Chapter 11
Rimson
He was in the north, in the icy hills, camping underneath an ice tree, everything seemed to be blue and white, like those are the only colors in the world, it was easy to find water here since you can just break the ice and drink it. Rimson was alone, with his cat. Meowing. Purring. Rimson wasn't mad of a cat, he can hunt for small animals, which helped him get some food. Today was the third day of the hunger games, allot of people have died, 16 people... That's allot compared to the other games, but it isn't allot now, since there are 48 contestants. His cat he names star, of the thing he loved in his home, here the stars aren't real, the sky isn't real, it's just a huge dome with high-tech machines to make it look like a real sky but Rimson saw the difference with his first glance at the night sky, at the stars.
His cat, Star, was purring beside him, rubbing its cheeks against Rimson's legs, star was yellow, green eyes, and furry. Rimson had no idea how to know his age, but he assumed it was 3 years old. Suddenly, Star went rushing towards the peek of the hill, looked down and meowed, meowed a pure meow like none other, as if gently informing Rimson that he should come look down the peek. Rimson awwed at Star, he went up to him, petted him, and looked down the peek. Something was moving down there, rustling of the leaves and howling of the wind. Shadows loomed down there, dark as ever. Rimson dared not go down to see what is it, he thought it'd be best to ignore it and go back under the tree... Then an arrow came at Star, through its belly.
Rimson was so angry... He got his axe, double sided, heavy, good strong steel. He ran to the hill, slid down, full of furiousity, he saw three people together, one of them with the bow. He rushed to them, running as fast as a tiger, as furious as a bull, full halt towards them. He jumped at the guy with the bow, hacked his hands, pushed him to the ground before anyone could react, he then went to the other two, dodging attacks, one by one, then with a swift strike throwing the axe with full force on one of their heads, it split right open, he saw the blood spilling out, everywhere. He took out his axe, it was stuck there pretty hard, with all the gore, he then dodged a strike from behind him swiftly and flung his axe through his bottom, cutting him from his bottoms to his belly, red spilled open, his guts flew out, he wasn't satisfied yet, he heard two cannon shots. He wasn't even done!
He then took his axe, went to the guy with the bow, and cut off his legs aswell, he then took their empty bags, fixed the wounds, stopped the blood from spilling. Then Rimson carried the man up the hill, tied him to a tree, Rimson then got his axe, and skinned him alive, took of his skin, chopped every layer of skin in his body, it was hours untill he heard the cannon which signals that he killed him... Rimson wanted to hurt him more, but he can't, he's dead.
Star then walked by him, with an arrow in its belly, Rimson was happy, crying of happiness... "You're alive, oh my god you are, you are!" Rimson told Star as he bandaged the cat with the items of the three people he killed.