May The Odds Be Ever In Your Favor

Day 13

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Today’s lucky winner is…Micah of District 7!

Micah Scaling, D7 Male

Micah Scaling, D7 Male

Congrats Micah, your training score is now 9!

 
Read “How Do The Games Work?” to see how I handled the deaths and injuries today. Happy Hunger Games! 

Day 13: The Feast

Kate Henson, D4 Female

Kate Henson, D4 Female

The feast was announced last night. It makes sense; there’s only eight of us left and the Gamemakers are probably itching for a big fight.

“Not much longer,” says Amber, who stands behind me, staring out at the open wasteland. The Gamemakers notified us that the feast will take place out there. No cover from buildings doesn’t bode well for Amber and I. The girl from 10 and the boy from 7 both use bows, and I don’t know what the girl from 5 and the boy from 10 use. My knives can be ranged weapons, but they’ll lose to a well-placed arrow. And Amber’s slingshot won’t fare any better. She’s been training herself to use a sword, but that will do even less good.

For the first time in the past two weeks, I begin to entertain the thought that I might not win the Games. My alliance is dead, other than Amber. It honestly shocks me that she’s still alive; she’s always been the weakest out of all of us. I find myself wishing that my district partner Chris were still alive. His archery could have come in handy. Without him, Amber and I might not stand a fighting chance.

“Nonsense. You’re the strongest competitor left in the arena,” I tell myself.

But then I remember the girl from 3. The girl whose brother I killed. And I realize that if she comes to the feast, she will fight me.

To the death then. To the death for all of us.

 

Sarah Harrist, D11 Female

Sarah Harrist, D11 Female

I peer around the corner of a building, sword clenched in my hand. The Career girls are standing at the Cornucopia, watching and waiting for the feast to begin.

I probably won’t make it. I’ll probably get taken out by someone before I can grab anything. And even if I make it to the table, even if I manage to grab some food, will I really be able to run away without being followed?

I have no choice though. I’m out of food. I haven’t eaten since yesterday.

Better to die quickly under the hands of a tribute than to slowly starve to death.

I really hope it’s quick.

 

Hannah Cruz, D3 Female

Hannah Cruz, D3 Female

Today’s the day. Today she dies. Today they all die.

 

Maureen Lynch, D5 Female

Maureen Lynch, D5 Female

“You aren’t going?” asks Eliana.

I shake my head. “I’m not a fighter. I’d die if I went.”

She stands above me, thinking.

“You can’t be here when I come back,” she says. “If I see you again, I’m going to kill you.”

“You can try,” I say with a smile.

Eliana nods grimly. Then she and I go about splitting up the remainder of our rations.

“Who gets the key for the water?” Eliana asks, holding up the yellow trinket we’ve been sharing.

“You can have it if I get some of your food,” I offer.

Eliana, trying to hide her grin, accepts my trade and hands over a day’s worth of rations. “Sounds good to me.”

She still doesn’t know that I have my own key, hidden in my pocket. I’ll be just fine.

After Eliana slips on her backpack and adjusts her quiver of arrows over her shoulder, we stand and stare at each other awkwardly, as so many tributes in years past have done as they ended their alliances.

“Good luck out there,” I finally say.

Eliana nods, and turns on her heel. She leaves without a word.

And then, for the first time in two weeks, I am alone.

(Maureen is safe!)

 

Micah Scaling, D7 Male

Micah Scaling, D7 Male

Full quiver of arrows. Bow with tightened string. I’m ready.

For whatever happens.

 

Preston Howell, D10 Male

Preston Howell, D10 Male

For the first time in ten days, I’m leaving the safety of my base. And for what? I’ve rationed out my food well, and I’m in no need of water.

Yet here I am, standing in an alleyway. Knives at the ready.

Aside from assistance from Gamemaker-triggered disasters, no one’s ever won the Hunger Games without killing someone. It just hasn’t happened.

If I’m going to win, I’ll have to follow tradition. And there’s no time like the present.

 

Amber Washington, D2 Female

Amber Washington, D2 Female

The countdown begins over my head.

10…9…”

I grip my sword tightly. This is it. This is where I make my mark in these Games. This is where I live, and this is where everyone else dies.

“3…2…1…”

 

Sarah Harrist, D11 Female

Sarah Harrist, D11 Female

The stone table clicks into place as the countdown finishes. Backpacks and weapons sit atop the giant block, enough to make me almost rush out into the open.

Not yet. Not until they’re all distracted.

 

Hannah Cruz, D3 Female

Hannah Cruz, D3 Female

The girl from 4 runs past the building I’m posted behind, and I leap out with a yell, swinging my chained ball at her.

It hits her right in the chest, and she falls with a grunt (Training Point Lost).

