Final stretch! Oh, graphic warning.
Talon's PoV:
I'm pinned to the floor. Blood runs from my arm as I glance at the knife that has run through my upper arm and impaled itself into the ground. Blood runs from the wound and it seems endless. I'm near the Cornucopia but too far to grab anything. I manage to pull out the knife but... arghhh!!! The pain seeps out like the blood as I watch my arm, from the cut down, fall off.
I'm pinned against a tree now, Alex's power and the pain keeping me powerless. My sword lies discarded on the ground as Angel picks it up. She flashes me a sadistic smile, flips her blonde hair and batts her dark eyelashes like an evil Brooke. A figure clambers out of the Cornucopia, confused. It's Jax, the tribute from 10. He's been well fed in the Cornucopia. But he's frightened out of his life. He has a spear. He aims it at Alex but he catches it and snaps the spear, then chucks the stick at Jax. Angel homes in on Jax, her smile wider than ever.
She grabs her sharpest knife and slits off skin from his cheeks, carving deadly patterns into him. She lets him bleed for a while. She shoves him in my face, letting me see all the gore and horror. His face looks like a bad sculpture, as though the artist was a newbie and had no reference pictures. His eyes are twitching slightly and show all the horror of the ordeal. Angel finally lets him slump to the ground.
He's still clutching the stick. It's going to break. He flings it in Angel's direction. She laughs as the stick hits her shoulder. And screams as the stick splinters into a thousand wooden bullets. She bleeds profusely, until the cannons rang. And Angel's dead.
Alex gets mad. So mad. My guess, he was planning a huge showdown after we died. He grabs Jax with his free hand and begins to strangle him. Jax's eyes turn glassy and roll back in his head, his hands tense and then become limp, his head lolls and
BANG! He's dead. It's me and Alex now. Me, the armless, unarmed bleeding victim versus Alex, the bull. I'm so dead. He stands over me, bloody knife in hand. He has a mad look in his eye. But I see pity, pain, a fighting spirit. It's kind of sad. But I don't really think of that as the knife comes closer...
To be continued...