OMG GUYYS! i amm soooooooooooo SORRY! i know i knwo, there is no excuse for the long wait, but school sucks with all the assignments and stuff...
again, im SOOOOOOORRRY!
i dont own the hunger games, so yea
and enjoy!
I wait in the Launch room. I'm nervous after they put the Tracker in me. I can feel it coursing through my body. Mags walk into the room, and my head whips around to meet her.
"Hey, boy. How do you feel?" she ask.
"As good as I can be before sacrificing my life for the enjoyment for bloodthirsty Capital people. Yourself?"
"A bit too warm for my tastes," I smile at Mags.
"Mags, before I die, what did you mean that loving Mayze will be salvation and my curse?" Mags gave me a sad smile and patted my shoulder.
"When you're in the arena, you won't be yourself. You'll go crazy, blood thirsty and animal-like. The only thing that can stop that from happening is love. Love will keep you sane, but the Game makers know that, and they'll use it against you. They'll turn it from something beautiful, to something that will tear you apart," Mags looks at me one last time and kisses me on the forehead.
"You're going to protect her. I know that much, but don't give up fighting. Okay?" Mags pats my cheek and walks away. I walk to the platform which will take me up. It lifts me up, and I see the arena for the first time. It's beautiful. For a second, I am taken aback by the beauty that it holds, but not for long. In a matter of seconds, my lips curve up into an arrogant smirk.
I look at my opponents. All of them are dazzled by the exoticness that the arena brings. Even the Careers are startled. I look to Mayze. Her eyes wonder behind her, but then she turns around with quick precision to look at the Cornucopia. The weapons that lay under it are deadly. They consist of knives, swords, maces and many more. My eyes wonder even further into the Cornucopia, and I see a blood red apple. The same type of apple that I ate during my Private Training Session. A devious smile tugs at my lips.
It's a sign. I know it is. The Game makers are telling me something. I look to Janice. Her face still seems surprised, and she is obviously still amazed by the arena. 30 seconds are left. I look to Mayze again, and our eyes meet. I nod my head in Janice's direction. Mayze looks to where Janice is and nods. She understands me. She knows that Janice will be one of many to be too distracted to get off the platform.
20 seconds. My hearts starts to beat fast. This is it. This will either be my death, or the beginning of my torture. My eyes drift to Connor. A smug look is on his face. He has a plan. I tear my gaze away from him. I focus on the Cornucopia. I know the plan. Grab a pack and a few weapons, and then run to Mayze and Janice. But the thought of the apple sits at the back of my head. I know something is there. Something that is obviously important. I bite my bottom lip. Once more I look to Mayze. Run, I mouth.
10 seconds. I won't go to the apple. I know I won't survive if I do. I'll just grab the nearest pack and leave.
5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Run.
My feet move automatically. I don't look around for Janice or Mayze. My eyes stay focus on what's ahead of me. A few feet away is a lime green pack. It's bulky, so there must e something good in it. I turn around to run away, but something stops me. The apple. I see the apple shining above a large box. I silently curse myself, and I run to the apple. I dodge the bodies that surrounding me. I look to my side, and I see Mayze. She's running to get to Janice. I look down and see another pack. I pick the pack up and throw it to her. The pack lands a few feet in front of her. When she picks it up, she looks to me and I nod. She runs to Janice, and I run to the mouth of the Cornucopia.
I spot the apple and I grab it. I examine the apple for just a few seconds before a brutal boy tries to stab me. I swerve around the blade and kick him in the stomach. He falls to the ground. The boy rolls around the floor in agony and another girl walks runs in and cuts his throat open. His cannon fires and the girl charges at me as well.
I use my pack to shield myself as the girl plunges the knife into the pack. Her knife gets stuck, but she abandons it. She hits me square in the jaw, and I punch her back. There is no time to feel guilty about hitting her, because she soon lunges at me. She tackles me to the ground and we roll on it for a few seconds.
The girl is on top of me now. Her hands wrap around my throat and her grip tightens. I can't breathe. My hand wanders around the ground for some object to take her put with, and the first thing I can find, I hit her on the head. It's the apple. Confusion fills me, but there is no time to think about it. I find my pack and pull out the knife lodged into it. I slice her throat, and the sound of her canon fills my ears.
I grab the pack, the knife and the apple and get the hell out of there. I see Connor fighting mercilessly with the weak girl from Six. Soon, the girl falls to the ground, her sword falling a few feet away from her. She tries to crawl away, but fails. An evil smirk tugs on Connor's lips as he plunges his sword through the girl's heart. I hear a loud and pained filled scream. I flinch, but continue to run. I reach the jungle, and take one last look back. Lying on the ground surrounding the Cornucopia are dead bodies. Blood has painted the ground. Only a few people stand confidently in front of the Cornucopia. All 12 Careers, Connor, and another brutish girl from 7.
In the distance, I see the young 12 year old boy slowly crawling away. Connor sees him, and spares no time plummeting his sword in the back of child's neck. The last canon fires and I squeeze my eyes shut. The horror of the Blood Bath dawns on me. I killed someone. I killed a child. I killed the girl who I recognize from Training. She was the girl who always had a cheerful smile on her face. She was the girl that scored a 5. She was the girl that talked about her little sisters at home, how they needed her, and how she was going back. I killed an innocent child
But she killed the boy, the voice at the back of my head screams.
But only to survive.
You only killed her to survive! I shove away the voice in my head, and begin my search for Mayze and Janice.
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