Day 3. Early Night.
District Four's Shoney Germoal's POV
Ah man, I just can't get to sleep tonight. I just wasn't tired, or in the mood for sleeping tonight. I don't know why, I just felt that way for some reason. No part of my sleeping bag felt comfortable enough to sleep on and I had to keep moving to try and get comfortable. Of course, it didn't get any better no matter which part of my body was on the ground or in which way my body was facing or in what position it was in.
Naghhgh, I might as well just stay up for a while until I get tired, after all, what am I going to do? Stay in bed while being uncomfortable? Did I really want to do that? Maybe, I mean, do I really want to stand guard outside and assume that nobody's coming to attack us. It's pretty stupid to attack the career pack, but there's still the possibility that someone might try that. Who'd be that stupid anyway? Daytime, impossible, unless you wanted a full scale invasion. Nighttime, maybe. But it'd still be hard for them, but it might be possible to sneak past us if they were into stealth. Ah well, someone like that might not be a fighter, and if they get caught, well, that's that for them. If they don't, good for them. But you only need to be caught once by us, then your dead.
I grabbed the front of my sleeping bag with my left hand before unzipping the zipper with my right hand. When the sleeping bag was zipped open enough, I got my body out of it before putting on the light brown hiking boots that every other tribute got and tied them tight. I didn't know how long I'd be out there, so might as well tie them like I'll be up all night. Which I might be, I sure didn't feel like going to sleep anytime soon.
I looked up after tying my boots that Arrowe's sleeping bag was empty. Oh yeah, he was guarding the cornucopia tonight. I'm sure glad that it's him guarding tonight instead of one of the big four, but there's still the possibility of one of them guarding with him. Well, let's see what's happening. I grabbed my thick blue coat before throwing it over my shoulders and placing my arms through the sleeves until they poked out of the ends. Following that, I reached down and unzipped the flaps of the tent's entrance before stepping out into the cold night of the arena. Man, this temperature was almost like winter. Good thing I have this thick coat to keep me warm. I wonder how the other tributes out there are dealing with the night. The city ones should be in buildings, but the jungle ones, I wonder if they found some way to make shelter. I hope they did, but a shame for just the career pack tributes to win because they have all the equipment. Well, Eva isn't part of the career pack anymore, but she started out with us, so she's got the equipment needed to survive our there, or at least some of it. Wonder how she's doing. She's not dead yet, but how much longer can she last out there on her own? She might surprise us. She might die tonight. Who knows? Not me, that's for sure. I may have helped her with that first aid kit, but that didn't guarantee anything. I just hoped that it helps her. I did what I always wanted to do back home, lets just hope it does make a difference.
"Hey." I heard a voice call out. I turned towards the voice to see Arrowe waving his hands at me while holding a machete in his right hand. "Hey." He called out again while also now jumping up and down. What was his problem? What did he want so badly? I sighed before walking over to him.
When I got close to him I asked
"What do you so desperately need?" I asked wondering what Arrowe needed my attention for. I saw him the first time he called out hey. He didn't need to keep jumping up and down to get my attention.
"Can you guard this place in my place for a bit?" He asked rather quickly. Hmmm, something was up.
"Sure I guess, but-"
"Thanks man, your a pal." Arrowe interrupted me before turning around and started running towards the jungle part of the arena.
"The fuck?" What did he need in the jungle? Did he see something? Was he going to run away from the career pack as well? Nah, he wouldn't. Would he? I saw it with Eva, but with Arrowe, he didn't seem the type to get away from the careers. But then again, he might, after all, he was a risk taker. Well if I were in his position I'd wait until the final eight before running away from the careers. Or somewhere around there.
"Thanks, I really needed that." I heard Arrowe say as he reappeared from the jungle. Well that didn't take too long. What was he doing?
"What did you need?" I asked him wondering about that.
"I just needed to take a piss." Arrowe told me.
"Fascinating." I told him sarcastically. "Why didn't you just go instead of waiting for someone to wake up?" I asked him now wondering about that. I mean, he could have just gone and nobody would have known.
