odds were impossible.
She brings her spear up to impale me with it and suddenly, I feel nothing, I just stare into her blue orbs. I stared at her, she stared at me.
She begins to bring the spear down and I continue to feel absolute nothing, however when I think that she has done the deed. I look over to see that she has been knocked off of me, with an arrow in her head; blood gushing.
The blonde girl from the training center now strattled my waist, cackling with those evil grey daggers she called eyes. In the district 5 girl's eyes, I could see kindness and love hidden inside of her soul. But with this girl, what was her name, Artemis maybe? Her eyes were full of hate and anger against anyone that crossed her.
"What's the matter gay boy, scared?" She laughs at her joke and hops off of me. Then she proceeds to stomp on my gut. I moan and clutch my chest, rolling on the ground.
"I'm not going to kill you right now bitch shit talker." She moves down to whisper in my ear.
"Me and my girl have something planned for you and boyfriend over there." She runs off into the city leaving me lying on the, now warm ground.
Wally rushes over to me to give me a lift off of the ground. "What was that about dude?" Wally asks me, stroking my cheek and checking for any damage done to my body. I give him a smile and pick up the knives that were lying beside of me.
No sooner than I had the knife in my hand did a large boy from an outlying district come charging at Wally, whose back was turned to the menace. I grasp the sharp blade in my hand, the sunlight reflecting off of the shiny metal.
"Wally DUCK!" I yell out to the ginger who jumped at my sudden outburst. He dropped to the ground and sent my blade flying. It landed right where I wanted it too, right between the big boy's eyes. He fell to the ground, bleeding out of his head. The knife was logged deep into his cranium.
"Don't think that he's coming back dude, and hey nice shot!" Wally gives me a big smile and picks up the spear of the dead girl laying at our feet, another boy comes running at me. When he tries to throw a punch at my back, I grab his arm and hold it with my arm pit. Once I know that he isn't going anywhere, I lift my leg up to kick him in the face and then put my leg behind me to kick him in the gut. When the blonde boy is on the ground, I deliver the final blow and stab him in the head with my knife.
Wally takes my hand and guides me into the city to catch up with the other career tributes.
"Where did they go?" Wally asks with a look of confusion.
"I don't know but we need to find somewhere to sleep, who knows what kinds of creatures will be lurking in the night. The gamesmakers are sick people."
I then realized that Wally's hand was still interlocked with mine, and it made me blush; however, it goes away before the airhead, my airhead, could see it.
"Hey Dick."
"Yeah Walls."
"When we find a place to camp, can we….. ummmmm… cuddle?" Wally asked me, his cheeks almost as red as his hair.
"Wally, why would you ask me that on national television you sap?"
"Because I'm going to get scared, like you said the gamesmakers are sick people and I want to do big spoon little spoon with you."
Wally looked at me with his big green eyes that reminded me of a puppy dog. He was touching my arm in an attempt to persuade me to cuddle with him. And I couldn't lie to myself, it was working.
"Fine we can cuddle, but you're big spoon, West."
"I think I will be able to live with that, Grayson."
Wally and I dashed into the dark city, wondering though the streets trying to find a habitable place to rest before we journeyed farther away from the cornucopia. And that's the moment when the nation's anthem sounded. Panem's national symbol could clearly be seen in the center of the dome. I was placed in front of the artificial stars that gave the arena the effect of nighttime. Faces began to appear, and the deceased were passing with a final holographic tribute to their existence. I disregarded who was killed because I couldn't care less, they should have been stronger. But subconsciously, I knew I was only telling myself this to stay alive. Being weak in the games was one sure fire way to die.
"Only 7 were killed." I hear Wally mutter with surprise in his voice.
"That's not going to please Snow; he's out for blood and wants excitement."
No sooner had I said that did the voice of Scenea Crane boom on the intercom.
"Tributes, attention attention. Due to the total disregard for the rules of the games, past victors from each games will now be released into the arena. This are designed to promote action. Good luck and may the odds be ever in your favor.
His voice faded out of the speakers, I was hit with more questions than answers. But none that were more pressing than the statement on my mind. 'WHAT THE HELL AM I GOING TO DO!?'
"We are going to stick together and stay strong, we are a team and nothing can break us apart Dick."
"Did I say that outloud?"
Suddenly a femine, sexy voice sounded behind me.
"I could hear that from the cornucopia, you boys are need to practice your inside voices. Poor little baby here could get himself killed."
"Holy fuck, it's Selina-Fucking-Kyle."
The woman strutted down the road, walking like a supermodel down a runway. She wore a black jumpsuit that was unzipped just enough so that her perfect breasts were about to fall out, yet they stayed in place. She wore high heel boots that could be heard clonking on the concrete road. She swung her hips back and forth with a confidence that could put even Diana to shame. To say that this woman was sexy would be like saying that the sun is hot; a major understatement.
"Relax Dickie bird." She leaned down to whisper in my ear. "I have a thing with daddy dearest."
She licks my ear and sniggers, she was like a cat.
"Kitty's must like to play with their food before they kill it." I push her away but she gracefully recovers.
"This is true Dickie Bird, but killing you would mean losing Brucie. And he is catnip to a girl like me." She gave the same flirtatious laugh as last time.
"So you're here to help us?" Wally asked Selina.
"It's in my best interest to keep you cuttie pies alive. Besides, there are almost 100 people in the arena now. Someone has to keep your hormones under control." Laughing at her own joke, she struts over to Wally; pacing around him like a shark before it goes in for the kill. Selina was many things but none more than sexy, dangerous, and intelligent. A femme fetal combo.
"You landed a hot piece of ass, Grayson. He's a keeper, and just look at the size of his dick. You two are going to have amazing sex. With your ass and his dick, wow I can just picture it now."
My cheeks were inflamed with a scarlet shade. No one has ever humiliated me the way that she just did; this is not okay.
"She's got a point, Dick, your ass is amazing." Wally winks at me and walks over to me to pat me on the shoulder. It made me release some of the anger and humiliation that I was harboring.
"Come along boys, we have more of the city to see. Nighttime is when the creatures come out to play, and I love to play." She winked at us, and we began walking down the road with our newly found ally. Who could even fathom how Babs and Megan were doing, I hoped they were faring well.