*Drum rolls*

Here goes nothing... Enjoy...


Alicia swung her arm then, her elbow connecting to the Savannah's ear. Savannah cried out, more to shock than pain. Why wait any longer? Alicia could've killed her easily by now.

Alicia saw her bewildered expression and laughed. "Wondering why I haven't killed you yet?"

Savannah couldn't help but nod slowly, quite baffled.

"I need to give the audience a good show, don't I?" Alicia sneered. Savannah couldn't help but scrunch up her face in disgust. Didn't she know she was only a pawn in Hazard's little game, just like all the other tributes in all 75 Hunger Games? How could she care about something as trivial as giving the audience a good show? Doesn't she feel the icy tendrils of guilt clawing at her heart after taking the life of another?

Savannah felt a pang of pity for the girl laughing maniacally in front of her, wondered what terrible things had she went through during her childhood, wondered who had turned her heart into ice and shattered it into pieces.

Alicia had her knife in one hand now, throwing it around in the air and catching it effortlessly without harming herself. Savannah feared Alicia would miss and the knife would stab her right in the eye, so she couldn't help but flinch whenever the blade came too close.

Savannah felt like she had been doused by a bucket of ice cold water, quenching the embers of hope that was still flickering weakly inside her. She knew her chances of escape were getting slimmer with every passing second. Despite all that, the gears in her brain still turned, as she desperately tried to think up of an escape plan. She hoped her expression didn't betray what she was feeling inside.

Savannah gave a sharp cry of pain when she felt the cool blade slice the skin on her cheek. Alicia had decided to start. "That was for Silver," she whispered. Her eyes were distant, her expression pained. Whatever memories she had regarding said person must have been painful. But what could Savannah have possibly done for her to deserve such torture?

Another slice. Savannah whimpered. "For killing him, you jerk," Alicia snarled. That statement clearly sent Savannah into confusion. Killed Silver? She didn't even know who the guy was! She had only taken the life of one person, and that was Maver's. And soon, possibly, Alicia's.

"I don't know who he is Alicia, you've got the wrong person," Savannah said with conviction, though wishing her voice didn't tremble so much. Alicia's eyes cleared, and she blinked rapidly, as if coming out of a daydream. Her hold on Savannah lessened, and Savannah used Alicia's distraction to her advantage and shoved her off.

Alicia landed on her back, her right elbow propped up beneath her for support. She was shaking her head vigorously, as if trying to get rid of a horrible thought. Her eyes had gone wild with shock, and possibly fear. It was as if Alicia had turned into a rabid animal.

Savannah didn't just stand there gaping at Alicia; she sprinted to where her bow had flung off to when Alicia had tackled her. Her arrows had been scattered all over the place, and there was no way she could collect them all in time. Alicia would break out of her reverie soon enough.

Just as she thought that, Alicia's head snapped up. She still had that wild rabid look, but she was still sane enough to remember that the Carnival isn't over yet. That she had another prey to kill.

Savannah was mistaken to have thought that Alicia's knife supply was infinite. In fact, it had dwindled to 5, each blade seemingly made out of titanium, so elegantly built it was almost beautiful. Almost, if it wasn't for the fact that they would be used to kill her. She saw Alicia's hesitation at throwing them, saw her eyes flitting to the destroyed supplies box to see if there were any extra knives left. But the box was about 10 metres away from where the girls are, and Alicia knew that, with her bow and arrows, Savannah had the upper advantage.

Savannah had managed to pick up 8 arrows and placed them in the leather pouch strung to her back. She had tried to steer clear of the explosive arrows; the last one had been disastrous. She now shot off her poison arrow, aiming for Alicia's chest. With her quick reflexes though, Alicia dodged it effortlessly, rolling to the side and coming up kneeling on one knee before she gave an attack of her own. Savannah tilted her head to the side, the knife barely missing her ear. Blood still trickled down the wounds on her cheek, but she paid no attention to them.