"I was thinking about that," Arrowe told me "but I don't want the one time I mess up to be bad."
"Understandable." I told him as he sat down on one of the many crates near the cornucopia. Maybe I'll stand guard with him, nothing else to do.
"Man," Arrowe sighed "doesn't that guy ever sleep?" I looked at Arrowe, then looked to where he was looking at to see who he was talking about, to see Tharizdun standing by himself, just standing there doing nothing. What was he doing? And come to think about it, I've never seen him sleep either. It was strange, didn't he need sleep as well?
"He probably does." I told Arrowe, after all, everyone needs sleep. Even the mentally unstable. "Maybe he's an insomniac?" That seemed like a likely possibility.
"I don't know," Arrowe said like he was thinking of something else "even insomniacs have to sleep sometime, and I've never seen him go into a tent or fall asleep even once the whole time we've been in the arena." Neither have I, but that didn't mean that he never slept.
"Maybe he's asleep right now." I said to Arrowe, after all, that guy looked like a statue right now.
"I don't know," Arrowe said with doubt in his voice, but at the same time seemed to think that was a good explanation.
"Look," I said before he could finish whatever he was going to say, if he was going to say anything "I'll show you, he's been awake the whole time you've been guarding tonight right?"
"Yeah," Arrowe said "and he's been awake all morning."
"So he's got to be tired." I told him while walking over to the giant in our group. I got up behind Tharizdun before I called out to Arrowe "I mean, if he were awake, would he react to this?" I then jumped in front of Tharizdun and shouted
"Hellllllllloooooooo!" While waving my hands in front of his face, or as close as I could get them to his face.
"What do you want?" Tharzidun said to me as I finished my hello to him, which really startled me. Wasn't this guy supposed to be really really tired?
"Uh," I said taking in the surprise of him still being awake by taking a couple steps back while trying to not wake up the other careers by shouting in fright. "Nothing." I told him before walking around him and going back towards Arrowe.
"That guy is unbelievable." Arrowe said as I approached him again.
"I know." I told him feeling the same way. What is this guy? He barley seemed human. Sleep? Forget about it for him? Morals? Forget about that as well. Strength, this guy looked stronger then even Griffin. This guy didn't seem human. And when I looked into those eyes, they looked the same as they always did. They looked like the eyes of a cold blooded murderer, they had the mix of Hunger Games victors back home, and those of careers. Cold blooded and murderous. But unlike those that manage to get home, his eyes didn't contain anything else, they didn't contain sorrow, a broken person, regret, life, or anything else. Soulless, that's what they were. Cold blooded, murderous, and soulless. Even when he had that little girl from three, his district partner, when he was going to kill her, he had a smile on his face, but his eyes remained the same. How someone could be like that is beyond me. Maybe if I were a proper career, or from District Two I'd understand. But not even Griffin, Lucifer or Howl had the looks of Tharizdun. They at least had some life and soul in them.
"Glad he's on our side huh." I said to Arrowe. It wasn't a question, I'd rather be with him then against him, and I'm sure Arrowe feels the same way, no question about it.
"Yeah." Arrowe said while looking at the surrounding area of the cornucopia. "I'm glad he's on guard though." Of course, he's the probably the most feared tribute in the arena. Plus, two people guarding are better then one person.
We stood, well, I stood, he sat on a crate, watching the empty clearing ahead of us until it hit the city in silence. We just stayed where we were, doing nothing, just watching for nothing. Not that it was bad, but it was just so boring.
"I'm going to take a walk in the city," I told Arrowe "maybe a little walk around will help me go to sleep." I've never been in the city, so I wondered what it looked like. Now might be a good time to see it.
"You sure about that?" He asked "you want to go alone? I could come with you and have someone else take my place."
"No thanks," I told him "I don't think any rat mutts are going to chase after me, and even if they did, we wouldn't be able to fight that many anyway. Other then them, there's only other tributes in there, and what are the odds of me running into one of them? They should all be asleep right now."
"Like you are now?" Arrowe said with a little laugh. Good point though, I didn't think about that.
