The Second Annual Hunger Games 13
Author Note: *Facepalm* I am a HORRIBLE updater...
Shane, District Two
He's scowling at her, his blood seeping into the river's rapids as she admires her nails. Her appearance is such a petty thing; it's shallow and disgusting. I will never understand girls who find fashion so amusing and endearing. She's a designer for the Capital, in fact; it's ridicolous. The boy is depressed and hollowed out shell of an almost-man; I might as well end his shell and dispose quickly. They are also from the District that contributed to the rebellion, which is District Eight, when District Thirteen first started it. And just look the now non-exsistant District Thirteen, I will join them with all those who lived there before the Capital regained their control.
This one...this one is for Dad.
He resented the fighting more than Mom even dead, and his hate ran deep for the Districts Eight and up. As I stab the boy in the chest, which was easily done after pouncing out of my stealthy hiding spot in the trees, I think only of his proud face beaming on me. The girl screams when she discovers I've killed off her partner, but I'm much quicker than she could dream of. From obseranve earlier, I know that this river is the only one nearby and that it is infected with pirahans, which means I have to think of something for water.
I've been formulating this plan for the past five minutes; it's simply, honestly.
In one swift motion, I've knocked her off of her feet and let her fall into the waters. Her once 'beautiful' face disappears in the rapids and as her screams becomes muffled by the water, and blood begins filling the once blue H20. Smirking slightly to myself, I kick the boy's body in as well, letting the rabid fish tear away at their flesh as I begin filling up the water bottles I found in my bags I'd got from the Corncopia, dripping in some iodine and beginning back into the arena.
My best bet of surrival is finding how far this thing stretches, and simply killing anyone who comes in my path.
Althea, District Nine
Attention is all I ever wanted...I think numbly and bitterly as grimance covers my face, well, I should be damn happy now.
There is a good sized gash from yesterday's attack of that insane, killer snake, and it's still bleeding. Ever since said attack, I haven't seen Juno, and Nick has not been much help...or in very good shape. He fell out of the tree while hiding, which eventually scared away that dumb snake, but it broke both of his legs. He's been laying unconscience since waking up sometime in the middle of the 'night', moaning for water for about an hour before I eventually moved a broken bone with one finger and put him back under.
It was the only slight relief I've felt.
BOOM!
BOOM!
Judging by the sun's position in the sky, it's just past midday, and there have just been two more deaths. The haunting reality overcomes me that one of them was, (and actually, very possibly is,) Juno...it could even be Nick for all I've tried to aid him. Slowly, I nudge his body and listen carefully for helicoper blades; there are none. Sighing softly in relief, I stare up at the sky, my entire side burning and seeming to pop with each breath. Whatever kind of killer, Capital snake they'd thrown in here was obviously to kill, which also meant very poisionous.
Brillant.
Harina, District Two
That District Six girl doesn't belong her; she is not welcome by any means. She's also not an idiot, which just inspires me further to kill her in her sleep; the thing is, she hasn't slept, and the District Four male is watching too closely for me to do it quickly. Of course I should just kill him at the same time, but why let some potiental entertainment go to waste?
"Do you need something?" she suddenly asks, surprising me and causing a scowl to return to my face.
"What?" I snap, and she shrugs casually; 'innocently'.
"Well, you keep staring at me, so I was just wondering if you needed something from me."
She must think I am a fool; her eyes show it all. She's intellegent, and that's what she's going to try and rely on to keep herself alive during this time. Honestly, it's a foolish thing; brawn is always over brain for me, and I am a champion. None the less, I just shake my head and turn my own head away. Her eyes, thoughtful and solemn, are forming a plan.
I honestly I can not wait for her to try.
Archie, District Ten
For once, the voices are being nice. They are soft and crooning, very coaxing, too. It's so nice after all the scraming they do on a normal basis; I can't help but listen as the little girl from District Twelve stares me down, eyes wide and fear evident on her face.
Trust her, Archie. You can even protect her.
"Really?" I ask them, but the silence is enough to answer me.
Her big gray-blue eyes look me up and down as she clutches a small pack to her chest; she's only a twelve year old and a child, "...Who are you?"
"Archie," I reply, trying to be gently and coaxing like the voices just were to me, "um...I'm from District Ten. You're from District Twelve, right? Do you have a name, too?"
"Dandelion," she replies cautiously, her eyes untrusting and unsure, "um...are you going to kill me?"
When I shake my head, ever so slowly, she lowers her backpacks. The voices sound happy and airy, just the opposite of which they sound the rest of the time. Their tone makes me smile broadly, making her flinch away but smile a tad herself.
Congradulations! You just made a new friend, Archie! An ally!