Day 6: Morning to Afternoon
Sheila Carwell, D7
Mockingbirds began to sing their morning melodies, waking up Sheila to the early morning of day six. The sun was just starting to peak over the mountains and lighten up the desert arena. Sheila still had her sword in her hands, the sword the sponsors have given her. The whole weapon looked like it was dipped in solid gold, and a wood-carver was payed a lot of money to carve in the District 7 seal into the handle. The seal with a tree on it reminded her of home. She could just hear Jacob and Karrie rooting for her when she looked at her handle. The sponsors really want her to win these Games.
Sheila placed the sword on her lap and grabbed ahold of her hair. It was greasy and matted, and she really needed to bathe. Thanks to the really hot day yesterday, Sheila has done nothing but sweat and drink water from the lake. She didn't want to bathe in that water, because she may contaminate it. She didn't have any purification tablets and that was a chance she wasn't willing to take. Would her smell attract her predators? No, that is a stupid idea. The Careers don't have a heightened sense of smell; they aren't dogs. Sheila wiped the grease on her pants and placed the sword in her mouth to climb down the tree. She needs water badly.
When her feet touch the ground, she heads to the lake. Before the Games, Sheila didn't realize how much a human needs water. Actually, she has taken a lot of things for granted which she didn't realize until she was place in the death match. Water, friends, life, family. The Games don't just change you for the bad, they can change you for the better. She cups her hands and watches the water fill them. The water looked so clear against her skin. Handfuls after handfuls of water entered her mouth, refreshing her body after the long, hot day yesterday. She placed one more handful of water in her mouth before filling her canteen with water. Oh the clear water is a staple for life in the arena.
She looks to her left and sees a river emptying water into the lake. Maybe she can just rinse her hair out to get rid of the grease. She lowers her head to the water, seeing her reflection. Just a week ago, she was a pretty girl from a middle district, a girl who couldn't hurt a fly. Now, she looks like an underfed, dirty girl who killed a girl for her survival. What happened to the District 7 Sheila? Is she too far gone? No. Sheila is still Sheila, the girl who came from 7 and who will return. She is just about to dip her hair in the water before the water begins to ripple.
The ground quakes and Sheila stands to her feet. The shaking becomes faster and more violent, and Sheila lost her balance. She fell backwards into the water as she looked to the sky. The high mountains began to crumble and chunks of the mountains chipped away and are falling to the earth. Her eyes grew larger as boulder sized pieces of rocks fell. She needed to run...now!
Isadora Jolf, D5
"Wake up! Isa, wake UP!" Rye's screaming voice yelled to Isadora as she was awoken from her sleep. The ground continued to vibrate as Isadora shot to her feet, looking at Rye's widen pupils. His breathing increased as he grabbed her hand and he dragged her away from the falling rocks and boulders. They left their weapons behind to outrun the avalanche that is behind them. Rye's grip tightened on Isadora's hand as they continued to run away from their impending death. The Gamemakers obviously set this up for someone to die. Someone must die today, or all hell will break loose.
The boulders and rocks were zeroing in on Isadora and Rye. Rye screamed at his ally to run faster, but she couldn't do it. Her legs turned to jelly as they ran any further from the rocks. Isadora held on for as long as she could before collapsing on her back and inching away from the rocks. CRACK! A large rock landed on Isadora's leg and pinned her to the ground. A high-pitched scream escaped her throat as the rocks piled on top of her legs. The rocks stopped falling, but boulders and rocks covered Isadora's lower half. Panic sets in as she could no longer feel her legs. Her legs have gone numb under the fallen mountain chunks.
Rye rushed to his ally's side, holding her hand as she let out howls of pain. "Shh. Shh, Isadora. You'll be okay. I promise you. You will escape this and go home to District Five." Her screams dwindled into a soft whimper as Rye held her hand tightly. He runs his hand over her forehead and on her cheek, continuing to calm her down. Her eyes filled with tears as she looked to her healthy partner. He lifts up her head and places it in his lap. He runs his hand through her hair, smoothing it out as he looks into her gray eyes. Those gray eyes that caught his attention four days ago when he saw her hide behind the tree. Her whimpers have slowly turned into nothing as a cannon sounded. Boom!
"Who...who died?" Isa asked in a small voice, looking up at Rye. He shook his head, looking down at his injured ally.
"I don't know, Isa. We'll know later tonight." He whispered, leaning closer to Isadora. While upside down, his lips touched hers so slightly that it felt like nothing was on her lips. She gripped his hand tighter and kissed him a little harder. Despite Isadora's position, she felt very content in this moment.
Kleo Miller, D2
The rocks crushed the Cornucopia and Kleo is rummaging for anything useful that could be salvaged. Nothing looked like it could be saved. Everything was under the crushed metal and the rocks. Her eyes filled with frustration as she turned to her ally and her brother. "Nothing could be salvaged. Why didn't you two grab anything before the rocks completely crushed our camp?" Her voice rose in anger as she looked to her allies. Predator shrugged as he looked to Kleo.
"I didn't have any time to grab anything before the horn was crushed. Don't yell at me; yell at the Gamemakers." Predator said to Kleo as she went on her frustration rage. Everything, the food, the weapons, the water, was in the Cornucopia before it was turned into rubble by the avalanche. Kleo looked Predator in the eyes and moved closer to him.
"Don't you put the blame on anyone else!" She yelled as she shoved Predator to the ground. "You can't blame other people for your mistakes. Is that what you did back home? Huh? You blamed stupid spiders for your brother's death. Maybe he was too weak to come home! You're a bastard, you know that?" Caden picks Kleo up from her stomach and he moves her away from Predator before she could do any damage to their ally.
Kleo inches closer to the horn and realizes a sliver of silver is sticking out from under the rubble. It is the blade from a knife. The handle was probably broken off, but a knife blade can do as much damage as without the handle. Predator was talking to Caden as Kleo looked to her reflection in the knife blade. This little blade can do so much damage in such a small body. She looks to Predator, the boy who ruined the supplies, and quickly charged to him. She pushed Caden aside and rammed the blade into Predator's shoulder. Blood oozed as she pushed the blade in deeper. A scream of pain escaped Predator's lips and a glimmer of regret crosses Kleo's eyes. She lets go of the blade and falls back on her brother's chest. What has she done?
Predator pulls the dull blade from his shoulder, blood dripping onto his clothes. The blade was covered in blood, dripping to the desert floor and staining the ground red. He drops the blood-soaked weapon onto the ground and looks Kleo right in the eyes. "Listen here, Princess. We have survived to the top seven together. We will no longer be allies. I will leave right now and you will see me before you die, got it sweetheart?" Kleo nods and Predator runs off. Blood continued to drip onto the floor. The blood made a trail, but neither Caden nor Kleo wanted to follow him. Caden spins Kleo around and looks her in the eyes.
"Do you see what I am talking about?" He asks. "This is what we are meant to do: cause harm to others. What will happen when we get home? No glory will come from this." Kleo throws her arms around her bother as they sink to the ground together. What have they become?
The Fallen:
Ryan Yitch, District 6: Crushed by the avalanche
A/N: I FOUND SOME PLACE WHERE I COULD POST STORIES! My school library! :P We say good-bye to Ryan, but his time has come. Isadora is in 127 Hours position, what is your take on that? And... THIS STORY HAS GOTTEN 100 REVIEWS! Thank you for reviewing and reading this story. :)