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Chapter 10- Wishing for Death

The gong rings out and I am in a daze. Running, sprinting away from the terror with nothing. Nothing! I stop and back track back into the Bloodbath. I hide behind the Cornucopia to wait out the massacre. I need something, anything! I can't survive in this death game without water or food. I need a weapon. I feel sick as I watch blood and guts spill everywhere. I can't watch innocent kids get murdered by other children. I have watched the Games my whole life, but it never seemed real, just animated or robot-like. Now, blood splattering near my face, blood stained ground, and the smell of death all around me, this is a new, real feeling. It's indescribable.

I try and block out the tearing and clunking. I close my eyes and try and disappear. One, two, three, four…..it isn't working. I can't get my mind to wander when I could be dead in seconds. I decide to survey my surroundings.

I am in a desert. There are two different kinds of desert, burning, hot, dehydration type deserts and snow and blizzard deserts. The arena is split exactly in half. Snow on the right, deathly-hot on the left. Currently, I am well hidden in the snow to the right of the Cornucopia. I still see weapons and bags in the middle that the Careers haven't seen yet, because it is covered with snow. The killing seems to be winding down and I need to think of a plan.

I don't have one.

I pry my brain and all I can find is terror.

So….

I am going to wing it. I am faced with life or death and of course, I have no plan. The cannons start to ring and while the Careers are preoccupied with listening to the death toll, I dart out and grab a blue backpack, a water bottle, and 2 axes. I would grab more but the Careers are turning around. I start to run away but a trip over the huge pile of snow that has just magically appeared in front of me. I fall, flat on my face.

I might as well just tripped off a cliff.

The Careers are after me in seconds. I am faster than them, so in theory I should be able to sprint and get away from them, either hiding myself in the rolling sand hills or the snow.

But of course, the odds aren't in my favor.

I am tripping on random snow piles that appear out of no where and I seem to have a personal blizzard keeping me from seeing straight. The Careers are literally on top of me before I can run ten yards.

How ironic, President Snow's granddaughter is going to stain the snow blood red with her death.

The heavier girl, the one with a spear in her hand, pins me down. She is the blond -haired girl who asked me to join the Careers.

"Stinks you didn't join the Careers when ya' had the chance, doesn't it?" With these words she stabs her spear into my toe. I moan in agony.

"Tone it down Roxie." Rachadier says.

Roxie, District 1. The girl who has a huge crush on Rachadier.

Roxie steps back and let's Rachadier take control. My life is in the palm of his hands.

The Careers take me to there newly set up camp. It is in between the cold and hot sectors. The camp is exactly in the middle. The other Careers have been setting up the camp while Roxie and Rachadier chased me and tortured me. I have endured what felt like hours of torture by Rachadier and Roxie. My forehead is cut and there is a huge gash across my arm. My lip is swollen and bloody and my foot is screaming from where Roxie's spear impaled me. I am a wreck. They tortured me, but did not kill me. No, they are to evil to let my pain cease. They tied me up in the snow section. My hands are tied behind my back and around a snow-filled tree about ten yards from the clearing where their camp is set up. They have four tents pitched around the weapons and food spread out in the clearing. Two huge fires are lit broadcasting there ominous location. They don't have to worry about attackers though.

I start shivering from pain and cold when a massive snow pill from the tree I am tied to lands on my head.

The Careers are laughing and screaming in the camp like we are at some type of party. They are acting like we aren't in a game of death.

I am bleeding out.

Why are they keeping me here? I should be dead. It's the freaking Hunger Games.

I find myself wishing for death.

I am here for two days. Torture and humiliation are all that I receive. The only food and drink given to me is enough to keep me alive, but not enough to make me feel alive. Surviving and living are two completely different things. The only thing that keeps me from killing myself, from taking my life away and ending the pain and suffering, is the plan that is brewing inside my brain.

I think it's time to put my plan into action.

I quickly relocate the hidden camera located in the lower part of my tree.

I whisper as silently as possible to the camera, "I have a plan to get out of my…situation." I have to trust the capitol wants a good show. "I need you to hold Rachadier's cannon. Hold it until I escape." I wink. I am really putting to much trust into this. When have they ever held a death cannon before.

I whimper loudly. Rachadier always checks on me when I am in pain. He is my guard.

Rachadier looks up from his make out session with Lantana, the tribute from District 9. She has natural black hair that runs all the way down her back. It is just like my hair except mine is dyed. Lantana is vicious. She can throw knives like that girl from District 2 in the 74th Hunger Games, Clove.

I think Rachadier has a thing for girls with black hair.

Rachadier motions to Lantana who pouts and goes over to Roxie and sits down.

He struts toward me.

When he crouches next to me I can't help thinking of how gorgeous he really is. He has light brown hair that falls over his forehead and striking brown eyes. He reminds me of Jacob. I miss him so much. I wonder if he is still alive.

My heart aches.

Head in the game Chinzie.

"What's wrong Chinzie, are you hurting. You are so beautiful. Mmmm, maybe I could make the pain go away. Make you forget. Nobody is watching… how about that kiss, hmmmmm?" He smiles seductively. Every other time he has asked this I have said screamed no and kicked him in the shins. He has returned my blow with a punch in the jaw.

This time I smile and lean in and kiss him.

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****Hunger Games-Alexander Ludwig****