Chapter 2.
Five, four, three. Aiming carefully, sweat brewing at my forehead once again, I threw the nail. It twists and turns piercing through the crisp air. All seemed to be in slow motion. Had I really just done that? The two careers, the ones I was aiming at, tilted their head and caught sight of it too. One jumped off the pad as far as possible but the ground beneath his feet blew scattering limbs everywhere. The nail landed. It too blew up the floor just like before, sending the district two girl flying. Limbs flew. We all stood in awe as another two mines shattered the ground beneath the district eights feet. Both lay dead. That meant, doing a few calculations, I had killed the district one boy, district two girl and both from eight. The explosions were unbearable, the noise almost unreal. As all became quiet, nobody moved not wanting to set any other mines off, just in case. The buzzer had gone long ago now but all anyone could do was stare at each other, not wanting to make the first move. I thought to myself, if that doesn't get me sponsors nothing will. To my surprise the first to move was not in fact the career pack, or what was left of it. But, in fact, it was Mercy. My friend from my district. Soon after her followed the district 12 boy and girl and then all was back to normal. A normal run into the cornucopia. Death. Cold blooded murder. I lost track of all that was happening and who was dying as I decided to join and run in. There. My eyes snapped onto a backpack and next to it a smallish dagger. Swiftly, running forward I swoop down and grab them both up into my firm grasp. Taking a quick glance around I noticed I couldn't see Mercy but I could see the dead district nine boy. It looked as if his neck was bleeding, and then I caught sight of it. The deadly weapon. Not a harpoon, but something that looked quite similar in size and shape. Yet not as deadly, the spear had cut right through the boys' neck leaving him to gargle with his own blood. Transfixed on the spear I realised I had lost track of what was happening again, it was all a blur. Arrows darted to and fro and knifes were flung. The snow, I forgot to mention in the heat of things, was stained a dark red. All of a sudden, I felt myself being pulled, pulled away into the pine trees. This was it. Death, already? As I fell over I quickly pulled the dagger up, protecting me. To my delight, it was Mercy, the useless Mercy. Although, not as much as I thought. "Quickly, quickly." Her young voice whispered. She is only thirteen, I am fifteen. Jumping to my feet, I follow after her, dreading on where we'll end up. Dreading how the 150th hunger games were turning out. Dreading how this year's quarter quell will finish.