"They'll most likely be in buildings, I don't think the tributes out there are equipped for the weather right now." Nobody except Eva that is, but last time I saw her she was in the jungle part of the arena. But she could have changed courses and headed for the city after I left her.
"All right," Arrowe said "but come back soon and don't get lost."
"Yeah. Sure." I said to him. I won't. And with that, I walked away from the career camp and went towards the city part of the arena.
*Later that night*
Walking through the city was a lot different then walking through the jungle, there were more clear paths here then there. Though I could see how other tributes might get lost in this city, a lot of the buildings looked the same. It wasn't just their sizes, there were some that were big and others that were small, but they all seemed to be at least partially covered in moss or vines. And they were all at some stage of decay. Heck, some of them looked like they could fall at any moment in my opinion. But on the whole, they all looked pretty much the same to me.
Walking through the city was fun, but it didn't make me feel anymore tired then I already was. I turned around to walk back to the career camp, this was enough walking around for now. Maybe I'll do some physical training to help me sleep. Griffin, Lynsa, Lucifer, Howl and I usually practiced practiced in the morning, but I needed a way to make myself at least sort of tired. You know what, I'll run back to the career camp, it's not like any tributes are going to suddenly pop out of the darkness to attack me, they should be all asleep. And besides, unlike them, I have night vision glasses, I could see them before they could see me. The vision wasn't perfect, I mean, when I'm wearing them, the world around me are shades of green, black, and white, but I'd rather have that then just pitch black.
How far was I from the camp? I wondered that. But then I decided that it didn't really matter, I just wanted to see how fast I could get back there, no matter the distance. You know what, I just wanted to run, just run as fast as I could to make myself tired.
I then began moving my feet forwards, one foot in front of the other and picked up speed. I ran towards the camp as fast as I could trying to tire myself out. And it felt kind of good I must say, at least I'll be going to sleep when I get back to the cornucopia. Hopefully.
I ran towards the cornucopia, at least, I think it was the direction of the cornucopia, and wondered if I'd actually be tired enough to fall asleep. But then I noticed a strange light in one of the buildings ahead of me. The light was flickering, it seemed to appear and disappear at random times. Hmmm, interesting, I wonder what it is.
District Six's Rayne Page's POV
I didn't think that Life would be so mad at me after I climbed down from that ledge where the mockingjays had been resting at. After I got down from the ledge and presented the prize of two dead mockingjays in my hands, she didn't seem too happy. Ok sure, I tricked her into singing for the mockingjays to distract them, but it was needed. Food was food after all, and you needed food.
Hunting these mockingjays was no different then hunting the woodland creatures back home. I killed them, skinned them, cooked them, then ate them. These birds were no different. I'd have liked them to be a little bit bigger, but beggars couldn't be choosers.
"Eat something." I told her tossing the body of half a mockingjay at her. It was the one that I had cut with my machete, the one that I had to search for, the one that made me have to search for my machete after. But I wasn't going to just not collect it because I couldn't immediately find it, we needed all the food we could get, and I wasn't going to waste any of it.
The cooked mockingjay meat landed in front of Life's feet as I took another bite out of my half mockingjay. It wasn't the best tasting bird that I had ever tasted, but it was a lot better then some of the things my family sometimes tried when we were hungry.
Life looked at cooked mockingjay for a little bit before grabbing the cooked bird in her hands and started eating it with little bites. Thank god that she was eating, I didn't want her to die. And it was the least she could do after I had made this fire by rubbing two sticks together over this pile of moss and pieces of sticks. I then used two of those little sticks as miniature spears to skewer the mockingjays before cooking them over an open fire. They cooked rather well after I plucked all the feathers off, which was a task greatly helped by Life, she seemed to know what she was doing with those feathers, like she had done it before.
"You should have told me." I heard Life's voice tell me as I continued to eat my bird.
"I didn't know if you'd approve or not." Was all I said to her as I took another bite of the cooked bird.
"You should have still told me." She replied.
