DAY TWO
Nate Morgue (D11)
The faces appear in the sky. First of all comes Tess, the girl from eight. I wonder what happened to her, she seemed so nice, but the next one is an even worse jolt. The tiny twelve year-old, Lusa. What kind of psychopathic tribute killed her? She was so sweet and innocent, I have no idea what happened, all I know is it better stay that way or the tribute might end up on the wrong side of me. What about my district partner? It's a fifty percent chance she's dead now. That's not good, I was starting to enjoy Ree's company. She seemed actually quite nice, not another innocent life slaughtered needlessly. I just hope it isn't her, if I don't win I want her to now because my family and friends will be showered with gifts. Then the boy from twelve pops up. I stare at him for a second and then the logo replaces his face. Ree's still alive, Tess, Lusa and the boy from twelve are dead all in one day. I wonder if the careers got them all or if it was someone or something else. The thought sends shivers down my spine and I look at Willow and Mitchel as they stare at the sky. I notice Willow is crying, as does Mitchel.
"Are you alright?" We ask at the same time and then glare at each other. That creep is really annoying, it's only for Willow's sake I'm putting up with him, she seems to think he's a worthy ally. The stare into the distance and let Mitchel look after Willow, that's what she wants. But instead a few minutes later she calls my name.
"Nate, can you come here Nate?"
I edge by her and look around. "Where's Mitchel?" I ask her and she looks down guiltily.
"I sent him away." She says guiltily like a naughty puppy.
"Why?" I ask her and she looks up at me, her eyes huge and melting. I suddenly get a wobbling feeling in my stomach, the kind I get before I'm sick. Before I can do anything Willow had grabbed my head and has her lips pressed to mine, entangled in an embrace. My hands flail around again. I shove Willow off me.
"No, no, I've got a girlfriend," I protest.
"You said you didn't KNOW!" Replies Willow and she leans in again. I struggle, I don't want to hurt her and yes, I am attracted to her a bit, well, quite a lot really, but I have Bella back home. I try to prise her off me but she's just not budging.
"Willow!" I grunt but she grips my long hair and ropes her hand around my back, kissing me full on. I can't breathe clearly and I just don't understand, now how am I going to look Bella in the eye if I get back again?
Mitchel Rye (D10)
I skulk into the woods. What does Willow mean 'go and look out for some tributes', that's just ridiculous, why doesn't she send Nate instead? Nate and I are both fourteen and Willow's sixteen but that isn't stopping me from liking her. Who wouldn't really, she's funny, cute and independent as well as hot and pretty clever actually. Willow comes from my district as well, whereas Nate is a district eleven. I try to banish her from my thoughts but it's not working, what a place to fall in love, the arena, at least I think it's love, since I've never experienced it I wouldn't understand but I can pretty much say that I am sure that is what it is. You know what, I'm going to go and tell Willow how I feel about her, there's no point hiding it.
I stomp back towards the camp and am about to burst through when I see a horrific sight. Nate is kissing Willow – my Willow! I feel anger boil up inside me, only Nate and Willow have knives but see one lying around. Nate has one tucked into his belt but Willow has just left hers lying around. I slowly creep forward and pick it up, Nate will pay dearly for this, forcing himself on my Willow!
I charge forward and stick the knife in Nate's shoulder. Willow screams though, instead of Nate anf jumps up at me, scratching and kicking. Nate is staring blankly at the knife embedded in his shoulder and Willow is on me, trying to hurt me. My Willow, trying to hurt me? What has Nate done to her? I push her aside and charge at him again but Nate is up this time. He throws a dagger at me and I duck, it flies into the trunk of a tree, narrowly missing Willow.
I lunge on Nate, grappling him to the ground. I try to get my hands around his neck but he's too fast for me and knees me in the lungs, winding me. He rolls over so he's on top of me and throws a punch at my face, making my nose smash to one side and I scream in agony. My nose is sticking out at an odd angle and I can see most of it through my left eye and it has completely disappeared from my right eye's vision.
Nate raises his fist to punch again but Willow grabs it. Dear old Willow, loyal to me as ever. I smile happily at her and Willow tugs a struggling Nate off me. I smile happily and go up to Willow and plant a kiss on her cheek.
"I know you'd choose me." I say but I am greeted by a sharp slap on the cheek from her. My face stings and I look at her, wounded.
"You're lucky I saved your bacon!" She hisses at me and her face has returned to its usual complexion from its ghostly white look before. I turn to Nate who she is still restraining.
"You force yourself on her again and I will kill you!" I hiss angrily at him, the look he is giving me is livid.
Nate doesn't reply and Willow looks at me distastefully, though obviously that's all for the cameras, the look is obviously one of longing.
"You should gather some berries now Mitchel. I will tend to Nate's wound." Willow says firmly and I open my mouth to protest but she glares at me and I go off, leaving Willow to help Nate.
Twira Hearthright (D2)
Ever since I entered these games I've known the lot of careers we had was bad, but not this bad.
"How many?" I screech at them, their faces dipped low.
"One? One out of three, and not even a half decent one either? You got the runt from district twelve. I just can't believe how useless you are!" I screech, "Do you know that it means that the girl from nine died at another tribute's hands because of you, you imbeciles!"
They hang their heads but Lainey pipes up. "So you only got the nerd kid from eight then?" She asks, "Well you were so much better than us then!"
I stomp so close to her I'm almost breathing in her face. "I don't respond well to sarcasm!" I hiss angrily and she mutters a quick apology.
"Rod and I killed all the tributes we found, a hundred percent, you three, yes, there's one more of you, you only killed a third of all the tributes you found, A THIRD!" I yell at them.
We all got back to the Cornucopia an hour ago and I have decided to debrief them before we go to sleep. "What I have heard has appalled and disgusted me, I wouldn't be surprised if a non career tribute won this one, I wouldn't be surprised if I wasn't here!" I yell angrily, how much do they think they can get away with? I survey their faces, Rod is standing firmly behind me, if all of the tributes were like him then I wouldn't complain. Then there's Destiny, she's acceptable, she didn't get her tribute which I am surprised at but I guess she was just unlucky. Then my eyes fall on Lainey and Shale.
"Lainey and Shale will take watch ALL night alternately and if one of them so much as closes their eyes on their half I will personally decapitate them very slowly!" I yell, Lainey opens her mouth to protest but Shale nudges her and she keeps silent, good, at least they could work out that bit themselves.
I glower at both of them and then go off into my tent. Only one of us has our own tent and that's me obviously. My brother warned me that it would be hard but he didn't put leading morons in the job description. What do they think they're doing? I sigh and clasp my head in my hands, Scythe and my mother will be watching me, I have to stay strong. I fiddle with a small knife I keep in my boots and trace it around the outline of the tent, being careful not to cut anything. I sigh as I let my stress pour through the knife and out into the tent surrounding me. It's a form of meditation my brother and I developed, you get a knife and pour your emotions into an object, banishing them from your body. I grit my teeth and do it again. There, I feel about as relaxed as you can be when someone could try to kill you at any moment.
I roll my eyes around their sockets, weird but it works. Then I sink into the sleeping bag and pull my arms tight around my chest, as if to protect myself from the world outside. In a split second decision I push my knife back into my boot and position my hand right next to it so I can draw it in a few moments, just in case.
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