Ahead, Alicia was sprinting full speed towards her. She seemed to have realized that her best chance against Savannah was fighting close-ranged. Her knives could handle both short and long-distances, but Savannah's arrows could only handle long distances. Savannah started shooting more arrows. One had somehow found its way to Alicia's left palm, and Alicia had to pull it out to assess the damage done. This allowed for another arrow to burrow itself to Alicia's left shoulder. The two wounds weren't lethal, unfortunately, but it did render Alicia's left arm useless.

While Alicia was advancing towards her, Savannah had scuttled backwards, trying as hard as possible to prolong the time it took for Alicia to tackle her to the ground again. It proved to be a stupid decision when she tripped and fell on her bum. By the time she had scrambled up, Alicia had taken one of her 4 remaining knives and was about to bring it down. Savannah sat there wild-eyed, bringing her right arm up reflexively to shield her head.

For the third time that day, the shield saved her life. It sprang up, and Alicia's blade connected with the surface. The impact left a hairline crack on the shield, and Savannah knew a few more hits like that and it would be the end of her unbelievably useful red bracelet. As a last resort, Savannah took out the hunting knife she had previously strapped to her belt. Though knife to knife combat wasn't her specialty, Zeus had given her some training and she had been quite handy with it. Of course, her skill won't be able to match up with Alicia's, but with her ribs still partly broken and her left arm rendered useless, Savannah had a pretty good chance of winning.

Alicia proved her worth as a Career, holding Savannah off with only one hand. Metal clanged against metal, punches were thrown, and both of them got multiple cuts and bruises all over their body. Had Alicia still had the use of her left arm, Savannah was sure she would have been skewered by now. Most of her moves were defenses, to keep Alicia's knife from inflicting a fatal injury. That in itself was difficult, as Alicia fought in the wildest way possible, clawing and kicking and biting.

It was by sheer luck that Alicia tripped over the roots of a particularly large tree that was jutting out of the ground. Alicia's legs give way, and she was falling, her expression showing incredulity. This was the moment each of the girls threw their knives, aiming at the other. There were 2 sickening squelch of metal burrowing deep into flesh, and then there was silence.

Savannah had been stabbed in the stomach, and Alicia somewhere in her chest. Savannah barely noticed when her legs crumpled and landed right beside Alicia. Blood pooled beneath her, warm and sticky. The only comfort she got was that Alicia's condition seemed worse. Already she was convulsing, froth bubbling out the sides of her mouth, eyes rolled back inside her head.

Savannah wanted nothing more than to end this fight, but she felt so drowsy, and she couldn't muster enough energy to move. Heck, she couldn't even keep her eyelids open much longer.

There was no sound of a cannon being fired, which probably means Alicia was still in a state of coma, her heart still putting up one last fight. Said girl looked pitiful, face covered in blood and grime, bags under her eyes caused by sleepless nights, emaciated body limp like a puppet without strings. Savannah wondered if it was merciful to end the other girl's life, thus ending her suffering. But had she the right to take another being's life?

Her fingers closed on one of her arrows that had been scattered all over the place. A poison arrow. Savannah made her decision then. Gathering every single ounce of what little energy she had left stored in her reserves, she plunged the arrow into Alicia's arm.

5 seconds later, the cannon sounded.

Savannah could hear the distant whir of a hovercraft. She was barely aware of Hazard and his minions walking towards her. She couldn't help but smile.

"I did it Drake. I did it."

Pretty soon she'll be out of the arena, in the hopes that Hazard would return her to her family. She would get to meet her new sibling, feel the warmth of her mother's hug, and sit beside her father just like the old times when he would tell her countless stories of heroes and damsels in distress. Only this time, she'd be recounting her story.

Hazard kneeled next to her, grinning from ear to ear as always. "He's going to congratulate me first," Savannah figured, though she wished he wouldn't take so long.

What she didn't expect was for Devious to hand Hazard a gun, which he aimed right at her head. Savannah widened her eyes in fear when reality dawned on her.

No one was ever meant to be a victor. No one but Hazard.

He pulled the trigger.

BOOM!

Hazard cackled gleefully, Zeus, Devious, Athena and Daedalus following his example.

"ALL HAIL THE VICTOR OF THE FIRST EVER DEATH CARNIVAL! ME!" he bellowed.


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