Silence yet again, only broken by crackling of the fire in front of us.
I gave out a sigh. Here we were again.
I then suddenly heard a creak. It sounded like it came from outside. I looked towards Life, and it seemed like she heard the same thing as I did, her face was full of surprise.
We waited a moment, waiting for the sound to appear again. I tried to look like I never heard the sound, hoping that it wasn't some other tribute trying to sneak up on us. I reached over to grab and grabbed a thick stone that was beside me when another there was another groaning noise. It seemed to come from the boarded up window in front of me.
I lifted the stone, stood up, and quickly threw the stone with all my might at the boarded up window. The stone sailed through the air before smashing the boards blocking the window. The two center boards exploded into two pieces while splinters of wood flew from the point of impact. At the same time, I heard someone outside shout out in surprise.
Damn, a tribute was here. Well, they started it. I pulled out my machete from it's holster and reached into Life's backpack and fished around for the night vision glasses that were in there. As soon as I felt them touch my fingers I yanked them out and placed them over my eyes and the world suddenly became a series of three colours, green, black, and white. I ran to the door and opened it to face the enemy tribute, only to feel something smash painfully into my face.
Pain exploded in my nose as I took in the surprise attack. I didn't expect the enemy to attack so soon, or attack like that, I thought that they'd be surprised by the rock I threw. I ignored the pain as best I could, which wasn't easy, and looked up to see the person who attacked me, and saw the District Four male holding the very stone I had thrown in one of his hands.
I saw him raise the stone in the air before throwing it down at me, but I expected him to do that, so I rolled out of the way and heard the large stone smash into the concrete beside me.
I quickly got to my feet expecting him to attack me, so I raised my machete and swung it in his general direction, only to see that he wasn't there anymore. That surprised me to not see him in front of me, but what really surprised me was that his back was turned from me, and he was running away from me.
"What the?" I asked myself. Why was this guy running away? Ahhhhh! It didn't matter! He wasn't getting away. He looked like he could run pretty fast, but I don't think he's as fast a runner as I am.
I started sprinting towards him ready to pay this coward back for what he had done to me. "Come on Life!" I shouted to my ally "This way!" This guy wanted to run, let him run, he wasn't getting away from me.
As we continued to run, I found that I was right, I was faster then him, and I was catching up to him. Ha! Loser! Thought he could outrun me? What an idiot. He may be a career, but I was strong and fast as well. Faster even. I caught up to him and was within striking range when he suddenly turned towards me and I felt myself slam into something hard.
I felt my feet leave the earth before I fell to the ground on my back. Hard. The grass growing from the concrete road did little to cushion my fall. Pain radiated from my face and my back as I looked up yet again to see what he had done to me. I saw that he had stopped in the middle of the road and stuck his arm up and out to clotheslined me. That little bastard, he was all cheap shots.
I saw the world black out for a second before a splash of colours suddenly appeared in front of me at the same time my face started to hurt even more then it did a second ago. I let out a shout of pain before swinging my machete around to hopefully cut the District Four boy's legs off. But I felt my machete hit nothing but air.
I quickly got to my feet, and saw that he was running away from me again. Why was I not surprised? Well I wasn't going to fall for that trick again. I sprinted towards him again, and soon caught up to him again. When I was within striking distance I didn't attack, instead, I defended my face the instant I saw him move his body around. I stopped moving and raised my arms to my face to block whatever he was going to attack it with. I know your moves kid, you can't fool me again. I wasn't going to fall for the same trick a third time, I wasn't stupid. But I felt something hit me behind the knees. I felt my legs buckle before my back, yet again, painfully slammed into the ground. "Is that all you can do!?" I shouted angrily at the cheap career who could only do cheap shots "cheap shots you little coward!" In between my words I slashed my machete around hoping to hit him before he attacked me or ran away again as I got to my feet.
"Whatever lets me win." I heard him say behind me. I turned around in surprise to see a flash of steel being thrust towards me. Quick on my feet, I moved my body to the left and dodged the short bladed weapon he was holding. I raised my machete to chop off his arm, but something smashed into my face and I staggered back a step. It was only one step, but it made my machete miss his arm by mere centimeters. What the hell did he hit me with?
