Once all of Cobra's fingers are against the skin of his hand, the two shadows move. Savage slams her battleaxe to the ground, imbedding it in Titanium's neck; and Cobra nudges Silver, waiting for her eyes to open before slicing into her neck with his new blades. A small squeal escapes her throat and two cannons sound, awakening Carnage.
After taking in the scene, blood glistening black in the darkness of night and two allies dead at the traitors' feet, he grabs a spear from the pile of weapons near him. Cobra and Savage circle him, Savage advancing towards his left, Cobra towards his right. He looks between the two before jumping at Cobra, the one with the shorter weapons. He manages a few good hits before Savage's blade is rammed into his calf.
He collapses to the ground and grimaces as he uses the spear to heft himself up. He continues to try to defend himself even though he's up against insurmountable odds. Between Cobra slicing into every piece of flesh he can find and the sheer force of Savage's hits he finally falls and the third cannon sounds.
The two remaining careers high five each other and head back towards the cornucopia. Before I can even react or send a warning, Cobra tackles Savage to the ground and flips her over, "I'm going to enjoy this kill." A grin spreads across his face as her eyes widen in realization and fear.
He takes his blade and slices lightly into her throat. His eyes close as he revels in the sound of her screams. She touches her throat gently and pulls it away coated in blood. A confused look crosses her face and she turns to the side, wincing in pain as the wound tears further. Her hand reaches out for the token the fell when he pushed her to the ground, and the blood from her fingers runs through inset lines of the tree.
The cannon sounds and he jumps off her body. The rest of the mentors stare at me and I realize that my scream is echoing across the room. I reach for the blue sketch book, the scene seared into my mind and allow the drawing to form on the page.
I leave the control room, and head back to the training center and up to the seventh floor. Johanna is frozen in place staring at the TV screen, shocked at the death of her first tribute. I slip past unnoticed and enter Savvy's room. I touch everything even though none of it is really hers.
Johanna searches near the entire building looking for her fellow mentor. After checking the control room, the Pink Flamingo, Eve and her room, she finally enters Savvy's room.
The sheets are stained the unmistakable deep red of blood, Eve lies dead on the bed pale, tear streaks running down e her face and coated in drying blood, a knife from the dining room lies at her side, and a final drawing sits at the foot of the bed.
A dark drawing, entirely of pencil. A pale hand reaches forth touching a small round object on a string, a tree engraved in the center holds the blood of its recently dead owner. Two drops of fresh blood lie of the page glistening red over the pale forearm in its last movement before death.