"Where did you find that, Cami?" Flitter asks, her eyes glued on the weapon.
"It was deep in the Cornucopia. You had to look for it to find it. Do you want to show this baby to our visitors?" Camilla asks, making her way towards the other campfire. I move closer, just enough to see where she is going. She took Flitter along to, probably, hold the other one down.
I hear Camilla's voice talking to the pair of tributes. It was District 11's Neal and District 5's Skylar. I inched closer, staying at our camp. What was she going to do to them? Flitter held down Skylar to the ground while Camilla started up the chainsaw motor. It roared and Neal was its victim.
The chainsaw found its way to Neal's skin. From what I saw, the chainsaw's blades went into his calves first. Blood splattered everywhere, including Camilla's face. Skylar screamed for her partner. Her high pitched scream scared away the birds hidden in the trees. Flitter put her boot on Skylar's throat to stop any noise from coming out. The blades dug deep into his calves. His screams of agony were heard throughout the arena.
I placed my hands over my ears. The motor and screams were too much. I closed my eyes, not wanting to see any more suffering. At least I killed my kills fast with just a little pain. Camilla is dragging this out. This is just as painful for me to watch as it is for Neal going through his death. Suddenly, warm hands were placed on mine. I turn my eyes and see Quaid put his hands on mine. The noise went down in my ears. I could barely hear his screaming anymore.
I leaned back against Quaid's chest, wanting these moments to be over. Camilla kicks Neal's corpse and turns her attention to Skylar. The chainsaw is still running, blood all over the spikes. I couldn't see Skylar's face, but I know she was terrified. Flitter held Skylar down while Camilla placed the blades in Skylar's flesh.
Skylar's death was quicker than Neal's. When the chainsaw stopped running, two cannons fired. Quaid released my ears and I uncovered them. I wiped my eyes and crawled into the sleeping bag. That's enough death for today.
When I wake up, the fire is nothing but burning embers. The sun was in the sky, but it was early morning. Everyone was getting ready to find more victims. We washed our weapons clean of blood and made Devin stay at the camp. "If anyone comes to steal our stuff, kill them with this." Lucifer hands him the curved sword I found yesterday.
"Let's find a lake or any source of water. They would, more likely, be there." Flitter suggests. We agree and head out.
We walked for hours and still didn't find anyone. We talked it over and Quaid said I should have this kill, if we ever reach someone. We found moss and moist landscape, but we couldn't find any water. We didn't mind; we already have enough water. The sun started to go down when we saw a figure. We hid behind bushes and saw the figure sit down on rocks. As we inched closer, I noticed it was District 7's Faith. What was she doing alone?
"Okay, Jada." Camilla places a knife in my hand. "Work your killing magic." I nod as I stand up. I look straight ahead and got myself ready to make the kill. Faith patted her hair and looked through the forest. I raised the knife above my head, ready to throw. It left my fingers and hit her back.
"HEY!" A male scream smacked the air. I barely had time to react when District 9's Omar tackled me to the ground. "You insensitive bitch!" His fist hit my cheek and I let out a scream.
"Quaid! Camilla! Flitter! Help me!" I scream between punches. What was Omar's training score again? Five? How can he expect to kill someone who has twice his training score? Blood flows from my nose as Omar is tackled off of me. Flitter helps me up as I see Lucifer beating Omar up.
"You think you're tough?" He yells in Omar's face. "Nice job protecting your partner. Look at her. She's dead!"
Lucifer snaps Omar's neck and his cannon fires. "Is District Seven dead?" Flitter asks me. "I didn't hear her cannon fire."
"Neither did I." Camilla says. They all look at me, the girl who threw the knife at Faith.
"I'll go check." I say. I walk over to her corpse and feel her neck. Her pulse is still there, but faintly. I grab the knife from her back and stab her heart. I'm so sorry. I'm not a killer. I can't shake those thoughts from my head.
I make it back to the group when her cannon fires. "Good job, District Ten." Lucifer sneers. "I guess you can kill. Clean up your face. We need to get back to camp." I wipe my nose on the back of my hand. Cherry red blood stains my skin. Lucifer, Camilla, and Flitter walk ahead of me. I follow them, my head down. I'm not suited for the Careers. They are going to kill me in my sleep.
"Don't worry, Cowgirl." Quaid says, wrapping his arm around my shoulder. "You did great. District Nine had nothing on you."
"Are they going to kill me?" I ask. Quaid stops and looks down at me. I hate being five feet tall.
"Not at all, Jada." He says, wiping blood of off my nose. "You are a strong fighter. You know what we should do?"
"What?" I ask, hoping he hand would stay on my face.
"Get rid of Lucifer."