I lost that thought as I felt something else hit me in the left side of the ribs. Judging by the force of the impact and the shape of it, I guessed he hit me with his foot. I staggered back a few more steps because of his kick before I swung my machete in his general direction. The blade slashed through air, but I saw that he kept his distance as I continued to swing my weapon at him.
I'm glad for my weapon, it wasn't my first weapon of choice, but it was better then his weapon in my opinion. My machete was way bigger and heavier then his little toothpick of a weapon. A four inch dagger verses a machete that was nearly two feet long. I had the advantage in both reach and power, but he had speed because of his lighter weapon. I may be faster at running then him, but would I be faster at thrusting my weapon? I don't know, and I wasn't going to act stupid just to see if I could. You know, I've been acting kind of stupid recently, I chased after him and tried to give him a quick death. I tried to kill him quickly. But that wasn't going to work on him like it did with Ricky. Even if Ricky had been facing me I bet he still wouldn't have put up much of a fight. This guy however, he knew what he was doing. A simple thrust worked with Ricky. For this guy, I was going to need to try other things.
I saw the bandaged face career thrust his blade at me. I almost laughed at him, he thought that he could get to me before I stabbed him in the face? With that tiny weapon? Please. I swung my machete at his blade, only for it to hit air. What the? A fake shot? With my body open for attack, I tried to get my weapon back to a defense position, or at least in a position for me to attack him. I saw his body quickly twist in a semi circle before his body went down and I felt something hit me in the ankles. I felt my feet leave the ground again as my face began it's journey to the ground again. I used my left arm as a makeshift pillow to cushion my face from the ground, but when my face landed on my arm, all it did was make my face and arm hurt instead of only my face. I wasn't going to do that again. It wasn't worth it.
Without anytime to think, I saw that career's body spinning towards me as his body spun in a circle on the ground. His back on the ground and his dagger coming right at my face. I quickly did the first thing I thought of, there was no time to think about anything else, if I didn't react I'd die. I slashed at his weapon, and they collided with each other with a ring of steel on steel.
Thank god I didn't just die right now.
The career then spun his body and somehow used his hand to spring himself up to his feet rather quickly. I might not have fancy moves like that, but I managed to get to my feet just after him. I looked him in the eyes and gave him my best I'm going to fucking kill you glare. I don't know if it was because of the glare or if it was part of his plan, but he turned his back and ran away from me. Again.
"Oh that's it!" I shouted before doing something desperate. I threw my machete at him before he got too far. I knew that it probably wasn't the best plan, but I was so angry at kid. I aimed for his back, but surprisingly, he must have heard it coming, because he thrusted his body to the left, and the machete missed his back. But as it missed his back, it still managed to hit something. Through the night vision glasses, I saw the machete slice through his right hand.
I heard a loud shout of pain as three fingers and half his palm fell to the ground followed by white liquid that I knew was blood.
Yes! Now he was weaponless! Well, so was I, but he was weaponless as well! I then ran towards him as he reached down and tried to pick up his short dagger with his left hand. I saw his hand wrap it's fingers around the hilt of the dagger, but he was still bending down when I got near him. I didn't stop running when I swung my right leg up and smashed it into his face before hearing a satisfying crunch. His head snapped back as I fell to the ground from my own momentum. My leg sailed high over my head before I fell on my back again. But I didn't care about it this time, I had cut off half his hand and gave him an almighty kick to the face. After all that abuse from him, that one powerful kick felt incredible. Me falling on my back just now. Totally worth it.
I stared to get myself up to my feet, only to feel something strike me hard in the face. The upper part of my body fell back to the ground before I felt something heavy press against my neck. I caught a glance at what it was, it was the career's left knee that was on my neck. How did he recover from my kick so fast? It didn't matter right now, I had to get him off me, my neck was thin, and it didn't seem to take a lot of time to make me feel like I was already dying.
