YAYAYAYAYYAYAYAY! Finally updating! Today was a no-homework day for MY ENTIRE SCHOOL... So I did homework and got inspired to write.
This chapter is kinda long... YAY! I am sorry for not updating recently, but I have so much HW and so little time... and SO MANY NEW FANDOMS!
ENJOY...
Training continues for the next couple days, and I continue learning. I don't show off or brag like the other Dauntless, but I devote every minute to training in areas that are not my expertise such as ropes, camouflage, and archery. Every minute I am improving, but I am still adept at best.
With the taunting of the other Dauntless tributes in my ears, I yearn to reach for the knives, guns, and simulation chair, but I stop myself, per instruction from Amar.
My hands work feverishly on a knot as my thoughts drift, but I am brutally yanked back to reality as a shattering scream whips my head around.
A mob of yellow, red, and grey gathers around a slumped grey figure with knife jutting out of her forehead.
Cato and Clove are snickering, and in Clove's eyes I spot a hard resolve that is blocking all forms of guilt.
Uriah comes up to me, composed despite the situation. Only is wide eyes betray him. "We aren't allowed to touch the other tributes before the arena," he exclaims. "The Abnegation girl was walking to the target to collect the knives. She turned around and whoop!" He smacks his forehead.
"Clove'll probably pass it off as an accident," I say. Uriah looks surprised at the bitterness in my voice.
"The girl was going to die anyway," He says simply. "There is nothing you can do but try to win."
I am sure he sees the shields go up over my eyes at this last comment, hiding my emotions and thoughts. He walks to the gun station and shoots the mannequin in the center of the forehead.
I join him, pick up a gun, not thinking about Amar's strategy. A blast goes off as I aim and hit the heart.
I awaken from my doze to the sounds of scolding, screaming, and cursing. The training clothes are tight, and grime still coats me from the work earlier. The dead abnegation and the iciness of everything had taken its toll. I completely crashed upon the arrival to my room. Sighing, I roll out of bed, throw on fresh clothes, and make my way to dinner.
I find the source of the noise, a heated argument between Amar and Clove. Both participants are standing on opposite sides of the table, shouting at each other over the bowl of bread.
"It doesn't matter! She was going to die anyways."
"That's not the point, Clove. We must follow rules."
"Stupid rules." Mutters an angry Clove, but she obviously has no comeback.
"Even though you have an obvious advantage, there is no reason to exploit it until you are in the games."
"But why wait?" She half screams and half whines. "It is so much easier now, and I just want to go home!"
"Just wait until the arena when you can kill legally! Do you know what you did in training? Just a hint, it's called murder." Amar is exasperated, and his patience has obviously run thin, but his argument is solid. Clove grumbles.
"Here, have some bread," Uriah offers her a slice cheerfully.
Amar tries to shoot Uriah a reproachful look, but it just looks grateful and amused.
Everyone else bursts into laughter as Clove venomously chomps down the bread, and I even force a smile, but my blood is cold.
We are so eager to get home, and some of us are eager to kill in order to do it. I had always known the games would be dangerous, but now I am faced with the reality that everyone else has as much to lose as I do; a life.
TA-TA!
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PS. I was thinking about a name change. Any suggestions? NO NUMBERS... and it shouldn't be too fandom specific, but it should be fandom-related. See my profile for all my fandoms.
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PS. I just looked at this, and its not that long... sorry. I will try to update again soon.