Enigma Fenn (13) D1F
I didn't do much for a while. I couldn't see how many days had gone by, nor could I even tell what time of day it was. The shower room was that closed off from the world, hardly any electric light and absolutely no windows. It was boring as all-get-out, but all I could do was hope and pray that the Capitol wouldn't mind. There was a chance I could raze down the Careers with my machine gun, but it wasn't a chance I was willing to take. It wasn't much of a chance at all. I was going to take a risk. I was going to be boring.
Little by little, my odds of winning increased, right along with my odds of dying next. The Careers were still hunting. I could hear the cannons firing now and then, signalling eight, then seven, then six kids left. Worst case scenario, it was me, one non-Career, and four Careers. Best, it was me, four non-Careers, and one Career. I hoped for the latter, but I knew it wasn't the case. Maybe one Career had died, if I was lucky. I could pray for two. But three was totally out of the question, and the outliers were dropping like flies.
In theory, the anthem should have been playing every night, but I doubted it. I was far more hungry than one day of not eating would allow, and I had a terrible headache. One day of not drinking couldn't hurt me that much. I figured there was something up with the room I was in, or maybe the anthems weren't being played anymore, but something was definitely up. I was going to have to move at some point, whether or not it had been three days. Thirst would get me before Careers could.
A light from the heavens shined down above me, momentarily blinding me. The sponsor gift I had been sent was blinking, like every sponsor gift, but it seemed magnified by how dark the rest of the room was, what with the nearly-burnt-out lights and closed door. I kept the package, hoping it would stay lit, even though the red light was eerie. However, the gift was more than light. The gift was a weird, pre-packaged meal, with meat and grains and everything, and a 16 ounce bottle of water. I had no idea how long it would last. Humans could last three days without water, but would sixteen ounces reset the timer? How long after the bottle could I live? Should I drink it all at once?
One thing was for sure: It was going to get me through the Games. With six tributes left, five outside of me, the Careers would finish off the last outlier and break pretty soon. The Four boy was unstable, Tiger was just a butthead, and I didn't know much about the Four girl and Two girl. I knew, however, that they were competitive, and they would definitely fight back when the Four dude and Tiger attacked them. It was in their nature to attack and defend as needed, and if they died, it would bring me down to two Careers to kill.
I thought again and again about the possibility that the Capitolites would find me boring. The only thing I had to think about was that and a plan for the Games, which I wasn't up to working on, even with half the food and a quarter of the water. I was just thinking over and over again that, despite my good odds, I would be down for the count if the Capitol decided I was. They could do a lot worse than a bear if they wanted to.
One cannon got me thinking. I would be forced out soon. Two cannons got me moving quickly. It was probably the Career breakup, maybe after they killed the last tribute. Whatever the case, we were in the top four, amazingly enough. I made my way back into the danger zone, trying to avoid the pictures on the way, jumping when I heard a third cannon. The Games were practically done, and I was going to finish them.
I had to move quickly, which was going to be hard to do with the heavy machine gun. I carried the crown with me, even though I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to use it, and slowly dragged myself to the staircase, which the Careers weren't at the bottom of. Yet, at least. I dragged myself down the staircase, still listening for any sign that they were nearby. They didn't come. I was making noise, but they didn't come. Either the Careers weren't the ones left, they were mid-fight, or they were just far-off, but I didn't really care. With only two contenders, it was time to take a chance, even if the chance was insane.
I pulled the machine gun into the Careers' camp, hiding myself the best I could under the desks. With everything around me, I put the crown on, slowly formulating a plan. Spiders. Useless spiders, too small to do any damage. They probably weren't even venomous, but I wasn't worried about that. Everyone hates spiders. They wouldn't stop a Career, but when someone saw spiders totally covering their fort, I knew they would slow them down.
With CTTS&ROTH being my last SYOT (until Mom updates me on her status, cross your fingers!), I now have twice the time to dedicate to this bad boy.
I was going to incorporate the thing from Spider-Man where he goes, "I'm Spider-Man. I'm summoning the spiders," to scare off some baddies, but I couldn't think of a good way to do it (seeing as Tiger and company would totally just behead her before she had time...)