I grabbed his knee with both hands, only to find that only my right arm could get up and reach for his knee. I moved my eyes to the left side of my body to see that his right knee was pressing behind my left elbow. I tried to get out of his pin, but I couldn't find the strength with just my right hand. I was strong yes, but I couldn't get the full weight of his guy's body off with just my right arm. First of all, my strength was cut in half, second, I was getting weaker my the moment, third, whenever I moved my right arm, more pressure would build on my left, and when that happened, I felt my bones wanting to break. I didn't know what to do.
I felt something start to beat in my neck, and started to hear sounds in my ears. Odd sounds. Then the world went black. Was I already dead? No, all he did was take off my night vision glasses, I could still feel the beating in my neck and hear the sounds in my ears.
"You took three of my right fingers," I heard the voice of the District Four career say to me angrily "now I'll be taking your life."
District Four's Shoney Germoal's POV
Pain was in my right hand where three of my fingers and half my palm had been sliced off my her weapon. Pain was radiating heavily from my face where she had kicked me. I felt my face, and I don't think I even have a nose anymore it felt that bad. This girl was insanely strong for someone of her build. She was so thin that she reminded me of a matchstick, tall, thin, and breakable, but she was solid, not breakable, like a brick wall. I had hurt myself when I slammed my arms and elbows into her when she had chased me. I had almost fallen over as well. She was stronger then even my brother Galex. Hell, she was stronger then my father. She was more then meets the eye that was for sure.
I felt the District Six girl rapidly get weaker and weaker. She was going to die soon, her neck was thin, which made it easy for me to cut off her air supply with my knee.
"You fought well." I told her truthfully. She really did, I was surprised by her, she had given me the biggest fight of my life. She had earned her training score of ten, but this wasn't training, this was the real thing. I wasn't going to let her live like I did with Eva. District Six was going to die. I just wish she'd die soon, I didn't want to bleed out and die. I wanted to end this before heading back to the cornucopia.
Something hit my right shoulder. It didn't hurt, but it came as a surprise. What had hit me? I looked over and saw a blowdart in my shoulder. I reached over with my left hand and pulled it out before I looked up in the direction it had came from.
Only to see a girl jumping at me.
District Ten's Life Lee's POV
The first four darts had missed their target, but the fifth dart managed to hit something. It wasn't what I was aiming for, but it'll do. The career looked at the dart, distracted by it for a couple seconds before pulling it out and looking in my direction before I jumped at him and tackled him to the ground.
I didn't think I'd have the strength to do it, I was so tried from chasing after those two I didn't think I'd even have the energy to make it. I'm glad that I didn't stop to take a breath, if I did, Rayne might be dead right now.
I gasped and wheezed as my chest felt like it was going to explode from all the running I just did. How those two could do it and then fight each other I don't know. But they did it.
"Damn it!" I heard the career shout angrily before grabbing my shirt with his two fingers and smashing my face in with his other hand. Pain rushed into my face with each hit. I wasn't just going to take it though, I attacked back, and even though I couldn't see where I was hitting him, I attacked back. I didn't know if I was going to hit him as often as I'd have liked, but I continued to attack anyway, feeling my fists hit him sometimes and sometimes hitting nothing but air. Even so, I continued to attack him. I wasn't going to just take his punches, I was going to fight back.
I then felt our bodies roll over before I felt my back being pressed on the ground. I didn't feel any new hits for several seconds, but I knew he wasn't gone. I couldn't see that well due to the flashing colours in front of me, but I felt that he was still here near me. I continued to swing my arms around hoping to hit him when I felt something hard and pointed slam upwards into my chin. The blow rattled my both my lower and upper jaw, all my teeth, my check bones and my skull. It was so painful. So painful. But I couldn't give up, this boy was out to kill me, out for my blood because I had saved Rayne. This guy wouldn't stop till I was dead. So I'll fight till I'm dead.
District Four's Shoney Germoal's POV
What were with these girls? How were they so tough? This girl got a full powered knee to the chin and she was still fighting like nothing even happened. This was scary, really scary. Did these girls have steel bodies?
