Chapter 8
We boarded the elevator and rode in silent. Soon hearing the ding of the doors open, showing the other tributes already waiting. I sat by Clove, shoving District 3 to the ground, though he was a cute boy, I wanted to sit here. We talked about knives and wrestling. Old times when I was with her. One by one people were called and soon it was my turn. I walked into the room with confidents. "Show us what you've got," One of the gamemakers said, a little bored. I smirked because as he talked I snuck the knives behind me. On surprise I through one of the smaller knives into the apple he was eating. Connecting to the knife was a small wire, I pulled back and caught the apple in my hand, taking a nice bit out of it. I threw it to the ground and pressed a button that had the word "move" At the moving targets of people popped up and began moving. I gestured a Avox to come to me, whispering in his ear to move some of the extra targets behind the gamemakers. They were to intrigued into what I was doing to see the Avox putting targets randomly between them. I smirked as I pulled out my knives from random parts of my body, throwing it and aiming and the moving targets, sometimes if they were close enough taking the knife back out and slicing their heads off. And right at the end when they all flattened back to the ground I threw 5 knives at the hidden targets among them. They all jumped, spilling drinks and making food fall to the ground. I then gestured for a volunteer to come forward, one shy game maker stepped onto the mat and I smiled. I wresteled him, easily tackling and pinning him to the floor, snapping his neck. I looked up, horror glowing in my eyes. And on impulse I ran up to the half wall that separated us and climbed up it swiftly, jumping over it to join them. I walked around and collected a bunch of their fruity drinks, soon walking back over to the training mat and tipping them together starting a huge fire. I looked at them and winked before jumping into the fire. The moment I touched the ground, I fell through the trap door I planted there and landed outside the room near the elevator doors. I smiled with please and got on the elevator.
Back in the room, they watched her jump into the fire and soon she disappeared, and so did the fire. They saw the crying game-maker in the middle of the floor. He was perfectly fine, only a couple bruises that were slowly fading. They all gasped in amazement.
I hadn't gone straight to my room, I went up to the roof to breath fresh air. It was nice, also hearing the people scream for you, people partying, the music, the costumes. It was a nice life. I thought my simple life was great but this life, this was better. And the only way to get it was to win. But eventually she had to go back to her room. The score's were about to be released. i saw how Cato and Clove both got 10's and hoped i got the same. Will got an 7. Not bad. And then my score came up, 11. I grinned largely. But then faded as I got the same score as the girl from 12. Damn them! I will kill her when the time comes. 2 more days I think to myself, 2 more days. I smile at the thought.
I go to my room and sleep in till the sun rises, hearing my mentor coming into my room. I turn over to see him approaching me and jolt up, grabbing a hidden knife under my pillow. "What the hell!" I scream, throwing down the knife, slipping of my bed and hugging him. "I'm sorry I was just testing your reflexes," He laughed as he hugged back. I slapped him lightly on the head, "Liar you just wanted to scare me," He blushed lightly. He told me to get ready and meet him downstairs so we could talk about the interviews tonight. So of course I went to the bathroom and got ready in a matter of minutes, slipping into a comfy short cotton dress and meeting the mentor for breakfeast. I had cheesey bread with egg on top and a vanialla nog with chocolate melting shavings.
"So are you going for hardcore?" I nodded. "It'll all just come to me, I don't know if I should also play helpless. We'll see." I saw before taking another nog. "Be you," He smiles before seeing my styling team drag me away. My actual stylist the old man had other men actually drag me out, sperating us to. They threw me into a cold room and tied my hands together. I sighed. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to.. . stab you. I just wanted to make an impression," I say and he nods. " I know and you opened my eyes. I have the greatest dress for you," He sounded cunning. He danced over to the closet and pulled out the dress. I smiled at him, I agree.
They stroked my eyes with shadowy white with black and gold sparkles all over me, my hair tied up and braided around. My dress was short, a tight white corset with frills around the rims, black feathers hanging around my legs carelessly. I wore neon pink heels that wrapped around my ankle with diamons going up the sides. It was a little glamerous but hey being a farmer can be sexy.
I watched the people who went first intently, seeing how the crowd cheered at certain responses. Being sexy, strong, awing at love, sympathy. And then it was my turn.