HEY!:D Garrett and I wrote this together in world history. god this is short..even when i put it on the site. yeah, whatever. i'm in a mood. better than yesterday, btw, but i just don't wanna worry over this chapter:P
The tributes filed back into the apartment building after the parade, still adorned in their various outlandish outfits.
Andrew glared at his tributes. "You two, upstairs. Now." He yelled at the two before regarding his fellow mentors tiredly.
Digo who had a wolf pelt draped over his shoulders just shrugged, draping an arm over Anna's shoulder and leading her to the stairs. "Well. He seems mad."
Marik was standing, drink in hand, and looking at his smug tributes. "Wipe those looks off your faces, you idiots, or would you like me to do it for you?"
Seth smirked. "We're going to win this thing." He announced proudly, crossing his arms and leaning back against the wall.
The crowded room of tributes fell silent at the sound of their argument just as Marik's hand swung out and struck hard against Seth's cheek. "Woopty-freaking-do. I'll read about you in the obituaries, kid." His voice was deadly calm as he uttered the next few words. "And you really don't stand a chance."
Hannah frowned, silently watching Izzy and Holt from where she was standing against one wall. The two were huddled in a corner. Hannah sighed, walking upstairs mindlessly. She strolled past Andrew's door which was open slightly.
"Why are you so calm?" Andrew's strained voice commanded, glaring at Digo who was standing across from him, crossed.
Digo chuckled. "If you knew what I do, you would be too."
Andrew's face was turned away from her, but she could imagine he tortured expression she'd seen on him so many times before. "And if you win?" What then?"
"Then I take Ann home. I love her and won't live without her." Digo answered, voice raising in frustration.
"Only one of you can leave the arena, Digo."
"Then I call all others and then myself." Digo answered, standing straight up from his seat, with a fire in his eyes. "Either way she goes home." He then stormed out of the room with no more words. He went through the front door and toward the court yard.
Hannah looked at Andrew with a raised eyebrow. "You gonna be okay there?" She asked, leaning her head against the door frame tiredly.
Andrew shrugged, looking away. "I hope the idiot does win." He mumbled before turning to look at her. "Then I'll never have to do this again."
Hannah nodded. "We all hope that." She answered, turning away. "Night." She called over her shoulder before running straight into Laney and Sammy. "Hey. Have you two seen Marik anywhere?"
"Not since he went off on his tributes." Sammy answered, frowning a bit as she glanced over her shoulder.
Laney nodded. "Last time I saw Middy, she was slumped over on the side of her bed sobbing." She mumbled, waving at Mary and Jordan who were walking down the hall.
"Have either of you seen Marik?" Sammy asked them, eyebrows creasing together.
"Yeah, I just saw him." Jordan began before Mary finished for her.
"He's by the drink cart."
A large crash echoes through the hallway. They all run to the sit of the noise to see Marik sprawled out on the floor laying in a brownish liquid with the distinct odor of scotch. "Didn't spill a drop…out of my glass!" He laughed and flailed his legs and free hand wildly with exhilarating joy of the feeling of alcohol running through his veins. They picked him up from his laughing fit on the floor with a roll of the eyes. He looked down at the floor and saw the mess. "Is there any way I can drink that?"
Another crash not five feet away sounded triumphantly through the halls, claiming another with alcohol. Mike is sitting down in a broken table lying crumpled on the floor as if it's his throne. "I am the leader."
"Of the loony bin." Hannah said snidely which startled everyone but the drunks.
"Rather rude." Mike retorted.
"Yes, quite. I must concur." Marik replied, causing laughter to erupt throughout the room. For once, during these dangerous days, everyone was able to laugh.