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Day Five
Leo Decar's POV- D10
The sun burns my face. When I sit up, my collarbone aches. I think I broke it. I slowly stand up. My arms are burned, too. Stupid sun.
There are a few other tributes with injuries as well. I think about killing some of them, just to be merciful. After all, we are stranded in the desert. But then I realize I have no weapons. And I don't feel like strangling them to death. I keep walking until I get out of that barren landscape and into a jungle. I'm grateful, so grateful for the moist air and shade the trees provide.
It hurts to walk (the vibration of my feet hitting the ground sends pain into my collarbone), but I keep going. I don't notice anything around me. There are probably tributes hiding right next to me. I'll probably be dead by this afternoon. But no one comes, snd that's good, because I wouldn't be able to run away.
I should be more alert. I know this. But I can't. Not while my face and arms are peeling and my throat's so dry it could be used for sandpaper.
I see beautiful flowers as I pass. Yellows, pinks, blues, purples, oranges, reds. All sweet. All growing.
I do a double-take. Growing? Yes, this plant is moving up rapidly before my very eyes. I figure this must be some mutant flower that grows rapidly and am about to move on when I see the plant wasn't growing. Not at all. It was pulling itself out of the ground! And now the roots are moving, carrying the flower toward me! It's... it's... running! Chasing me! I scramble to get away, but the flower advances. I see the petals open up, the teeth bared and ready to bite. To bite?
"AHHHHHHHHHH!" I scream as I do a skip/run over the roots and tangled plants. I trip several times, giving the flower time to move in. It never trips, and I think I'm going to be breakfast for this tiny blossom. It's now close enough for me to see the bright green liquid dripping from its teeth. Poison.
My collarbone pounds, but I keep moving. It turns out adrenaline does make you do things you could never do otherwise. Like outrun a tiny flower, for instance.
There's a broken branch by my feet and I swoop down to grab it as I pass. Once I've gotten a good grip on it, I whip around and come to a halt, catching the flower off-guard. I expect it to jump at me, but it stops as well. Then I see it moving, like a cat preparing to pounce. I don't give it the chance.
With a battle cry not quite necessary, I bring the stick down on the plant, causing a squeak to come out of its mouth. I bring it down again. And again. Until the deadly flower is nothing but a smushed plant that, just for good measure, I step on. Then, breathing heavily, I sit down on a rock to help my arms peel.
There you have it! The epic battle scene! Just kidding! Keep reading and you'll get to the real gore!
Willow Stream's POV- D7
I try to count all the remaining tributes on my hands. Nope, too many. But one name does keep popping back into my mind: Hatcher Robeson. He's twelve, and I'm fourteen, but I've been having trouble getting food, and if he's made it this far alone, I want him as an ally. Not to mention he used to live in District Seven, and we've both lost a parent to a forest fire. He lost his dad, I lost my mom.
"Hatcher," I call in a hushed voice. Suddenly he jumps down from a tree, pointing a knife at me. I whip out my axe. "What do you want?" he mutters.
"Nothing," I throw my axe on the ground. "I want to be allies." He considers this a moment, looking me up and down.
"Okay," he says cooly. And just like that, I've got a twelve-year-old ally. Suddenly there are footsteps coming toward us and I barely have time to pick my axe back up before half the Careers surround us.
Blake Walters' POV- D4
We heard a scream and followed the sound. It couldn't have come from a fourteen-year-old girl or this little twirp, but we've found them, and now it's five to two. They stand back-to-back as we form a complete circle around them. Shimmer, Mace, Jesse, Austre, and I were the first ones up and running after the scream, so we're the ones who got to come. I still can't believe eight of us are dead in four days. That's nearly half of the Careers. Last year the final four was made up of all Careers.
Then the fight begins. It happens so fast I don't know what's happened until Willow is axeless and Mace is falling to the ground, his head split open. His cannon sounds. Then it's all dodging knives and axes and striking out at them. I thrust my sword forward and hear a sickening cry. Willow falls to the ground. Her cannon sounds as well.
Now there're four of us and Hatcher. Shimmer shoots an arrow at Hatcher and hits his stomach. "Crap!" she yells. I lunge toward him but he sends a knife flying towards me. There's a crack as the blade opens my skull, and the last thing I hear is my cannon before the world goes black.
Shimmer Star's POV- D1
"You're gonna get it you little brat!" I yell and grab Blake's sword. He weakly holds out another knife, but I can tell he's dying from the blood that's soaked his shirt and runs onto the ground. Jesse steps forward, but I hold my hand up.
