Sorry for the cliffhanger. I'm carrying on from it so if you haven't, for whatever reason, read the previous chapter.
Marik's PoV:
I am sorry for this thrashing boy. He tries all he can to break out of the net, even though he knows it is hopeless. I am sat when my plan comes to mind. Plan A- thrash everyone and win- has failed. Time to try Plan B. I grab my watch and begin twiddling away at the clasp and find it. Plan B. A sharpened blade hidden in the clasp and I say to Talon, "I can get is out of here" and a smile plays across his lips but "there's a catch." and I whip out the blade. A hovercraft overhead waits for either my death or to claim me as an Avox. I must help my friend. I reach over to his net and make a cut along the thick, strong rope. Then, my own. As I fell to the soft ground, I look up to the hovercraft and say "I admit my fate for the crime of sneaking in an object that can do harm. Take me away.". Another net- this time of steel- picks me up and I yell to Talon, "Goodbye, my friend." and that is the end of me in the Games.