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Chapter Eleven: Hot Girl, Cold Bloodbath
I am in the hovercraft with Madam Cambell being escorted to the arena with 24 other tributes and their stylists. We are each given our tracker device which is injected into our arm with a slight painful sting which that hurt for a whole 5 seconds.
"Does this tell the Game makers where I am in the arena", I ask the stylist, who nods and smiles.
After a 40 minute trip to the out squirts of the Capitol we ascend and are escorted blindfolded to our individual rooms.
Looking around, I notice that the room is ridiculously plain, with nothing more then a sofa and a table with a box on it.
Madam Cambell must have read my mind. "These rooms are only used once. After that they are locked up. Tourists don't even come here when they visit the arenas. No point, nothing was televised here and nothing good happened".
I nod and take a seat on the sofa. "How long to we start?", I ask nervously.
"30 minutes", she smiled going and lifting the box and looking inside.
She pulled out a tracksuit with a large number 1 written on it.
She raised her eyebrows. "This has to be a first", she commented looking at the plain grey tracksuit.
I pulled it up and zipped up. "It's very warm. Maybe the arena is going to be a cold environment".
Madam Cambell squinted and pursed her lips. "Maybe. But theres no coat. So maybe not?".
We sat and talked about what I will do at the cornucopia, when I realised I never really had a plan in my head on how that would go. "Guess I will just wing it really", I laughed making madam cambell give me a concerned look.
Soon enough the announcement called for all tributes to get in the tubes to be raised into the arena..
I climbed in and the outer glass swallowed me up. Madam Cambell put her hand on the glass. "Good Luck Cashmere, and I hope to see you on the other side. Use your looks in your advantage. It's your strongest weapon", she said her last words to me.
I put my hand over hers, on my side. "Thank you for all your help".
I was being raised into the arena. Instantly the cold hit me, however there was little snow and more rock. I took in my surroundings. Everything was mountain top. Rock, rock and more rock. You could go up hill, you could go down hill, there was no forests, no grass, no green. Just dull grey rock.
I could see the smoothest area was that off the cornucopia. I looked to my left and saw it was the girl from District 12, and too my right was the boy from District 3. Everyone was looking around with a blank expression on their faces, most of them seemed to be shitting themselves, but was trying to hold in any emotion.
The gong finally sounded and I was leapt of my podium. The girl from 12 instantly turned her back from the cornucopia and started sliding down the mountain behind us. The boy from 3 was running a head of me, clearly a faster running, he reached the cornucopia before me, and found himself an axe, he turned and swung at me, but I ducked and barged into him causing him to fall to the floor. I grabbed my knifes from the side, as he got back up. I turned and threw my knife, before he got another chance to swing the axe, and it lodged itself in his forehead. His eyes bulged and I threw another one that lodged itself in his heart. He fell to the ground and I retrieved my impaled knifes.
I saw Marble fighting with the boy with a 12 on his back, and finally speared him taking him down. The two from District one both has the first two kills of this year games.
I looked around and saw the boy from 11 running at me. He had no weapons and I really had no idea what he was going to try and achieve, he jumped on top of me, and as we rolled around the floor, I pulled my knife across and slashed him across the throat. He spluttered with blood across my face. I pushed him off me grunting and wiping the blood and kicked him to the side. Disgusting. The girl from 2 then took down another boy and another two girls and her district partner two other guys. I could find district four at all, but then I saw it. He just run up and killed the girl from his district with his spear. He laughed as he walked away.
I gasped as I saw it. While I hated my district partner Marbles, there is no way I could kill him unless we got down to the final 2. How would I be able to go back to District one which such a burden on my shoulders. I would be shunted, be a shame to my district. It is an unwritten rule they teach you at training, you just do not commit that crime.
Finally there was no one else to kill, and we gathered. Jaret was the first to speak.
"District one, how many kills? He demanded.
I put on a fake smirk, trying to act as if though I loved the experience, but inside I felt like I was being tortured. "two. Boys from 3 and 11", I said feircly. Marbles only took down one, the one I saw him kill. The guy from 12.
His district partner told us she killed three tributes. The girls from 5 and 6 and the guy from 8. while Marty explained he only did 1, his district partner, causing some stern looks from the other.
Finally Jaret explained he got 3 with the girl from 8 and the boys from 5 and 6.
I smiled. "So basically that eliminates 5, 6 and 8 already", I give a small laugh at how pathetic that is.
"So who is left?", Marbles asks.
Delia grunts. "Theres us. The girl from 3, both from 7, both from 9, both from 10 district 11 girl and district 12 girl.
Marty laughs. I frown. "What's so funny?", I snap at him.
"There pretty much all girls", he shrugs.
I raise my eyebrow? "What?".
There is Me, Marble and Jaret and the guy from district 7. They are the only remaining guys. There are only four of us. This year is going to be an absolute breeze".
Delia growled. "You think it is going to be easy to over-come girls do you?", she said pulling out her knife and showing him it.
He practically laughed in her face. "Don't threaten me sweetheart. We both know that although I haven't got a high training score, that to take down the others, you need a helping hand. My sponsorship money could be the difference between your quick, but ultimately unavoidable death".
Delia looked like she was going to pounce on him, but Jaret sensing this put his hand on her shoulder and told her to let it go.
I looked around. There is many different directions we could take, but ultimately it was all the same. We could go up the rockery, or we could go down. But if you go down, you only have to go up again, and I am guessing it would be the same if you went up.
"Do you reckon there are loads of caves in this arena?", Marbles asked the group.
"Most likely, would wouldn't they want the weaker ones to hide", I shrugged.
The canons started to fire. Nine Cannons. Nine deaths in the first 15 minutes.
Most of them fled at the scene, with fifteen of us surviving. Last year was really dull for the capitol, after the careers took out 16 of them in the bloodbath. Leaving 4 careers and 4 outside district tributes. The games only lasted 3 days, which the eventual winner from district 8, who obviously didn't mentor very well, considering both of his tributes died in the bloodbath this year.
