I sighed and closed the girls eyes, grabbing my pan and standing up. I decided it probably wouldn't be smart to continue down the road so I turned around and went the way I came from.
Agpkagpkagpk
A scream worked it's way up my throat, and got stuck. I swung my pan at the boys head, but he merely deflected it with his arm. I continued to back away as he continued to come closer.
"You really are a pathetic little girl, aren't you?" He sneered, before laughing and slashing at my face with his dagger. I gasped as the tip of it caught my cheek, ripping down.
I tried to hit him again, and screamed in frustration as I missed. Again.
There was an odd whistling sound from above us, and I looked up.
A parachute.
Oh please God, let that be for me.
I looked back at the district two boy, and he looks from the package on the ground to me.
I turn quickly and sprint towards the box, with him hot on my heels. But he's much larger than I am, so I'm faster. My legs may be short, but they don't have much to carry. I get there first, by merely seconds. But I don't stop. I grab the box and continue running while forcing it open.
Inside lays a meat cleaver. The shiny metal material twinkles up at me, and I grin. Grabbing the Handel, I stop and swing it out as I turn around, and it connects with the unsuspecting chest of district two.
His eyes grow wide as I yank it back, and bring it down again, this time where his shoulder connects to his neck. Blood spurts out and he screams like a little girl, falling over. I stand over him and take it out again, raising it over my head and bringing it down one last time. Blood spurts up on my face, and I clench my eyes and teeth. The cannon goes off.
When I open my eyes all I can see is my new cleaver sticking out from his skull, and the thick red blood filling the street. I cringe as I pull out the large knife.
There's only five of us left.
GPOV
"Do you think they'll interview us?" Posy asks excitedly. There was only five tributes left, and somehow the Smith girl had made it into that group.
"I doubt it." I grunted.
Posy frowned.
"Why wouldn't they?"
I sighed. "Because we aren't her family or her friends." I say, only to be interrupted by a knock on the door. Posy squeals and rushed forward, throwing the door open. There stands a camera crew.
"We're here to interview the Hawthorne family."
You've got to be kidding me.
APOV
I study my new weapon as I lean against a wall far from the bleeding body.
The handle is smooth, new, shiny. So is the blade. It looks nothing like the meat cleavers at home in color or newness.
I'm so caught up in my thoughts of home and meat cleavers that I don't notice the water rushing in, until it hits my feet. I squeal in shock. If I thought the arena was cold, then this was way worse. I scrambled up, using the wall to get on my feet.
I look around. The water is pouring in from between the walls and buildings. So I do the only natural thing.
I scream and run away.
Like most people in twelve, I have absolutely no idea how to swim, so if I get caught up I'm done for.
The water continues to fill the streets behind me, and I can see that it's pushing my towards the cornucopia. I can see water from the opposite side rushing forward too, and then I notice the doors.
They're thick metal, going up almost all the way to the top of the arena. And they're closing.
Fast.
So I run faster. And faster. Until I'm running so fast I might trip, and all I can think is:
You're not supposed to run with cleavers. You're not supposed to run with cleavers.
I slip in between the thick metal doors as they are about to close, and some water spills in after me before they slam together.
I double over and place my hands on my knees, trying to catch my breath.
Three more doors close around the city center, and I look around.
There's the girl from four, the boy from one, the boy from eleven, and Sam.
How did I forget about him?
And we're all trapped in here.
The boy from one turns and starts battling with the girl from four. They came from the same direction so they must have been fighting before the water came. Sam and the boy from eleven share a look before those two start fighting too.
As what do I do?
Stand there in shocked, scared silence.
A blood curdling scream echoes around the square, and my head whips so fast to the left that I hear something pop. I cringe and look over to where the boy from two had drove his sword through the girl.
My eyes grow wide and I swallow thickly.
None of them seem to have seen me yet, otherwise he would have tried to kill me next instead of joining the fight with Sam and the dark skinned boy.
I look around, trying to figure out what to do.
In the cornucopia lays a long, sharp pole, both ends ending in points. So as quickly and quietly as I can, I run over there and grab that, before climbing up one of the buildings next to the fight. It groans and I gasp, hoping to everything that it won't collapse. I quickly jump to the next building, and then bellow me is the boy from two. I take a deep breath and throw the pole down as hard as I can, and it hits him on the back.
What I didn't expect, however, was for it to go completely through him. I gag, and almost fall off the beam I'm standing on.
Sam and Eleven look up, and then back at each other, and back at me.
Eleven quickly slashes Sam's throat, and I scream.
He then proceeds to climb the building as well, until he's on the same beam as I am.
I continue backing up, knowing that in running out of wood to stand on.
I unlatch my cleaver from my belt and aim. I barely miss his head, but that doesn't help me, does it? I curse and look around for any sort of weapon. I look down and see that some of the beams end in sharp broken metal.
Looking up I can see another metal bar that seems sturdy enough. So I wait for the boy to get closer, and at the last moment I jump up and grab the bar, kicking him as hard as I can in the chest.
He holds onto his balance momentarily, before toppling over.
I hear a sickening crunch as he lands on one of the broken pieces, and a few moments late the cannon goes off.
I sigh in relief and look around, before realizing that I'm the only one left.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I present you the winner of the 73rd Hunger Games, Aces Smith." The commentator says.
My head swirls, and I have to sit down on the beam so I don't fall off too.
A hover appears from a spot in the ceiling, and it releases a black rope ladder. I shakily reach out and grab it, and am shocked when it locks me in place.
The ladder starts going back up into the hover, and then I'm in the middle of doctors rushing around and grabbing my arm and fingers and my face.
The last thing I see before I black out is the real sky through the windows.
It's just as dark and murky as it was inside.