~4:32:00 PM~
Fawn Blackshot (D10)
Idiot Numero Uno isn't the stealthiest person. He ends up stomping on the only freaking stick in the whole freaking arena. Way to alert the lovebirds. Both their heads jerk up, startled.
12 leaps right into action. He pulls his girlfriend to her feet and then takes off. She still looks a bit shocked, but she turns to follow. She races after him. Let the chase begin. This has to end with a death. At least one of 'em, if not both. Hunter charges head on. Nimbus and I veer to the sides, hoping to maybe cut 'em off.
The girl stumbles slightly, but that doesn't really slow her down. Too bad she isn't exactly the fastest person. We are quickly closing in. Boyfriend is far ahead. So much for a Romeo/Juliet "let's die in each other's arms proclaiming our undying love" scenario to make the Capitol bawl their eyes out, it ain't gonna happen.
Nimbus and I pull up parallel to her at the same time. He nods quickly, and then swoops in. His sword slashes out, slicing the back of her legs. She screams and falls on her hands and knees.
"ROCKO!" she screams. The guy is so far away now, but there's no doubt that he can hear her cry.
Hunter finally catches up, "Rocko!" he mimics in a high pitched squeal before dropping back to his normal voice, "He's not coming back, girly. Deal with it."
She looks up and glares at him, "You don't know that..." her voice falters a bit at the end. Poor thing. If this wasn't the Games, I'd have a bit of a heart now. But it is, so I don't.
He crouches down next to her, knocking her onto her back. She winces and a faint whimper escapes her lips. He slowly draws out his knife. The red stained blade glistens in the sun, the girl's eyes widen in fear. She screams again, "Rocko!"
Hunter rolls his eyes, and drags the point of the blade up her stomach leaving a red trail. She screams piercingly.
"Just do it quick," I say. I might not have a huge heart, but I don't like seeing her in complete pain!
"Fawn, you are a big baby, ya know that?" he mutters, just slowing down. Tears stream down the girl's face and she's biting her lip so hard that it's bleeding. I can't watch this. Killing is one thing. Slow painful deaths are something else entirely.
I turn my back and take a deep breath. I can't stop from hearing though. She whimpers. Hunter laughs. Repeat. Then thud. Nimbus cusses, then groans. What the heck?
"Dammit Ali! If we survive you owe me BIG time! Ya hear?" a new voice. I spin around quickly.
Boyfriend has Nimbus pinned, face down in the dirt. Didn't expect to see 12. He must really love her.
Hunter stands up quickly, knife in hand. Boyfriend stands up, driving his heels into Nimbus's back. Hunter charges and he dodges out of the way. They start circling.
"Rocko?" the girl barely whispers. I take the quickest look at her and wish I hadn't.
"Yah," Boyfriend mutters, "Who else?" Hunter lunges forward. "Don't distract me!" She sighs. She doesn't have long and by the looks of it, neither does Boyfriend. At least his "rescue" will make it easier to take 'em both down.
Nimbus scrambles to his feet. I grab my dagger from my belt, it has better control for this kind of situation. 12's eyes are completely focused on Hunter. Bad move there. I attack him the second his back is to me. I don't stab though, and looking back on it, that was stupid. I slash diagonally from his right shoulder all the way down to his opposite hip. He howls, yes howls, in pain and turns to me.
He mutters something under his breath. It sounds like, "Damn guilt", but I can't be entirely sure. His eyes flash to the girl. Just in time to see Nimbus drive his sword through her stomach.
"Shit!" he mutters. He scans us for like two seconds and then turns and runs. I don't ever think I've seen someone scurry off quite like that before.
"Did he really think that he could save her?" Nimbus muses, turning to pursue him. The girl's cannon goes off.
Hunter grabs his shoulder, "Don't bother. He's not gonna make it far. Let's get someone else."
I stare after him. Of course he's gonna die due to blood loss. It was a decent wound, if I do say so myself. If he doesn't die 'cause of that, it'll be 'cause of infection. Or I can go all sappy and say he'll die of a broken heart. Ha. There ain't no way he'll last a few hours. Though, we should put him outta his misery. That's gotta hurt bad.
"Let's get out of here so they can remove the body," Nimbus suggests motioning to the girl, "Who's next? Wanna find Juno?"
~5:08:47 PM~
Lock (D9)
This isn't going as planned. Not at all.
That girl had to come and join us. I didn't think it was a bad idea. But no, Nilick had to lose it. Then I lost him. Now I'm alone, figures. So much for a power alliance to take out the competition.
A cannon fires. Hmm...that would mean, final twelve. Halfway there. I only have eleven cold blooded murders between me and life. I look up at that clock. Only seven hours left. Well, let's try to get them all killed by 11:30. I'm not a fan of cutting it to close to the end. I'd rather not die if there's only one other person left and mere seconds remaining. That would suck.