The girl I was on continued to throw blind fists at me, which was crazy. I pulled my right leg back and thrust it forwards for another knee to her chin, and made contact with her chin again. Her head snapped back yet again. Her attacks stopped for a brief moment, but like last time, she started attacking again soon after my attack was done. What was with this girl?
District Six's Rayne Page's POV
I coughed and inhaled air like never before. One moment I thought I was going to die, the next, I was breathing again, and it felt so good and so painful at the same time. My neck felt like it had been crushed, but it was quickly recovering with air. My natural night vision hadn't kicked in completely yet, but when I looked over to my left, I saw that the career was on Life now. Life. She had saved me. Well I had to save her now. I owed her after all.
Weak as I was, I slowly got to my feet and continued to cough as I breathed in air.
The career attacked Life again, and Life couldn't seem to do anything other then throw wild punches at him. I went over to the career as fast as I could and grabbed the back of his jacket with both hands, and pulled him off of Life as hard as I could. The career, probably not expecting me to get up anytime soon, easily got off of Life's body and fell on his back and faced me as I looked down on him for the first time in this fight.
Before he could even react, I gave him a strong kick across the face which caused his night vision glasses to fly off his face as well as a spray of blood to escape his mouth. I reeled back my right foot to give him another one. I kicked at his face again, but this time he grabbed my foot and twisted it. Before I could do anything to prevent it, my body twisted along with my ankle and I soon found myself face down on the ground again. I then kicked at him with my left foot to try and hit him but hit nothing but air. I tried again with the same result. Then unexpectedly, I felt something bite into my leg before warm liquid flowed onto the place where I felt pain.
District Ten's Life Lee's POV
A frighteningly loud, high pitched scream pierced the air as the wild colours around me started to fade away from my vision. I looked up, past the splashing colours in front of me, to see Rayne on the ground again, with the career biting into her leg! It was Rayne that was screaming like a little girl, she must be in so much pain right now, I never heard her scream out like that before.
That scream that sounded so much like my little Faerie when our Old Den, our horse, had crushed her to death. She screamed just like that, she sounded helpless, and screamed until she was nothing but a pile of goo. Hearing Rayne screaming like that, I didn't hear or see Rayne for a split second, I saw my little sister being bitten by the bandaged face District Four career.
I got up as fast as I could, but my body didn't seem to be fast enough. I kept on falling to the ground as my body refused to cooperate with me. It was like my body wasn't really mine. I had this feeling many times before, where I felt that my body wasn't really mine, but someone else's entirely. I learned to ignore it as best I could, but sometimes, I couldn't help but feel like something was off about me, like I'm not really real and my body is just a piece of trash inside of someone else.
I moved my arms to get myself up, but my arms didn't feel right, they felt too long. I felt like I wasn't really in control as I kept on falling to the ground. In this state I don't think I can make it to Rayne in time. This was just too awkward.
But then Rayne let out another high pitched screams as the career continued to bite into her skin.
Rayne. Rayne looked like she shouldn't be fighting, and neither did the career she was fighting. They both looked so beat up. Blood everywhere. Injuries everywhere. They looked like they shouldn't even be able to fight, but they did so anyway.
I wasn't going to give up now, not after everything that's happened in the past few moments. I willed myself to control this body and hoped that I'd be able to control this body well enough in time for me to save Rayne.
Rayne let out another high pitched scream as I placed my hands on the ground and pushed this body up. I got to my knees before getting one foot up, then the next. I stood up and without thinking, ran towards the career. I ran as fast as I could towards him before bending down and grabbing him by the jaws and pulled them apart as hard as I could.
I felt his teeth loosen up on Rayne's leg before I pulled him away from Rayne with all my might.
I fell on the ground. The career landed on top of me with a thud. I wrapped my arms around his neck and placed him in a chock hold. I had seen other tributes do this is previous games, and it seemed to work against most tributes.
