May The Odds Be Ever In Your Favor

Day 7

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Today’s lucky winner is…Clement of District 11!

Clement Bilhorn, D11 Male

Clement Bilhorn, D11 Male

Congrats Clement, your training score is now 9!

 

Day 7

Amber Washington, D2 Female

Amber Washington, D2 Female

Chris went out hunting alone today. The second he left, Kate gathered the four of us together for a conference.

“What’s this about?” asks Dan, wincing as he sits up against the Cornucopia.

“Chris is over this alliance,” says Kate matter-of-factly. “I could feel it while I was hunting with him yesterday.”

“I’ve felt it too,” I say. “He hasn’t shown any remorse for causing my injuries.”

Grace nods. “He didn’t like us even before that. An 8 for a training score doesn’t seem good enough for him.”

Kate and Dan don’t say anything in response. It’s fine, I wouldn’t expect them to.

“So what do we do?” asks Dan.

Kate laughs.

“What do you think? We kill him”

Clement Bilhorn, D11 Male

Clement Bilhorn, D11 Male

A pinhole of light from the manhole cover above me shines in my face until I open my eyes. It’s morning. Noon, probably. I sit up and stretch.

The sewers seemed like the most logical place to go. Down here, I can travel in relative safety. There’s no water or sewage, but the smell is still horrific. It’s a small price to pay for being able to sleep without fear.

With my rope wrapped over my right shoulder, I make my way through the span of tunnels that I’ve explored. The sewers have a pretty consistent layout: a large semicircle in the middle, the bottom of which is too dark to make out, with thin ledges on either side of the tunnel to walk on. It’s dark, but after being down here for a while I can see pretty well. Eventually I make it to the manhole I’m looking for, and climb up the ladder to the surface.

Standing on one of the ladder bars, I reach up and push the manhole cover aside. I wait a moment before peering out, scanning to make sure the coast is clear. It’s bright up here, and the air is cleaner, if not dustier.

Satisfied that it’s safe, I climb out of the manhole and walk the twenty-foot spanse to the well I found in a car trunk. I take my orange key out of my pocket and unlock the trunk. The refreshing scent of chilled water wafts up at my face. I go to the left side of the car and reach under for my bucket…

Chris Thompson, D4 Male

Chris Thompson, D4 Male

The boy ducks down behind the car before I can get a shot off. I curse under my breath and lower my bow, keeping my arrow at the ready. The boy grabs a bucket from under the car and starts to get to his feet. Then he happens to glance through the car window, and he sees me. He drops back behind the car in a panic.

Great.

It’s clear that he has no weapons on him. Just the rope around his shoulders. I hold my bow at the ready, waiting for him to emerge. And emerge he does, sprinting for an open manhole and holding the bucket like a shield. I fire off an arrow, but the boy gets lucky and manages to deflect it by waving his bucket around madly. By time time I’ve got another arrow loaded, he’s jumped straight into the manhole. I chase after him, not willing to give up.

I reach the edge of the manhole and peer inside. It’s dark. Not willing to miss a kill, I climb down the ladder in hot pursuit. The first thing I see after my eyes adjust is blood. The boy’s injured himself jumping down here (Training Point Lost). And with a blood trail like the one he’s leaving, he won’t be hard to find…

Clement Bilhorn, D11 Male

Clement Bilhorn, D11 Male

I make it back to my backpack, wincing in pain as I shuffle through it’s contents to find some bandages to wrap up the nasty gash on my arm. I can hear the boy from 4’s footsteps echoing through the tunnel behind me. I have to hurry.

I tie off the bandage and try to ignore the pain as I slip into the semicircle. Then I quietly backtrack, walking towards the slowly approaching boy. My hunch was right; he’s too focused on the blood trail I’ve left behind to notice me.

His foot lands next to my head, and I shoot out a hand and grab his ankle, tugging him into the sewer canal with me.

Chris Thompson, D4 Male

Chris Thompson, D4 Male

I’m following the blood trail when a hand grabs my ankle and tugs me into the sewer canal. My head hits the side as I fall, and I feel a large gash split open (Training Point Lost). Somewhere in the fall I lose my bow. The pain of my head injury is quickly forgotten as I suddenly feel a pair of hands lock around my throat.I reach up with my own and find a throat as well, and begin rolling around in a grapple battle with my assailant.

It’s dark, but I manage to land a well-placed kick in the boy’s crotch. He yelps and falls back, but not before giving me a kick in the gut. I fall back as well, the wind knocked out of me.

I can’t see a thing as I try to stand up, disoriented and woozy from my bleeding head. I think I hear a noise behind me, and turn just as a thick rope slips over my neck. I’m reaching to get it off when I’m suddenly shoved forward, the rope catching me and pulling me back after a few steps…

Clement Bilhorn, D11 Male

Clement Bilhorn, D11 Male

The boy stumbles back as I tug on the rope. I can make out his hands reaching for the rope, but he’s lost so much blood from his head wound that he gets dizzy and falls to his knees. I slam a foot on his back and yank on the rope over and over again as hard as I can, screaming in order to drown out the boy’s throat gurgles.

The gurgles and screams come to a sudden halt as a snapping sound echoes through the sewer. I slowly drop the rope as the boy falls to his side, his head hanging back at an unnatural angle. He hits the floor of the sewer just as a cannon fires.

I killed him. I killed him and I’m still alive.

I hear a rushing noise from somewhere down the tunnel, and quickly retrieve my rope from around the boy’s neck. A thin trickle of water weaves its way around my shoe, thickening its way into a stream. I climb out of the sewer canal just as a wall of water slams its way through the semicircle, sweeping up the dead boy in its current. A minute later and the water has dropped to nothing again, leaving me alone once more.

I sit for a moment before standing up and heading back to the entrance to retrieve my bucket. Killer or not, I’m still thirsty.

Dead Tribute:

Chris Thompson, D4 Male

Chris Thompson, D4 Male

Injured Tribute:

Clement Bilhorn, D11 Male

Clement Bilhorn, D11 Male

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: 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)

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

Alliances:

Careers (Grace Walter and Dan McBride: D1 Tributes, Amber Washington: D2 Female, Kate Henson: D4 Female)

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!

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