Hi there everyone! Wow I have not updated any of my stories in ages but I have decided that now it is getting towards winter again I would continue to write!
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I run. All I can hear is the blood pounding in my ears as my head spins at the sight of the bloodbath. All the nearly dead lying at my feet with terrible and untreatable wounds. I want to help people but I need to save myself. Quickly I grab a small brown satchel with a silver clasp whilst I run and quickly swing it over my shoulder. Many have already been perished at the hands of the careers as I grab a small satchel and run silently towards the woods where I know I cannot be safe but I shall be safer than where I was. A boy throws a knife in my direction half-heartedly and misses by far, there is a dying girl on the floor who is begging for my help in her weary breaths but I have to go as the blonde girl from District One is running my way with a silver bow and arrow in hand,
"I am do sorry," I tell her and with that I run away from sight.
Boom.
I keep on running through the forest. The scent of death still lingers around me as I finally stop and choose a tree to spend some time in. I must have run a couple of kilometres because I do not hear any other tributes near to me which is a good sign. I am so terrified - for all I know somebody could come and put a knife in my back any second now and that would be the end for me and my family. Who is still alive now I wonder? For it can't be too many as so many have already been killed in the bloodbath - I'm guessing the Careers are alive, the District 12 girl, perhaps the one from 5 and maybe a few others.
-Boom-
The Careers will be hunting us down as we are alone and vulnerable and then they will turn on each other and fight to find the victor. Sometimes The Games are brutal. I remember being told about one year when the only three people left was a brother and a sister the sister was was 15 and the brother 12, and a Career. They both knew that if they beat the Career the older one would let the younger one live but although the Career was beaten, the younger one died fighting. The sibling who won is still alive now I think - just, but her family dis-owned her after The Games as they were so disappointed that she could let her poor brother die. If they had experienced life in the arena they would have felt differently...
-Boom-
It is getting dark now and cold too. With each strike of the cannon I feel more and more scared as that boom could be for me very soon and I have lost count of the number of people who have died so far. There are just too many to count. Everything seems more scary in the dark- I would like to light a fire but I know that would be a bad idea. Now, what is in this satchel I picked up? I open the clasp to find a flask for water, a small knife, a folded sleeping bag, a stretch of rope and some thermal gloves. Not much really... No food but I suppose it is enough to keep me going. At the bottom of the bag there is a small vile containing a clear liquid that is probably a remedy but looks like something also to clean wounds.
Suddenly the music blasts from all corners and I hear the anthem playing, the sky lights up and all of the dead tributes' faces are projected into the air... 1...2...3...4..5...6..7... and more but I cannot bare to watch them any more as seeing their brave faces will only make me cry. All of them were young and a few were probably my age but when they get into the arena they are nothing but a part of the games... It is not right that people are gambling on who they think will win the games - we are people and we have should be treated like that. The tree that looms above me looks perfect to spend the night, simple to climb without making any noise and altogether a great place to sleep with many thick leaves to shield me from sight. I know! I shall stay up in the trees so that nobody will be able to find me and it should be easy enough to jump between branches and and... Just like at home. Home is a distant life now like one that came to me in a dream and then faded away into the shadows as my name was called and my set of mind changed from being worried about not being able to support my family or if I would miss the berry cart to how in Panem am I going to survive in this arena.
Climbing up the tree is easy even in the dark, it is like my feet know where to go naturally and when the top of the tree is near I can sense where the path from the branches to the stars is. The sleeping bag in my satchel is perfect to fit on one of the the branches and I tie it all down with the rope in a perfect knot. There are stars. Many, many beautiful stars in the sky and they remind me of sitting in the trees at night in Eleven but those stars were real and these stars are only made to look like real stars - I know that there is a bubble and I doubt I shall live to get out of it. Wait, I should be more optimistic about this than I am being right now I mean... I have survived a day in this arena! I have survived the bloodbath and all of the careers completely untouched! Now if I just keep going like I am and find some food I could have a real chance of surviving these games. My fingers touch a small stick and I wrap some of the leftover rope that flew away from the coil around it to form a small sort of sling shot. My fingers clasp a small and smooth rock which is perfect so I place the rock in the sling and fire it up perfectly towards the stars - within seconds the rock makes a gentle thump and lands back in my hand. Trapped. Just like us.
So there it is! Chapter Eleven is complete and a little on the short side so sorry about that but the next chapters will be longer and more exciting. I doubt there will be too many more chapters as ...you know the story... but anyways please review and like and follow and check out my other stories too. If I get some reviews I might even post the next chapter tomorrow!
Rueflower7 xx