I squeezed as hard as I could and held him with an iron grip as the career struggled to get out. He twisted and turned his body, but I continued to hold on to his neck as I cut off his air supply. He twisted his body again and almost made me fall over, but he was weak from fighting us and I managed to stay on my feet. No, your not going to hurt her anymore.
Unexpectedly, I felt something warm hit my eyes as my vision turned red.
District Six's Rayne Page's POV
Son of a bitch bit me! He was going to pay for that!
I painfully got to my feet to see that Life had him in a chock hold, and the career was trying to get out of it by placing his cut off hand in her eyes, blinding her with blood.
I ran up to the career and stopped within striking distance of him before reeling my right arm back it's full distance. I wasn't going to hold back for this strike, I was going to hit him as hard as I could with all my strength.
As fast as I could, I swung my right fist into the side of his head before moving my body with my arm. My fist smashed into his face before the career, Life, and I, all fell to the ground. The career because I hit him with the strongest punch I had ever gave someone, Life because she was holding the career, and me because I followed my own momentum.
The side of my body slammed onto the ground before I heard the thuds of two more bodies fall in front of me.
"Get off him Life," I told my ally "I've got this." I turned to the career and Life to see her letting go of the career's neck. Life got away from the career's body before I placed my body on top of his and started to beat the living shit out of what little life he had left in him.
District Ten's Life Lee's POV
The events in front of me I could only describe as brutal and horrifying. After Rayne got on top of the career's chest she grabbed the right side of his head with her left hand and began to repeatedly punch his face with her right fist.
Rayne gave out punch after punch after brutal punch, and it didn't look like she was going to stop soon. Her face was a mask of rage as she beat the career's face in. I didn't dare stop her as blood splashed from the career's mouth and onto the ground, on Rayne's clothes, and on his own clothes.
I don't know how much time passed before Rayne stopped beating on his face, but by the time she was done, the left side of the young career's face was a bloody mess.
I watched Rayne get off of his body before walking to the side of his body, placing her right foot on the left side of his body before bending down and grabbing his right wrist with both her hands before she pulled his arm towards her and I heard an audible snap. Rayne had cruelly broken the career's neck by twisting his head and right arm at the same time in opposite directions.
As Rayne let of the career's arm and let her foot of his head, a cannon fired in the distance to signal the death of the first career tribute.
District Six's Rayne Page's POV
Breathe. Breathe. In and out. In and out. He was dead now, I could relax now. The world around me started to spin around as I started to feel dizzy. I lost my balance and fell on my butt, that was how tired as was. But as I laid my body down, I realized that tiredness wasn't the only thing catching up to me, areas of my body were also starting to hurt like crazy. My body already hurt, but pain appeared in areas there were previously unhurt, and the areas that were hurting only started to hurt more.
Oh man, was it the adrenaline? If it was, it was a lousy time for it to stop coursing through my body. The pain I was feeling was immense. And all I could do was lay here and wait for it all to disappear.
"Rayne!" I heard my ally shout before the world around me turned green, black, and white. "Rayne! Are you awake?"
"Just barely." I managed to say to her. Honestly, I didn't feel too good right now. I heard fabric being ripped before I faintly felt something being wrapped around my leg, in the place where that bastard had bit me. "You?" How was she doing, I had seen that she had taken a few hits from that guy as well.
"I'm fine." She told me. "That should help." I heard Life say before I thought of something.
"My machete." I said to her. I don't know if it was the best thing to think of right now, but I wasn't about to leave my weapon behind.
I heard Life leave me for a minute before she returned with my bladed weapon. "Hey Life," I said to my ally. I saw her look at me before I continued "bring me to that career."
"Why?" I heard her ask with confusion on her face.
"I want to do something." I told her
A/N: Ah man, I haven't undated all year!
So what did you guys think of this epic fight. Too long? Not enough detail? If you liked it, there's more of that coming later.
So what are your guys favorite alliance?
Who's your favorite loner?
Couples, if you could, which tributes would you like to have a romance? (I don't care how odd or ridiculous they are, these questions are for fun.)
None of your answers affect the story if you answer.
16th place: Shoney Germoal. Snapped by Rayne.