Desande Murro vs. Felix Fizz

Hey peeps. Back again. Hope you forgive me for the late update. Here is the finale for y'all. 2158 words for a 1v1.

Felix Fizz, 18, D4M

"This is bullshit, and I'm talking the real stuff, the fresh raw manure. Fuck this I have a 50/50 chance of winning you twat, I either will or I won't"

This was it. One more fight. One more kill and I would be home. Home. Home wasn't just a word. It was a feeling too. I hadn't felt home for a long time, I missed the feeling of the sand from the beach, the feeling of swimming and fishing. I would kill to get home. Funnily enough to me, that was exactly what I had to do. A kill could end the suffering. But I had already killed too much. I had held a boy underwater while stabbing into him, I had also killed two girls, one of them with her own weapon. While pushing Willow's head to the ground I simply slit her throat. I thought the guilt would kill me. But the truth was far worse than that.

I knew I would do it all again, if I had to. I wouldn't do anything differently. I would kill everyone again. But even if I escaped the games. I knew I would never escape the games for real. No one had. If you looked into the eyes of a mentor you saw anxiety and self hate. Everyone left something behind in the games. You had crossed the line of normal, by fifteen kilometers.

The arena we rose into was a mansion. I wasn't in the same room as my opponent. I wondered what I had to do. From my platform in the middle of a bedroom I looked around. On a small table next to the bed a small picture showed a black man holding a trophy above his head. I didn't know the man. But I guessed he was a sportsmen. He wore clothes with yellow and green colours. I also didn't know the flag. When the game maker counting down silenced I stepped off my platform.

Desande Murro, 16, D6M

"I only talk to people I trust the most. You are one of them."

This was the last one. I really doubted my old strategy. I didn't think it would work another time. In the earlier fights I had killed three kids. They were innocent, just like I used to be. But I felt like it had to be done. It was cold, yes. But people had thought of me like a cold guy since I was born. People killed in the Hunger Games. That was how it worked at the moment and how it would work for ever.

We had to accept it.

In the new arena I rose into a big bedroom. Probably from some sort of big house. I looked around the room. The person that lived here was an athlete. In a glass closet I saw multiple trophies that had been shiny one day but collected several layers of dust. I also saw an ancient article ripped from a newspaper. The title read: "Bolt wins again" and the article also showed a photograph of a man, celebrating his win. It was a weird feeling to be inside this man's house, standing on a platform in the middle of a bedroom that could have been his. Even weirder was that I was here to kill another kid.

Felix Fizz, 18, D4M

I had to find myself a weapon. Was there a weapon in this arena? My first thought was of the kitchen. If I found the kitchen first I would be able to hide the other knives and get a better chance of survival. But maybe there were other weapons, maybe guns even. I didn't think they would add guns this year, it would be too quick. I quickly scanned through the room but didn't find anything useful, so I rushed through the door. I entered a huge hallway with doors left and right. On the last part of the hallway the wall was replaced with a fence and a stairway down. I didn't know exactly on which floor I was. In the hall a white fluffy carpet laid on the ground. Before going down stairs I needed some sort of weapon I just quickly pulled open a door. Behind it I found a cupboard with brooms and detergents. I grabbed a broom, as a first weapon and closed the door. When I entered the hall with the fine white carpet I remembered the stairs. The kitchen would be near the dinner room so I guessed it would be downstairs. On a slow jog I came to the top of the stairs. While running down them suddenly Desande appeared, he was holding a small fire axe. He rushed up the stair, we met at the corner. We both knew he had the advantage, an axe would be way better than a broom. But maybe he would underestimate me too much. I went to the wall, so I wouldn't be able to fall off. He did what I suspected, and went to the fence side, not really thinking about the fight. Victory wasn't certain so I stepped back a few steps. Desande followed, but stopped one step beneath me. Suddenly he stepped to the right, in my direction. I ducked, jumped right, to the fence. It was a dangerous move, I couldn't push him off anymore. He would be able to do it here.

Desande Murro, 16, D6M

This was the moment, the axe I had found in a fire safety box could end it here. I stepped forwards and with a big swing, I cut through the fence posts. Felix had jumped off the stairs last moment. We were high up but when I looked down he was already running away. He passed by the huge black piano that was down there. Out of anger and as a last shot I threw my axe. It crashed into the piano. I didn't give him time for grabbing the axe and rushed down the stairs. Felix was smart and didn't grab the axe but simply ran away. When I arrived and had retrieved my axe Felix was gone and we were back to where we were, searching for weapons and each other. The wood from the fences were on the ground. I pushed the remains under the stairs, so Felix wouldn't find it easily. Even those wooden sticks could function as a weapon. He might had found a weapon in the kitchen already at that moment. Some kind of knife or an other improvised weapon. I didn't go into the hallway Felix disappeared in, that would be too predictable. So I just ran into another direction, to find a place where I could find armor or more supplies. Room to room I ran, not finding anything useful. After a short fifteen minutes I opened another door and revealed a stairway. The wooden stairs brought me to a dark basement, filled with all kinds of dusty stuff. Instantly I started digging into the supplies, looking at the shelves and opening boxes. Clouds of dust filled the room. I smiled and coughed a few times when I found something useful. The thing I needed.

