Enigma Fenn (13) D1F

I didn't know how long the Gamemakers would let me stay in one spot. Nobody bothered me in my room for a while, but I knew it wouldn't last. That had been one of the things I had scanned the Gamemakers for: Patience. I felt like I had a day, maybe two, before I would be forced to move. I intended to take just one day, so I would be able to take a slight risk and avoid any extreme danger the Gamemakers could throw at me. The Games were just a strategy, and I was making a strategic move.

My plans were interrupted by a simple thing, that being boredom. As much as I knew the importance of not moving, it was hard to do that. I wanted to fidget a little, make sure I stayed as fit as I was. I wanted to walk around and explore this beautiful Arena, with all the gorgeous dresses and fancy artwork. I wanted to go on a hunt and get rid of some of the remaining tributes. There were eighteen in total, which meant twelve other than the Careers. I wanted to do anything other than lay underneath a bed, but I couldn't let myself get up.

Little by little, I could feel the boredom overpowering me. I started to fidget, and I started to wriggle. Finally, I had to admit that moving wouldn't be my worst idea. If I was fidgeting, I was noticeable. If I got up, did something, and hid, I would be still again. Checking the mirrors one last time, I shimmied out from under the bed and ran to the bathroom as quietly as I could. I quickly relieved myself, then washed my hands, deciding what to do with myself after that.

I took a drink from the faucet, knowing how dehydrated I had to be. I had been sitting under the bed for long, painful hours, and I didn't drink anything. I let myself drink for a long time, watching the mirror while I drank so nobody could sneak up on me. Then, I decided to take the plunge. Walking over to the fruit bowl by the bed, I picked up an apple. Then, I reached up to it and took a bite. It was real, much to my relief. I ate it all, knowing I couldn't afford to leave any behind. I even ate the core.

Then my break was over. I had spent a long time out from under the bed, and I knew it had been unwise. I should have set myself a specific time limit. Still, the past was in the past. I went under the bed again, pretending I wasn't anxious about what I had done. People could have seen me. People could have gotten notes about me. It was crazy unlikely that anyone other than the Careers was worried about me, but it was still possible.

Lurking under the bed, I learned that the Careers didn't have to be the worst of my worries. I heard a rumbling in the hall, far louder than what a human could make. The rumbling got louder and louder, and I realized that I had to get out from under my bed. It was an obstacle if I was attacked. I checked the mirrors one last time, only to see a huge, four-legged beast coming towards my room. I knew it was a bear after a second of considering. Then I sprinted.

Frick I cannot fight a bear who can fight a bear? I knew good and well that there was no point in fighting. I dropped everything I had and sprinted out of the room. The bear followed me, but it seemed only mildly interested. I could only hope it would lose interest. It batted me once, leaving a huge gash across my side, but I knew it could have hit me harder. I was grateful it was playing with me. That could just let me get away.

I reached the staircase and sprinted down it. When choosing between the Careers and a bear, I chose the Careers. I figured they wouldn't be willing to attack me when a whole bear was following me, and it was a risk I absolutely had to take. I was looking around for any place I could hide, anywhere at all. I ran from room to room again, slowing down more and more as I kept bleeding, until I saw an absolute godsend.

There was a bathroom. I ran into it, panting desperately, and locked myself in a stall. I hoped and prayed that the doors were strong enough to hold off the bear, then took the toilet paper out of its container. I pulled off half the nasty stuff, then wrapped it around my side. It wouldn't do much, but it just might keep me alive, and that was all I was looking for.

In the Victorian era, taxidermy was big. Bears were also big. Ta-da!

This wasn't part of the original plan, but how much chaos will this cause?