I probably should be studying for the four tests I have tomorrow... but hey! Procrastination is the main quality of an IB student^^
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This idea was given, therefore dedicated, to Fishpony!!!
Paracias Alter (Age 16) male – District 3
The possibilities that the arena offered gleamed of the metallic surface of the items strewn around the junkyard. I knew the instant that I was raised in front of the Cornucopia that there was an endless possibility for weapons. My mind was racing with the options, and now I held in my hand one of the very things I had thought of that first day. My finger lied loosely on the trigger of my hand-made machine gun.
We still had to check out if it worked: We being me and my district partner Talilie. We decided to climb down from the skeleton of a car that we used as base and go to the valley of the trash heaps to try out my weapon. The plan we decided on was to shoot some cans to make sure that it worked. I had a different plan. I was going to shoot at Talilie on the second shot.
It's not that I am a traitor. Well, actually if you look at the definition I kind of am a traitor, but I don't mean to be. Well, no, I do mean to be. But that's not the point. There are only seven tributes left. I would just tell Talilie that it is time to separate, but then she might be killed by another tribute. I don't think that she deserves the death that they will give her, so I figured that a bullet through the head will be the fastest end and the least painful for her.
I am sitting on a metal trashcan now, readying my weapon. Talilie is still in the distance, setting up the can for the test fire. I can see that she is ready, because she starts sprinting back to me. Talilie has always been the faster one. At school, no one can beat her in a race. She comes to a halt beside me and whispers, "Ready when you are, Captain." I grin at the silly nickname that she gave me the first day in the Training Center.
"Ready. Start the countdown to victory, Pilot." Her fourteen-year-old grin expands with delight. At least she is happy in her last moments. I carefully aim the gun at the can that she set up one hundred and fifty yards away and wait for her order.
"And in: three, two, one, fire!!!" I pull the trigger at fire and the blast almost sends me off of my perch on my trashcan. The noise is still echoing through the dunes of metal when I recollect myself. I look to where the can had rested and see that it is there no longer. I can't help but smile at the fact that my machine works. I look to Talilie and see that she is still grinning. She turns to face me, "I'm going to set up another can. Good shot, Captain."
I watch her sprint in the distance and search for another can. I ready my shot. I'm about to aim when I hear the bark. I freeze. The thought flashes through me with the echo of the noise: Guard hounds. Talilie is running back to me now, and I know that she recognizes the sound. I'm still frozen, but her movement jolts me back to life. We need to start climbing. So I do start and I drop my gun in the process. I know that Talilie is fast enough to pass me even with my head start.
The way the mound works, you have to find a specific path up. If not, you might get cut if you go to fast, or you might fall down the whole mound. Talilie and I found only one path to the car that we made our home. I needed her though; there was an elevation that was nine feet up: You had to have two people to climb it. She would have to sprint the one-hundred and fifty meters to the head of the trail and then sprint up the path to escape the hounds. I'm one-fourth up. Unsurprisingly I turn around to see Talilie close on my tail, and the hounds sprinting across the valley towards us.
"Get ahead of me, Talilie!" I call, and I see her stray from the path for a few seconds to pass me up. She quickly takes lead of me. While I'm painting she isn't struggling. We have made it half-way up now. I turn around to see the hounds at the base of the heap and for a second I feel relief. Then I see that they are starting to climb. They are slower than Talilie, but faster than me. But I was almost to the landing.
I pick up my sprint and meet a frightened Talilie at the base of the landing. I skid to a stop and lean down on my knees, a familiar routine, but the speed allows the metal scraps to dig into my flesh, drawing blood. "Get on my shoulders, Talilie."I feel the weight of her feet as she steps onto my shoulders, and I shakily stand up. She grabs onto the ledge and heaves herself up. The weight is released from me. She flips herself around to help me out. Her eyes go wide.
"Paracias!" She screams, and I make the mistake to look behind me. I turn in time to see the first of the hounds jaw impale my ankle. I make an attempt to reach for Talilie's outstretched hand, but it's too late. With an unnatural strength, it drags me to the rest of the pack, were I am made into their next feast. The pain rips through me, and I hear Talilie's heartbreaking screams. I know she can do nothing. I close my eyes and I hope that the end come soon. I think of the painful death that I was trying to prevent for Talilie.
Hope you enjoyed the chapter!!! Thanks to Logical Guesses, WritingIsLife8, snowhiskers, LunaPadma, Manawyrmz, and Clara for reviewing my last chapter!!! Read and Review, it gives me happy moments in my homework filled life!!! So much homework... On the plus side I have an ACCA day and a three day weekend coming up!!!