Felix Fizz

I had found the kitchen! It was a big room, bigger than the bar back in four. Several ovens and cabinets filled a corner. A cooking island was in the middle of the room. When I had entered I grabbed the first knife I saw and guarded the door, but when I realized no one would be hunting me down I started looking for better things.

I ate some fruit and found a bigger and sharper knife. I also inspected the oven, maybe there was a way to utilize it that no one had thought of before me. I turned on the oven and then decided to ignore it for now and looked for some more stuff. In a cabinet I found little knives, good for throwing, and put them into my pockets. On the counter I put a row of glasses and plates. Also to toss at Desande. In another cabinet I found some stuff you could clean with, and poured some of the toxic stuff over the apples and in some glasses. I mean, it could happen.

After some more waiting Desande suddenly rushed through the door. He stopped for a second, surprised he found me. I was surprised too, Desande was wearing a full motor suit, including a helmet that covered his head and eyes. The suit didn't look too thick so I just started tossing my ammunition at him.

Desande Murro

Plate after plate, glass after glass hit my suit. I could feel the part of glass pierce through the suit. But I didn't scream, I hoped Felix wouldn't notice my pain and stop throwing. Next came the small knives, instead of running to Felix I ducked behind the cooking island, the knives could be lethal. Hoping to surprise him I leaped onto the island with a scream and rose my axe into the air. I jumped to Felix who didn't expect my attack and swung. My axe chopped into his waist. Through the raw flesh. He screamed like I had never heard and jabbed big knife into my stomach. I backed off. Crying from pain. I looked at how Felix's good hand grabbed a can of cleaner and threw it next to me. I had no idea why until I saw the opened oven. A small burst of fire burned it's way through my rubber protection. I took off, no way I could win in that situation. With Felix on my tail I rushed through the hallways. We runned as fast as we could, but we were both deadly injured. I entered the random room before Felix. It was a bathroom, filled with a bathtub, sink, shower and toilet. Felix didn't give me time to ambush him and rushed through too. I took one more shot to strike and chopped into his shoulder. While trying to ignore the pain he punched the axe out of my hand and he pushed me into the shower. I was closed into a corner and he started stabbing me again. After two stabs his knife also dropped to the ground and he started to rip the helmet of my head. When it came off he shocked backwards a bit and I took a shot into the dark, I pushed him over before collapsing to ground into the corner, a pool of blood formed around me. My back was burned, three gigantic gaping wounds were spread across my chest and smaller glass cuts were cut into my body. I looked at Felix, who tried to sit back up from the fall. He looked back at me. His hair was wild and stained with blood. His clothes were a bit ripped and his eyes looked tired. It was a short moment of silence.

His shivering voice broke the silence: "T-This is fucked up, you seem nice."

I could easily see that he was on the edge of dead. It was the nicest thing to hear. People thought I was cold and didn't talk to me. The Games had to end tough. Quickly.

Felix suddenly stood up with his last power. He did a step in my direction. I suddenly grabbed the axe from the ground and threw myself onto him. He reacted too fast and seized my shirt with one hand and my head with the other. He smashed my head onto the marmer edge of the bathtub. I couldn't even move anymore. I could only feel the warm blood pour out of the wound. He threw me to the toilet, I landed head first. I heard him pick up something, my axe probably.

"Sorry, you seem nice…."

He closed the toilet seat.

Rude.

2nd: Desande Murro (D6M)- Decapitated with axe by Felix.

I'm sorry… I feel so bad. Desande was a great tribute, who was good to write. Sometimes I didn't feel like I did him justice but I had fun writing him. I especially liked his strategies. I hope you're not mad and want to thank you for reviewing every chapter. It means the world to me. Thank you Norbus for Desande.

1st- Felix Fizz (D4M)

Congratulations! I really enjoyed writing for Felix. I liked his backstory and personality. I really felt like I did him the most justice. For me he was the winner. Also thanks to twatbitchfucker (don't report me for his name) for Felix. A victor.

That's that (for now). Thanks for reading.

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Tour and stuff will come. But it will take some time… Sorry.

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