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Okay, jeez, fine. You only need to ask once. So here is is: The death of the dude who had his throat ripped out by Enobaria. Suggested (Not once, but twice) by and dedicated to Manawyrmz. I would never ignore a suggestion. I just get a surprisingly large number of such and get backed up. Maybe I will post all that I have now...
Retritus Revel (Age 16) male – District 5
I try to swallow, but I find myself struggling to complete even that simple task. My hands are sweating ferociously, and I can't stop moving my fingers, as if such movements will give me some omnipotent strength. My eyes glaze over and the sinuous branches of the surrounding forest blend into an unrecognizable mesh. I snap back to focus. The Career girl stands across from me in a position fit for a professional fighter. That is what she is, after all.
In my district I am, or was, the strongest wrestler. I hold an unnaturally strong build, both tall and muscular, without much effort. At sixteen, such is a gift. That is what my parents told me. They said that I had a chance coming into the Games, not as trained as the Careers, but I have natural talent and an ability to learn. I am well feed enough to not be dying of starvation, but I still know how to be hungry. I am lucky. I hope my luck withstands against this girl: This freak.
She is as muscular as I, if not more. Her muscles bulge around her exposed arms, and she looks more like a man than a woman. I'm starting to question whether she is a girl. She takes a firm step closer, still maintaining her form. I do the same. One lunge and I can have my arms wrapped around her neck in seconds, which is, if my arms can fit around her neck. But this is a dance of timing, I have to wait, one wrong move and I could die.
I am tired though, I had killed the girl's partner but moments before. She had barged through the trees just in time to see him fall with a broken neck. The only advantage that I can see in my favor is the outfits which we were shoved into. Guys wore white, loose tops that strung up at the front, breeches, and boots. Girls wore sundresses, and sandals. They even had these floppy sunhats to match. It was all very strange and very odd clothing. I wasn't sure how she is supposed to fight in that outfit, even if it is now torn, sandal-less, and hatless. As a male, I have the advantage.
The sun is high, directly over our heads. Pounding on my hair, making the red strands heat up in waiting. The girl – or guy, as I think – is narrowing its eyes; we have been standing off for more than ten or fifteen minutes. Neither sure whether to make the first move. I'm about to lunge when the girl speaks, "You wouldn't really kill a girl, would you?" I stop, frozen. It was the first time I heard the girl talk, and her voice was as sharp as daggers. But it had a melodious tune to it, and it didn't fit its body. I step into high alert. She was less than a meter away, and I knew that she would pounce any moment.
I give her a cocky grin that is filled with false confidence. "Are you sure that you are a girl?" I lunge for her neck. But she lunged faster. She grabs me by the shoulders and tilts my body. Her head tilts so her mouth is parallel to my throat, and I'm swelled in panic. I need to escape this hold and take control of the fight. I try to reach for her neck, but she reaches around me in what could only be a hug. I'm sure that she is just playing with me. She brings her head closer with her jaws spread wide. For a second, I think that she is going to kiss me. I feel her teeth on my neck, and within seconds, I feel a shredding pain.
I slowly collapse to my knees. I look up to the girl, and with an inhumane stinging in my neck, I see a surreal sight. My eyes dart in and out of focus, and I'm not sure if I am seeing correctly. A muscular girl with matted brown hair in a pink sundress, with blood splattered all down the front. In her maw is bloody tube-like piece of organic matter that I recognize as a throat. With a shaking hand, I raise my arm to my neck, feeling a bloody void that has arrived in recent moments. The throat was mine. A wave of dizziness washes over me, and I collapse into a pool of blood. Synchronized with the last beat of my heart is the sound of the cannon.
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