Stay Sharp

Panda13216

It's not that I thought I didn't care for him, but I thought that I could stay away from him, so I wouldn't break down when he dies. My stomach clenched as I told myself that. He will die, because I will survive, and I'm sure that Victoria, Emma, Gia, or Ryn will live, not him. It just won't happen, not everyone goes out with a Katniss Everdeen victory.

We were ushered off the stage almost as soon as we got there. They pulled us all off our horses and brought us behind the satin curtains. There we were all shoved into an elevator, where we were packed in like sardines. I was next too Zyleen and Pearl, which wouldn't have bothered me but Zyleen was flinching with every breath. I needed to figure out why, and if I didn't it was going to kill me in the arena.

When the elevator stopped on the seventh floor, we both pushed our way through the other five sets of tributes. Our area was small and made mostly of wood, but modified with a Supernatural touch. I took notice to the salt on the windows, and the bottles of Holy Water running in the bathroom. I'm sure that Zyleen noticed more than I did, but he wandered off before I could ask him.

My bedroom was the furthest down in the hall. The bed sheets were black with a pentagram on them, and there was a huge set of books lying on the floor. I did have a laptop though, which would be useful if the entire training building wasn't disconnected from the outside world.

I glanced around the room, looking for my outfit I was to wear. It was on the desk with the laptop, where it sat gleaming in the dim light of my room. It was a plain black suit, with tight long sleeves and tight knee pants. I had black tennis shoes to wear, and a hair tie to hold my hair back.

I swiftly changed into my outfit, just hoping that Zyleen hadn't changed as fast as I. I hoped he was in awe of all the technology here, to which I was too, but I had other things to do. I ran out of my room to find Zyleen walking out of his room at the same time. His outfit looked close to the same as mine, but his had a pentagram sloppily painted on the back. I think mine did too, I pulled my arm up to my chest to see, yes, I had one as well.

"Hey Zyleen!" I called out to him. He turned his head to me, and his shaggy hair partially concealed his eyes. He tilted his head and looked at me, before I noticed something I'd rather not have noticed. Since his shirt was short sleeved, I noticed the deep bruises and cuts on his arm. Each time he breathed they contracted, telling me these were engineered cuts, not normal cuts. "Are you okay?" I asked him.

Zyleen nodded. His large pupils went small, and not even shaggy hair could conceal that. Simply put, smaller pupils is a touch that only Winchesters have when their lying. He's not okay, I can tell, but he's not allowed to tell anyone. Zyleen took a couple steps closer to me before spinning on his heel and walking out the door.

I followed.

He was much too fast for my liking, and even though I consider myself fast, I just couldn't keep up. He slid into the training building, where there was a mass of people and I was to never find him again. I burst through the doors anyway, finding that my suspicions were correct.

The entire place was crowded and covered with trainees and trainers. I think it would be best to get my Winchester and Novak D.N.A in me before I begin to attempt training. I can already wield an axe, climb trees and swim well. I think I need to learn how to banish mutts, use Supernatural powers, and even more amazing stuff that would be more useful than what I already know.

I sprinted toward the Supernatural section, which would be the best area for me to be. A lady was sitting there, she looked exactly like Anna from Supernatural. I'm guessing she had plastic surgery to be here. She looked up at me with her brown eyes and deep red hair.

"Are you ready?" She asked me. I nodded. "It will be painful." She finally finished, quietly running her finger atop a needle on a table. I nodded again. "Okay, I'm Anne. Sit down here and we'll do this."

I followed Anne's instructions. She began to mess with a thick, large needle, giving me goosebumps up and down my arms. She sighed herself. "Okay." Anne pulled up my sleeve before pressing a cold cotton ball on my arm. I gave a light gasp. "Ready?" I was ready to burst in tears, it was scaring me how she held the needle to my skin so creepily.

I held my breath.

"Three." She put the needle on my skin. "Two." She positioned her finger on the plunger. "One." The cold needle pressed into my pale skin. I gave a small cry. It was as painful shot, and many people looked at me. Though I wasn't the only one screeching like a owl.

When Anne finally pulled the needle out, my senses were tingling. Whenever I looked around it was like people and items were being scanned, and I was told that they were human. Well, just a couple, especially Victoria and Rich seemed to give off a strange vibe.

For now, I would just assume that they were human and not mutts made by the capitol to stop me.

Just for now.

They would live.

Just for now.