I pull the ball back and prepare to swing down at her again. But the girl recovers fast, and manages to flick a knife at me, slicing me in the side (Training Point Lost). I cry out in pain, subconsciously releasing the chain from my right hand to clutch the wound, and my swing goes wild, flying totally off course. The chain is ripped from my left hand and the ball goes flying away from me. I move to chase after it, stumbling as I run. But by now the girl from 4 is standing, and her aim is much better. I feel the knife hit me in the back (Training Point Lost), and I fall to the ground with a scream…

 

Amber Washington, D2 Female

Amber Washington, D2 Female

I duck behind the table, dodging the arrows being fired by the boy from 7 and the girl from 10. Groaning in pain, I rip two arrows out from my left arm and right leg (Two Training Points Lost). I can’t tell where the tributes are firing from, so I slip a backpack from off the table and toss it into the air. I’m rewarded with two *thwacks* as the tributes fire arrows at the backpack reflexively. It lands on the ground. The arrows embedded in the fabric of the backpack show me the direction they were fired from.

I slip my slingshot out of my jacket and peer through a small hole in the pile of backpacks. Kate is slowly advancing towards the girl from 3, who is crawling away from her feebly with a knife in her back, trying to get to her meteor hammer that has flown out of her hands. To the right of her, on the first floor of a gutted skyscraper, the girl from 10 aims her bow at the table, waiting for me to pop up. I ready a ball in my slingshot, pull back, and jump up quickly to fire at the girl before ducking back down.

An arrow whistles above my head, and I’m rewarded with a cry as my ball makes contact. I quickly stand back up and grab two backpacks, slipping them over my shoulders. Then I run.

Another volley of arrows comes my way from my left, where the boy from 7 is positioned. I dodge them as best as I can, but he still manages to get me in the arm again (Training Point Lost). I make it back to the Cornucopia, ducking inside the horn itself. I rip out the arrow from my arm with a grunt and aim my slingshot at the entrance of the horn, slumping down to a half-sitting, half-lying position on the ground, overcome by my wounds.

Whoever comes in here to fight me is getting a metal ball where their eye used to be.

(Amber is safe!)

 

Kate Henson, D4 Female

Kate Henson, D4 Female

I step on the wrist of the girl from 3, and she cries out, punching me in the leg with her free hand. I pin that one to the ground as well. Helpless, she squirms underneath me, unable to roll over because of the knife in her back.

I laugh and lean down towards her.

“You were never going to beat me, District 3. You were always going to lose.”

With that, I slice her throat with my last knife. After a few gurgles, she goes still, and a cannon fires.

I laugh aloud and turn towards the table, ready to kill more tributes and collect supplies. A flash of auburn hair and a silver blade are the last thing I see.

 

Sarah Harrist, D11 Female

Sarah Harrist, D11 Female

I whimper softly, arms shaking, as the girl from 4’s head rolls off her neck. A cannon fires.

“I killed her. Sliced her head off. I killed her.”

I’m knocked out of my state of shock as an arrow pierces my side (Training Point Lost). I scream and run towards the table, batting arrows out of the sky with my bloodied sword. Reaching the table, I grab the first backpack I see without stopping, throwing it over my shoulder with one hand and ripping the arrow out of my side with the other. I run for a few more feet before taking another arrow in my leg (Training Point Lost).

Adrenaline pulses through my body, blocking the pain. Dropping my bloody sword, I scream and run. The arrows finally stop flying past me, but I don’t stop running. Not until I’m back at my base, where I collapse in a heap and sob.

Murderer.

(Sarah is safe!)

Eliana Schulze, D10 Female

Eliana Schulze, D10 Female

I wince in pain, touching my nose gingerly where the metal ball hit it. It’s definitely broken (Training Point Lost). I don’t have time for broken noses though. There are still tributes out there, and I’m out of arrows.

I peer out the window. The wasteland is empty, save for two dead bodies. One is the Career girl, Kate. The other…

Seeing Hannah’s body on the ground sends a wave of nausea through my body. Yes, Maureen and I abandoned her. But she was still my ally.

I wait for about 5 minutes before climbing out the window I’ve posted myself at. No arrows fly at me, no tributes pop out to attack me. I run as fast as I can towards the table, eyeing a new quiver of arrows…

 

Micah Scaling, D7 Male

Micah Scaling, D7 Male

I’m aiming my last arrow carefully at the girl from 10 when a hand suddenly wraps around my mouth. I barely have time to let out a muffled scream before a knife is stabbed into my throat (Training Point Lost). Released from my murderer’s grip, I fall to the ground like a rag doll. The world dims as I watch my killer, the boy from 10, step over my body and jump out the window, charging towards the girl from 10…

 

Preston Howell, D10 Male

Preston Howell, D10 Male

A cannon fires, and Eliana looks up from the table just as I throw my knife at her. It slices through her bowstring, sending the taunt string slapping back across her face, leaving a large red gash on her left cheek (Training Point Lost). She screams, a painful howl. Then she drops her decommissioned bow, grabs a dangerous spiked mace, and launches it at me. Not expecting such a move, I spin to dodge. Not far enough; the mace thumps against my side, and I feel a rib bone crack (Training Point Lost).

