Enigma Fenn (13) D1F
I am going to kill myself right now. Just take off the toilet paper and out I'll bleed. It would get him to shut up! Super Star was outside the bathroom, knocking on the door over and over again. I was absolutely not having it. He was ticking me off, yelling out taunts. I wanted to jump outside and kill him, but the worst part was, his taunts were true. He just kept yelling out that I couldn't fight him, and I couldn't. At least, in a fair fight. The kid was an adult, and I was half his size. All I could do was hope he lost interest.
Or make it not a fair fight. Super yelled out another taunt, "Come on, Enigma! I thought you were a genius. Can't even take out some outer District kid? Get out here and show me what you've got, you coward!" I listened. I could follow his goading. He just really wouldn't like it.
First, I smashed the beautiful, full-sized mirror on the wall. It hurt me to do it, but I had to. I wrapped my hand in another thick layer of toilet paper and used my shirt as a tourniquet around my waste, ditching the old one. Then I stomped the glass a couple of times. It made a bunch of tiny shards and almost became a powder. I picked it up and put it on the sink. After that, I grabbed onto the top of a toilet and threw that on the ground. That one I also smashed a bunch, but I left it in front of the door. Super hadn't come into the girl's bathroom yet, but I didn't doubt that he would.
I picked up one shard of toilet glass in one hand, sweeping the mirror dust off the sink and into my free hand. Then I yelled out the door, "Shouldn't a little girl stand a fighting chance? At least let me out of the bathroom!" I knew Super was cocky. He had done nothing but flirt and tick people off during his whole time in the Arena. "Make it a fair fight," I said, knowing he would take the bait. And he did. I heard him step away from the door, and I walked out of the bathroom.
Super ran toward me. I reached my hand up to my mouth and blew. A cloud of glass particles flew toward him, getting in his eyes and face. I knew they wouldn't come out easily and, most importantly, they would slow him down. Super didn't know how to fight, so they entirely stopped him. I stabbed him with my glass, then threw him into the bathroom, where he landed on more glass. He yelled in pain, still rubbing his eyes, and I knew I had to milk my momentary advantage for all I had. Even Super wouldn't fall for a trick like this twice, and he had to die for me to live.
I dropped to my knees, using the fall to get some extra force for my jury-rigged blade. It went right through Star, and he gasped. I didn't let him catch his breath before I stabbed him again, then again, then again. There was blood all over the blade and my hands, but I didn't stop stabbing until his cannon fired. I wasn't about to risk letting him get back up and have a fighting chance. I was going to win the Games, even if I had to stab him thirty times.
When I stood up, I looked at my work. First, I took Star's shirt. I didn't like being shirtless. Then I washed my hands. The blood wouldn't come out of the shirt, and it wouldn't totally leave my hands. They were actually stained. I tried to pretend I was shaking from pure adrenaline, from the rush of the kill, but I knew that wasn't in. When I was in the stall, I had thought I was dead. When I opened the door, I wasn't sure I was going to win. I was up against somebody twice my size. I should have died. But I was still alive.
Before I could leave the bathroom, I had to use it. I was surprised I hadn't peed my pants. Super should have won. The thought wouldn't stop echoing in my mind. I knew I didn't really stand a chance. In words, I could destroy Tiger. I even know how he was most likely to attack me. What did that really mean, though? He could just keep coming. I could avoid him, but if I couldn't kill him, I couldn't win. He would find a way to kill me. I was just a sitting duck.
I sat in the bathroom for a long time, washing my hands and trying to gather myself. I knew I would have to leave at some point, but I had caused a lot of excitement. The Gamemakers wouldn't come after me anytime soon. And I really had to gather myself. Some tears trickled down my face when I looked again at my handiwork. I had been so terrified that Super would take me out. I had kept my cool and gotten the job done, but it was scary. Instead, I did everything he could have done to me, and I did it worse. He could have killed me with one stab, but not only did I kill him, I killed him slowly and painfully. I was no better than the bear I had fled.
You know, I don't always have an ask and ye shall receive motto, actually. But, I do rarely back down from a challenge, and Platrium challenged me to kill Super Star interestingly so... Ask and ye shall receive.