There's one little problem with this arena. I have no idea who's left. In past Games, they always showed pictures of the dead in the sky at night. In this one, they haven't. The only people I know for sure are dead is the District 5 guy and Nilick. And that's only because I personally killed them. Guesses at who is dead would include 4 girl (I witnessed that one), 11 girl (I think Fawn might've got a final blow after I left), after that, I have no idea. It could be anyone.
I'm gonna play it safe and assume the whole career pack is still intact. That would mean both of District 1 and 2 along with Fawn. So it's five strong. I give it another couple hours before I'll search them out. They've got to be close to splitting, if they haven't already.
Time to track down the weaker tributes. I don't have anything against them, it's just that everyone else needs to die. Sorry.
After walking around awhile I find my target: the skinny kid from 6. He's a goner.
I sneak up behind him. Once I'm close enough, I just tap him on his shoulder, to get his attention. He literally jumps a foot into the air before turning around to face me.
"Hey kid," I say casually before grabbing his skinny neck with both hands.
If he wanted to reply, he couldn't. I shut off his air pipe pretty quickly. He kicks and struggles, typical. And then he tries to pry off my hands, again typical. Then he just stops and holds still. He isn't dead yet though.
He feebly moves his hands around. I watch as his already pale face goes even whiter and almost blue-ish. He's at death's door. His hand flies out and smacks me in the face. It sort of stings, but I don't let go. Finally, his cannon booms.
I let him go and he collapses limply on the sand. One step closer. I start to smile, but it hurts. My face feels frozen and swollen. No way that boy's slap broke my jaw. It didn't hurt that bad, I've had broken bones before. It doesn't hurt like that. It's not really pain, more numb.
My heart is pounding in my chest. This isn't right. No way is this right. My whole face doesn't exactly feel, but it's twitching. Yup, it's twitching; I'm not consciously moving my eye and forehead like that. It's not guilt. I don't feel a thing about killing the kid. I'm a trained murderer, I don't really care.
The feeling, or lack of it, is spreading down my neck. I shake my head back and forth, trying to remove the tingling sensation creeping across my face and chest. This isn't good. I sit down and place my head between my knees. I feel like I'm going to hurl. My stomach is clenching up tightly; my heart is beating wildly. I close my eyes, hoping to remove the feeling.
This isn't good. I start to relax, the feeling isn't gone but I feel like it's slowing down. My heart returns to normal. But my lungs feel constricted, like there's nothing in them. I take large, gulping breaths, just trying to get oxygen into them. It doesn't seem to be working. I can hardly get air.
I check my pulse. Beat. Long pause. Beat. Longer pause. Beat. Even longer pause. Beat. Oh shit.
Deaths are coming now, huh? Final 10, baby! Maybe there will be a Victor after all...
D1 Nimbus Blaire, 17 ~ (Hunter, Fawn)
D1 Juno Bledsoe, 18 ~ (Zella)
D2 Hunter Shade, 17 ~ (Nimbus, Fawn)
D2 Lucinda "Lulu" Zede, 17 ~ (betrayed)
D3 Korrigan Valencia, 16 ~ (stabbed by Lulu)
D3 Allison "Ali" Blazer, 15 ~ (Nimbus drives sword through heart)
D4 Karawan Mariak, 14 ~ (Korrigan finishes up his revenge)
D4 Gunvor Nikila, 13 ~ (Korrigan slits throat)
D5 Raidon "Rai" Shimizu, 16 ~ (neck snapped by Lock)
D5 Avri Veen, 12~ (Killed by Gunvor)
D6 Hermes Groats, 14 ~ (Lock strangled him)
D6 Aina Fluoreste, 16 ~ (Stabbed with stars, courtesy of Fawn)
D7 Lion Raywood, 18 ~
D7 Myrta "Ta" Ambrose, 14 ~
D8 Nilick Jayti, 15 ~ (knife in back by Lock)
D8 Zella Shadows, 15 ~ (Juno)
D9 Lock, 17 ~ (poisoned by Hermes, just noticed he took out all of D9 huh.)
D9 Rowena "Row" Loxet, 14 ~ (nightlock administered by Hermes)
D10 Elihu "Eli" Lyndon, 14 ~ (fainted, then stabbed by Hunter)
D10 Fawn Blackshot, 18 ~ (Nimbus, Hunter)
D11 Van Walker, 18 ~
D11 Mayzie Olmec, 16 ~ (died of previous wound inflicted by Fawn)
D12 Rocko Warner, 16 ~
D12 Ariella Chambers, 15 ~