"No, I got it," I say and step up to him. He swings his arm and cuts a deep gash in my arm. I kick him and he collapses on the ground. Then I crouch down next to him and whisper, "You almost made it. Almost. Too bad. I guess you want me to kill you now." His gasps get heavier and more rapid as he struggles for air. I know he's suffering. I stand up and stretch my legs.
"Too bad." Then we walk off toward the camp. We've just come into view of the Cornucopia when I hear a cannon and know he's gone.
"We heard four cannons. Who's..." Alicia trails off when she sees the three of us return. "Who'd you get?" asks Jess.
"That Willow girl and Hatcher." Jesse says and sits down with a "humph."
Amaryllis Field's POV- D11
My head aches from exhaustion and starvation. The twins were moving A LOT last night and I didn't get any peace. I'm sitting in some singed grass, lying on my back, holding my stomach. It's about mid-afternoon. The girls haven't kicked all day. Suddenly I'm worried I've miscarried, but that worry goes away when the silver parachute comes.
I rip it open and find a picnic basket. FINALLY! Inside I find a tureen of hearty beef and vegetable stew and a loaf of District Eleven bread. I force myself to pace my eating and swallow 1/4 of the bread and stew, then wrap the basket up in the parachute and use it for a pillow as I take a nap.
Lavender Jones' POV- D3
I followed Leo out of the sun and into the jungle. Once I was safely hidden in the trees, I stopped following him and went in the opposite direction. I walk for a while, then lean against a tree and pause to rest. There's a vine swaying in the breeze next to me, and fr a second I can't think of a more peaceful time in the Games. Then she drops down, sliding down the vine like a poll.
"Genevive," I say. We sort of knew each other before the reaping, and then got a little closer during training. But then we went our seperate ways after the gong. I thought we'd be dead before we saw each other again.
"Hi, Lavender. Long time, no see."
"Yeah. Five days does seem a lot longer in the arena."
"Five days? I didn't know it'd been that long. I thought we were still on day three!" We share a small laugh. Then I blurt out before I can stop myself, "Do you want to be allies?"
She's taken aback. "W- what?"
"Yeah. I could consider us as friends. And we could break it off later. We could help each other. And if I had to choose an ally, it'd be you."
She's quiet for a long time. Then she says, "Okay, allies," and we shake on it. Then she gives me some fruit she's collected and a couple pieces of dried apples. She also has a full bottle of water that she's re-filled at a stream not too far away. We both settle in a large tree-branch as the sun sets and the faces show in the sky. First, Mace Andrews-Ajax, then Blake Walters, then Hatcher Robeson, and finally Willow Stream. Four deaths. I can't even count how many tributes are left.
Doon Wainright's POV- D8
I've just closed my eyes when something lands on my stomach. I can barely make out the gleam of the parachute in the moonlight. I find a little basket inside, and inside that is a fork, a nine inch knife, and ten strips of beef jerky. "Thank you," I whisper to whoever is my sponser and tuck the knife in my boot and the fork in the other. I keep the beef jerky under my shirt and have dreams full of food and forks.
Points:
I'mALittleCinna:
Lavender Jones- 125
Skye Wilder- 125
Zea Dillum- 125
Beau Atkinson- 125
Charity Jackson- 125
neb88:
Doon Wainright- 100
zorack1995:
Axel Kahmari- 110
Zark Prometheus- 85
Leartus Thatecus- 85
Magnum Harron- 85
CharmyXcream14:
Shimmer Star- 95
Turq8:
Nan Weatherall- 95
Headmund:
Blane Audy- 105
Leo Decar- 105
Skywriter5:
Alicia Evans- 95
kitresskat:
Kaeit Grey- 95
Pynnelopi:
Lara Lynn Case- 90
Nightfall12:
Austre Mason- 105
Jess Malice- 105
Rachina:
Amaryllis Field- 65
Alacia Odair- 90
TwiggySpazz:
Jesse Tame- 90
Anonamous1:
Tara Lyn Ruben- 95
Becky Barnes:
Avery Davis- 90
Queen of Conspiracies:
Zenia Weissman- 90
primrose98:
Genevive Hawkins- 95
Lani Tuckerson- 95
ButterflyBliss8:
BeBe Collins- 90
KiwiRawr:
Derek Rathburn- 105
Ollie Prevo- 105
LawAndOrderSVUAlways:
Katryna Aden- 90
Pearce Shaw- 90
Ryker Hawk- 90
Daryll Lamat- 90
LuvUrself:
Belva Hunt- 90