Day 8
(Ferlana Vai's POV)
Michael saved my life yesterday. I let him die for me. Why did I do that? He died so I can just die in a couple of days and not with him. The more I think of it he had t die so whoever would win could win. I have to die too…
I know I can't win, so in a normal game I would just be able to start over. This isn't a normal game. I will be dead forever. I have always wondered what it is like to be dead. I wish I could ask the 16 other contestants that have been sacrificed for the entertainment of sick, cruel, and evil people.
My drunk uncle is probably getting interviewed right now. I am embarrassed to think that he is mumbling and slurring all over the televisions of Panem. He is most likely trash talking me. I reach in Michaels bag and take out his supplies and add it to mine. Together we have one sip of water, 3 pieces of dried beef, a coil of wire, a little sunscreen, a small knife and his piece of fabric.
I have a bite of my food and the rest of my water. I no I am doomed unless there is a feast, but I don't think there will be in time for me. I can't help to be curious if the other tributes have supplies. If they don't a feast will happen.
(Arena overview)
Every tribute is low on food and water now. The careers are low on food, but not water because they have the lush oasis. Summer Lynn has move from the cornucopia. She is located in a hole she dug in the plain. As the night falls the desert cools enough for the tributes to sleep. They will need their rest for tomorrow,
Day 9
(Carnelian Granger's POV)
I wake up to Claudius Templesmith's voice, "Everyone of you tributes is invited to a feast! You all need food and water. You will each find a gallon of water and a packet of dried fruit and a packet of dried beef. There are 7 backpacks and 8 tributes. Good luck!"
"I don't see why we need to go," says Angelina.
"Look at the oasis," says Silk. It is empty. No water left. We need to go to the feast. I am starting to devise a plan. We are going to kill all of the tributes there and then we will break up.
I am nervous because I am not sure if I can make it on my own. Arius will hunt me down and violently murder me. He could snap my neck easier that I could snap a twig. We all grab our favorite weapons and we head off for the multiple hour journey.
(TV point of view)
"It looks like every tribute is heading to the feast this year," says Caesar enthusiastically. The screen is then cut into 4 parts. One showing the careers walking to the feast and the other tribute limping their way to the cornucopia. After an hour of anticipation for the Capitol viewers all of the tributes are circled around the table about as far away as the platforms were.
Every tribute stands there not knowing what to do until Ferlana and Cyran Elree break out running. Every other tribute follows in their lead. Ferlana gabs a backpack and sprints away. Other tributes aren't so lucky. Summer Lynn throws a knife into Cyran's neck a she is running. Cyran collapsed laying down like a helpless insect. Carnelian takes his axe and shoves it right into Summer's chin and up into her head. The cannon sounds a few seconds later. He grabs a backpack and runs. Arius picks Angelina up and says, " Do you still think you can win?" and he throws her into the Cornucopia, and she picks her self up and runs away with a few weapons she brought with her, but no food or water. She yells as she is running, "I know so!"
It is Silk, Arius, and Storm left at the cornucopia. There are three backpacks on the table. Silk pulls out a throwing knife and hold it to Arius and Storm as she grabs her backpack and leaves. She also takes a backpack out of Summer's cold and dead arms. Arius then shoves his sword through Storm's chest and runs away with both backpacks.
(Cyran Elree's POV)
I am laying on the ground barely able to move. I am feeling light headed by the loss of blood I have been through. Bang! The cannon for the district 4 boy finally went off. I new I wasn't going to win, but I made it far. 6th place… that would be something to brag about if I wasn't going to die in a matter of seconds. I pull out the knife to speed up my death process. I want to get in over with.
I feel a lot of warm blood flowing down my neck. I say a quick prayer that my family, the "street rats" move on. I will be all right. I close my eyes and fall into a painless feeling then I hear the boom of my cannon…