Wyatt Crane leaned up against the metal railing of the Gamemaker's control room and stroked his chin. These games very… uneventful, boring even. "Maybe if Lone didn't kill everyone these games would be better, it is just his alliance and no one else." Wyatt thought. Then he jumped when the clamped hand landed on his shoulder. It was Don.
"Jeez Don, don't do that to me. I was thinking." Wyatt scowled.
Don laughed. "I know exactly what you're thinking, these games are uneventful. Very boring because of one alliance killing everyone."
Wyatt smiled. "You read my mind, good thinking. What do you suggest we do?"
Don drummed his fingers on the rail in a familiar but, hard to repeat rhythm. "How about you send someone in to the arena?"
Wyatt cocked his head. "What do you mean?"
Don shrugged. "Send in something." Then his face lightened. "Send in someone, namely me."
Wyatt laughed. "You're crazy! Send a Gamemaker into the arena! They might get killed."
Don gave Wyatt a stern look. "Or, the person kills one tribute then exits. Or they kill a specific tribute. I was thinking the leader of that one alliance you don't like."
Wyatt paused. "That's not a bad idea. Why are you suggesting yourself, it could be a death wish."
Don smiled. "I am the only Gamemaker who has been in the Hunger Games Wyatt, I have prior experience unlike the latter, I'm pretty sure the rest of you have never been in a war have you?"
Wyatt blanched. "No, you're right. You're going to need a weapon."
Don laughed. "All ready ahead of you. I have one." Then he pulled a five foot bronze sword from his jacket. "I call this weapon Mesa. It strikes down rock and human alike. I will be feared."
Wyatt stepped back from the weapon not wanting to get near it. "You also need some form of transportation; you can't just blow up the arena to get there."
Don laughed again. "I'm already ahead of you. There is a jet outside. I just need your go away."
Wyatt chuckled. "You have my permission. I want that Lone guy dead in a week. I'll see you then."
Colby looked up from his meal, scraping the chicken guts from his mouth with his knife. He got up from his hammock and looked around. He heard a sound, it was mysterious. He had seen Altha, Zelina, and Katie in the sky last night. Colby's heart was for Jonathan, he must have felt crushed. Then another loud sound reverberated to his right. Colby reached for his dart gun, and loaded a poisonous, but not lethal dart into the tube. Then a figure lunged out at him. Colby fired and the dart snapped in two. Colby backed up and grabbed his knife as a long sword swung into the air and bared down on Colby's body. Colby scattered to the right and the hammock fell to the ground in a loud noise. Colby cursed silently and then stopped against a tree.
"Please don't kill me, whoever you are. Please don't." Colby whimpered.
The figure laughed. "I won't kill you. I promise. You're not the target. But, when you wake up please warn the others. Well that is if you wake up." Then the figure raised his five foot sword and slashed Colby in the jaw. He was out like a light.
Lucas tightened the string around the arrow and drew back the bow, looking at the apple a few hundred yards away. Since Jonathan was gone, and wasn't doing so well; it was time to learn how to help Bailey support both of their families. Lucas released the string and the arrow flew at the apple which sailed into the basket that Bailey held out.
"Nice job Lucas! That was awesome. You're getting better by the minute." Bailey praised.
Lucas blushed. "I'm trying to make money to send Jonathan a sponsor."
Bailey's eyes darkened. "If he's still alive by the time we get back. He was in such distress over his girlfriend." Bailey said with venom.
Lucas noticed the pain in her voice. "Bailey, I don't think Jon was in love with her, just pretending for cameras. He's in love with you. I know he is. That's all he talks about is you."
Bailey smiled faintly. "He said that." Then her smile vanished. "He won't live. Lone is going to kill him in the end."
Lucas watched as Bailey stormed away with the basket of apples, off to the market where they did trading since the Hob was burned down.
"You'll realize it in the end." Lucas sighed.
What happened to Colby? And will Bailey have a change of heart? Thanks again. Love you all.
~Tales of Advent Lover
