Today’s lucky winner is…Sarah of District 11!
Congrats Sarah, your training score is now 8!
Dan’s got a cracked rib, making him the second member of the Careers to be injured. Not including Taylor, since death isn’t an injury. Amber, who already had the lowest training score in our alliance, was injured in the crow attack three days ago. Yes, it was my fault, but she could have run faster. Grace is only competent with her slingshot. She can only maim, not kill. That leaves Kate and I as the only Careers who can actually hunt. Which we are currently doing.
“So when are you planning on leaving the alliance?” Kate asks me as we walk through the city, searching for tributes.
Her question catches me off guard. Is it that obvious that I’ve become disillusioned by the alliance?
“Not anytime soon,” I lie.
I know Kate. The second I admit having cold feet about being allied, I’ll have a knife in the back.
She seems satisfied with my answer, and goes back to perusing the environment.
I could just shoot Kate right now. Get it over with. But I’d have to go back to the other Careers without a partner. And the second they saw Kate missing, I’d have slingshots and battleaxes aimed at me. Not that I couldn’t take them. It’s just not worth the risk. The more competition I can take out before I turn on my allies, the better. So I press on with the hunt.
Preston has sent me to go get water. Armed with my crossbow, I make my way to the ground floor of the skyscraper.
The Games haven’t been that taxing on me so far. It’s Day 6, and I’m still here, despite having one of the lowest training scores. It doesn’t matter; I can use more weapons than my crossbow, although that’s what I’m most comfortable with. And I know I’ve got a crowd supporting me back home. I fully expect to win these Games.
Preston can obviously see the benefits of having me around. That’s the only reason I can think of for not trying to kill me when we first met on the top of our skyscraper. He knows I’m an asset.
I reach the ground floor of the skyscraper and walk out to our car with the purple “x”. It’s only when I reach the car that I realize Preston never gave me the key. I turn back to face the skyscraper.
“Preston!” I yell. “Throw the key down!”
Preston appears at the edge of the roof. He seems to have heard me yell, but not understood what I’ve asked for.
“Preston! The key!”
Johnny continues to yell for the key, and I continue to stare down at him.
“What?” I yell back as he asks for the key once more.
“The key! Throw the key down, I don’t want to walk all the way back up to get it!”
I keep the charade going for two more minutes before pretending to finally understand.
“Oh! The key! One second.”
I grab the purple key from my backpack and toss it down to Johnny.
“Thanks!” he yells up.
I retreat from the edge of the roof. Idiot. He’s been yelling at the top of his lungs for minutes now. The whole arena must be on their way here to kill him.
“Hear that?” asks Sarah. “Someone’s yelling.”
I stop walking and listen. Sure enough, the voice of another tribute can be heard somewhere to the right of where Sarah and I stand.
“Let’s go see if he needs help,” I say.
“Hear that?” asks Chris. Someone’s yelling.”
I stop walking and listen. Sure enough, the voice of another tribute can be heard somewhere to the left of where Chris and I stand.
“Let’s go hunt,” I say.
I unlock the trunk and get down on my knees to reach for our bucket attached to the rope. I drop a block of concrete in the bucket, so it will sink. Then I drop bucket in the well, letting it fill with water before pulling it back up. It’s heavy, and I have to brace a foot against the rusty bumper of the car in order to tug it up.
I jump and spastically release the rope. The bucket falls deep into the well before I can grab the rope again. It’s gone, unreachable. In anger, I turn to the source of the voice, the girl from 7.
“You need any help?” she asks, genuinely concerned.
In response, I grab my loaded crossbow and shoot an arrow off at her. The arrow veers off to the right. But the girl, expecting my aim to be better than it is, dodges right into it. It grazes across her right temple, sending a waterfall of blood pouring over her eye (Training Point Lost). Screaming in pain, she and her partner turn to run away as I start to load another arrow…
Johnny is so focused on loading another arrow to shoot at the rapidly retreating girls that he doesn’t notice the two Careers sneaking up behind him. The boy from 4 loads and fires an arrow faster than my eyes can track. It flies straight into the back of Johnny’s head.
Jerking forward, he drops his crossbow and sinks to his knees, reaching up with his right hand to see what’s entered his skull. His hand doesn’t quite get there; it goes limp as he falls on his side to the ground. A cannon fires, and I scoot back from the edge as the Careers race off in hot pursuit of the two other girls.
The purple key still sits in the lock of the trunk, and I’m sure I can find another bucket somewhere. Johnny’s supplies sit in the corner of my base, enough to last me another week. I watch as the hovercraft arrives to pick up Johnny’s body, saluting at the dead boy as he is lifted into the belly of the vehicle. He’s helped me more than he and I ever thought possible.
Dan Mcbride, D1 Male: 1 (Alex Dooley: D12 Male)
Taylor Pride, D2 Male: 1 (Kailyn Love: D8 Female)
Hannah Cruz, D3 Female: 1 (Peyton Finley: D6 Male)
Kate Henson, D4 Female: 2 (Justin McCoy: D8 Male, Rene Cruz: D3 Male)
Chris Thompson, D4 Male: 2 (Lindsey Emery: D9 Female, Johnny Edman: D5 Male)
Careers (Grace Walter and Dan McBride: D1 Tributes, Amber Washington: D2 Female, Kate Henson and Chris Thompson: D4 Tributes)
Abby’s Alliance: (Abby Long: D7 Female, Sarah Harrist: D11 Female)
The Deserter’s Alliance: (Maureen Lynch: D5 Female, Eliana Schulze: D10 Female)
Sponsorship is now open! Be sure to vote for your favorite, and to choose a new favorite if your tribute died today!