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There was no point in leaving the Cornucopia at this time. With four remaining tributes, the Gamemakers will soon force everyone to the Cornucopia anyway.
I eventually got bored of watching two figures disappear into the distance so I took out my HoverBoard and rode it around the rocky Cornucopia island. This year it had been a really unique Arena with the chasm of death. That hole claimed a whole lot of lives, no pun intended. After some more boredom I sat against the Cornucopia once more.
Then the images flashed through my head. Belle's agony as my spear buried itself in her body. Melissa's tormented face as I kill my district partner. Both of the District 8 tributes as I slaughter their district's chance of winning the Hunger Games. Ray, although I didn't kill him, as he cried for some sort of mercy. The burn marks and destroyed flesh he bore. That was one of the more gruesome thing I had experienced. Then I saw Casey. Someone I had known fairly well from joining the Careers. She wasn't a bad person, but she had bad intentions. I recalled with a shiver throwing a spear into Casey's stomach. That made five kills.
Sure, five kills is great for some tribute from 6, but I didn't care what people thought, killing five people is a horrible accomplishment. I was deep in thoughts like these until a cannon shot broke my meditation.
I could only wonder who had died. Honestly, I hoped it was either Greg or Pete. I didn't want to have to kill either of them! Just as I settled back down after the cannon, several loud roars rang throughout the Arena. "Here they come," I whispered to myself. I took out a spear and kept one hand on my sword as I stood slowly and observed the area. Nothing.
Just then, a giant mass lurked out from behind the Cornucopia. It was a large, four-armed, six-legged mix of a hog and a lion. This thing looked disgusting. But it was ready to fight.
I spat at the mutt's feet and pronounced for style, "Come at me, you slimy beast!" The mutt roared and began to advance. I had just enough time to throw my spear into its chest. It howled loudly. Just to make sure it died, I whipped out my blade and sliced one of its arms off. After stumbling forward as if to strike me, the beast fell to the ground with a thud. I smirked at my success.
Then I saw them. A stampede of those mutts were chasing a tribute through the desert towards the Cornucopia. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that a smaller stampede off to the left was chasing a second tribute towards the Cornucopia. I silently hope that the mutts caught the tributes. Pulling out my final spear I prepared for my last stand.
A scream pierced the sound of stomping feet and the tribute on the right tumbled to the ground. He was close enough that I could tell who he was. Nick from District 3 was getting eaten by those monsters. "Oh no..." I muttered. That meant that my fears were realized...Pete was the one on the left only a few hundred feet away from the chasm. A cannon sounded signaling Nick's death. The stampede that had destroyed him dispersed and walked toward the forest, ignoring Pete and I.
Pete and his mutts were getting closer. I could now see Pete's face. He held his mace close to his chest as he sprinted as hard as he could. His dark skin shimmered with sweat. Crossing the chasm would pose an interesting problem for Pete. He made it to the first step a few moments before his four mutts did and he leapt from rock to rock as swiftly as he could. With an enraged yell, Pete sprang from the final rock and crashed onto the Cornucopia's rock platform. The mutts paused on the rocks. Then, all of the small stepping places fell into the chasm, followed by shrieking mutts. There was no way out of it now. I would have to face Pete.
He rolled over onto his side panting and wheezing. I waited for him to recuperate, then I spoke, "Well..." Pete stood up and faced me. "We have to finish this Skye. We both know there is no other way. I have to go home Skye," Pete declared. I shook my head and replied, "I have to get back home too, Pete." He swallowed hard and nodded. "May the best man win," Pete stammered. "Yeah," was all I could say in response.
I pulled out my sword and made the first move; a jab at Pete's neck. He quickly blocked it with his heavy mace and swung at my head. I ducked and swiped my blade at his feet. He hopped over the sword. I threw my spear aside, realizing I didn't need it, just as he thrust his mace toward my chest. I deflected the blow with my blade, spun around, and jabbed at his shoulder. I connected and Pete yelped as blood spurted from the wound. That was the distraction I needed. Swinging my sword violently, I slashed at Pete's chest. As I felt my blade meet flesh, I closed my eyes. I couldn't watch my friend die like this. I did, however, hear him scream at the top of his lungs. I felt the ground shake as Pete fell to the earth.
The final cannon went off and I opened my eyes, turning away from Pete's body. A single tear rolled down my cheek.
"May I present, the winner of the 32nd Annual Hunger Games...SKYE LOCKSMITH, of District 6!" I fell to my knees weeping.