The days have been growing better, which I am happy to announce.

I am extremely sorry that I haven't posted in a while, my friend needed my help constantly, which never left me any time to post this for YOU guys.

Anyways, please tell me what you think….please?

Blood Feast

I sat on the ground, the sun blazing down from over the trees. Once again it was a brand new day, and as I looked around I could not decide whether that was good or bad. Beside me my mother gathered herself, as the rest were all still fast asleep. We still had not talked to each other alone, and I knew that there was a reason. I was afraid, ashamed, and embarrassed to have my failure and mistakes stuck in my face. I could not stand that I had put myself before her health, and that was why she was like what she was now.

I watched the three rabbits in front of me, focused only on cooking them until they weren't raw, hardly acknowledging my mother's presence. I could hear my mother mumble to herself as she tried to figure out something to say and I turned my head to look at her. I kept my eyes trained on her face, and eventually she stared right back.

"You know," she opened her mouth and hesitated for a while, but kept talking, "I've watched you throughout the whole Game, Penelope. It's been gruesome, and it killed me to watch you face others, without knowing what was going to happen next. But the truth is . . . is that I know your going to win."

I nodded my head as I flipped over the rabbit, making sure it got cooked thoroughly.

"You will too, we just have to stick together," I mumbled, collecting water from a stream, which was flowing right beside me and under the tree.

"Penelope, you and I both know that I'm not going to make it."

"Don't say that. We'll think of something, don't worry," I said firmly, looking into her eyes and showing determination for all of us.

"Take care of Amelia," she said. "Try your best to take her to the end."

"Don't talk about this, mom! We're all going to win, either you like it or not!"I stood up from where I was sitting and began walking deeper into the forest, having no weapons carried with me, only my thoughts which were tangled up in confusion.

I knew my mother was right. I'd soon have to face the end, but I simply wasn't ready yet. I couldn't let myself plan out other people's death. I wasn't that cruel.

The Capitol was cruel. They were the reason any of this even existed. Who would ever think about putting somebody's family members into a game like this? When you won the game you were supposed to be happy and go home to a family in live in fortune, but what happens when you don't have a family? And what if the reason for that was because you were forced to kill them?

Wocky flew onto my shoulder, pecking hard against my skin. I tried to bat him off with my hand but he just flew back, pecking harder each time. Finally I took time to look at the little bird which was now on my hand, realizing that a tiny piece of string was wrapped thickly around his beak.

I untied the string from around his beak, but before he could tell me the urgency I heard a scream, blasting through the silence and ringing in my ears. It was the one scream that always bounced around at the back of my mind.

It was my mothers'.

My mind wasn't set straight as I began running towards our site. My eyes blurry as my mind began to clutter, questions popping into my head about what could possibly be happening.

When I finally broke through the trees and into an open space, I found everybody. All except my dad and mom.

Six people gathered around us in a circle, every parent or guardian beside their son or daughter, everybody with at least one weapon.

It was six against six.

I continued to scan the open space around me, only to find dad curled up on the ground with my mom pressing her free hand against a huge wound in my father's stomach.

I could see that Zaynn, Nebulas and Amelia were all in a fighting stance as Zaynn approached me, handing me a bow with an arrow already notched and ready. Slowly I joined Zaynn, standing beside him as I continued to send my mother signs that she should get behind us, but she would not hold my gaze. She just stayed with my father, ignoring me.

Suddenly a large man lunged towards Zaynn, but Zaynn was quicker and leaped aside. The man lunged toward Zaynn with a knife aimed at his neck, Zaynn doing the same thing. I held my breath, watching to see which one would survive. The spear Zaynn held, plunged into the man's stomach, sending him falling to the ground with a loud thump. Zaynn pulled the spear out and joined the rest of our crew.

One down, five to go.

Instantly, different people were attacking random people.

Everybody was fending for themselves.

I tossed my mother, the almost-dead-man's knife, forcing her to get up from where she was and help battle, not only protecting her life, but also her husband's.

BAM

I could see my mother's eyes flicker towards my dad, knowing it wasn't him from the loud moan he let out.

A long trident came whipping through the air, missing my bad shoulder by a millimetre.

Adrenaline flooded though me as I slung an arrow through the heart of a tall blond.

BAM

She was down. I gave myself a quiet smirk as two other canons went off.

BAM, BAM

I pointed an arrow towards a man who was pointing his axe towards Nebulas, getting ready to slice Nebulas' head with one sudden movement.

I let go of my arrow, letting it slice through the air and right into the man's forehead. Once again, letting another man drop to the ground with a thud.

BAM

I turned around to look at my mom, who was hand-to-hand with another lady around her age.

I was just about to point one of my arrows at the lady until a knife got her right in her leg. Her grasp weak against my mother, she threw her knife down, only the knife landed directly in the middle of her stomach.

BAM

The lights go out in another person.

I turned around to search the area, only to find a young thirteen year old boy standing right behind me, his axe halfway up in the air.

I couldn't possibly hurt a boy so young. He reminded me of Amelia. His eyes were a bright emerald green, while his scrawny little arms tried to hold up the axe.

I shut my eyes tight and I got ready for my death.

THUMP

I opened my eyes, amazed to see the thirteen year laying flat on the ground, a knife cut right into his left eye.

BAM

My legs collapsed all of the sudden, as I counted the cannons in my head.

Wait…that couldn't be right. There was only six people on their team.

I got up and looked around, the smell of copper filling my nose. Blood soaked the ground, turning it red.

My eyes began to sting as I found the one man who could ever be known as my dad, lying on the ground, his eyes empty as they looked into the hot sun.

He was dead.