We both stand there for a moment, breathing heavily and trying to recover, staring at each other.

“Didn’t expect you to make it this far,” Eliana snarls at me, spitting the words out of her mouth as if they were poison. She wipes blood out of her eye, smearing it across her face.

“I got a 9, you got a 10,” I say. “But you don’t have your bow.”

She grins. “And you’re all out of knives.”

We stare at each other in silence again.

Then Eliana grabs a broadsword and tosses it to me. I catch it deftly. She pick up two smaller swords of her own and walks around the table.

“We’re both equally skilled in swords. No advantages, no weaknesses. We’ll see who’s the better District 10 tribute.”

She flourishes with her swords, and steps slowly in a circle. I follow her, sword held up and at the ready.

Then she charges, and the fight begins.

 

Eliana Schulze, D10 Female

Eliana Schulze, D10 Female

I reach Preston and sweep one sword diagonally down towards his chest. He jumps backwards and block my next swipe at his waist.

He was always defensive in training. I, on the other hand, am all attack. I’ll wear him down.

I bring my swords together and swipes down at Preston’s head. He dodges and blocks, before sliding his sword up my own and slicing across my chest (Training Point Lost). Shrieking in pain, I shove up and knock his sword away. We pull apart and stare at one another. Preston grins wickedly at me and suddenly presses forward, slashing wildly at me. I dodge and block as best as I can, but he keeps coming.

Preston’s sword knocks my own out of my sweaty hands in one strong swipe. The next swing slashes across my arm (Training Point Lost). I yelp in pain and kick Preston in the chest, sending him stumbling backwards. Reeling, I reach down for my swords. Behind me, Preston yells, raising his sword above his head, ready to deliver a killing blow.

But before he can, I grab one of my swords, spin, and thrust it into his chest (Training Point Lost).

The world suddenly goes very still. Preston’s sword, still raised above his head, slowly slips down to the ground. Then it falls out of his hands and clatters to the rubble.

I stare down at the handle of my sword, watching the blood trickle down the sides.

“L-lo-look at m-m-me…” Preston growls softly.

I continue to stare at the handle, refusing to look up at the boy whose chest my sword is in. The boy from my district. My district partner.

“Look at m-m-me whe-when you’re ki-killi-killing m-me…”

Hardening my gaze, I look up at Preston’s face. It’s contorted in pain, and blood trickles out the sides of his mouth. He’s hemorrhaging. His eyes lock onto mine, and I can’t take it anymore. I scream and rip the sword out of his chest. He falls to the ground in a heap, and his cannon fires.

I drop the sword and move to the table on shaking legs, wiping more blood out of my face from my head wound. My adrenaline is starting to drop, and the pain of my wounds is increasing. I grab two backpacks and a curved knife before stumbling back into the city, back to my base. I’ve made it.

But at what cost?

 

 

 

Dead Tributes:

Hannah Cruz, D3 Female

Hannah Cruz, D3 Female

 

Kate Henson, D4 Female

Kate Henson, D4 Female

 

Micah Scaling, D7 Male

Micah Scaling, D7 Male

 

Preston Howell, D10 Male

Preston Howell, D10 Male

 

Injured Tributes:

Amber Washington, D2 Female

Amber Washington, D2 Female (3 injuries)

 

Sarah Harrist, D11 Female

Sarah Harrist, D11 Female (2 injuries)

 

Eliana Schulze, D10 Female

Eliana Schulze, D10 Female (4 injuries)

 

Statistics

Kill Count:

Dan Mcbride, D1 Male: 1 (Alex Dooley: D12 Male)

Taylor Pride, D2 Male: 1 (Kailyn Love: D8 Female)

Hannah Cruz, D3 Female: 2 (Peyton Finley: D6 Male, Abby Long: D7 Female)

Kate Henson, D4 Female: 3 (Justin McCoy: D8 Male, Rene Cruz: D3 Male, Hannah Cruz: D3 Female)

Chris Thompson, D4 Male: 2 (Lindsey Emery: D9 Female, Johnny Edman: D5 Male)

Micah Scaling, D7 Male: 1 (Grace Walter: D1 Female)

Eliana Schulze, D10 Female: 1 (Preston Howell: D10 Male)

Preston Howell, D10 Male: 1 (Micah Scaling: D7 Male)

Sarah Harrist, D11 Female: 1 (Kate Henson: D4 Female)

Clement Bilhorn, D11 Male: 1 (Chris Thompson: D4 Male)

 

 

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