Today’s winner is…Dr. Tiffany Kriner of District 2!
Congrats, Dr. Kriner, your training score is now 11!
Alison’s dead. The sky confirmed it last night, flashing up her picture after the anthem.
This is, in a word, problematic.
I’m the last adult in the Games. Never mind what these kids might say about being 21 making them “legal adults”. They haven’t lived what I’ve lived. We’re different, and we all know it.
Which means that I’m a target now.
I don’t like the way Josh from my district stares at me as we trudge through the forest, searching for a water source. I can see him thinking it, that he should just shoot me through the skull and take the Games back to what they used to be: children killing children.
I don’t give him the satisfaction.
It all happens very suddenly, and very quickly. My district partner suddenly rips the knife out of her pack’s pocket and launches it at me with a shrill shriek. Caught totally off guard, I can do nothing as it rips through my arm (Training Point Lost). Blood sprays from the flesh wound.
Screaming in pain, I lift my crossbow and fire a shot off at Dr. Kriner, but she’s already turning to run. My arrow lodges into her pack, and then she’s gone, crashing through the foliage and trees.
And with that, my alliance of three days dies.
Camping out at the Cornucopia doesn’t really suit a Career. But it’s what my alliance has decided to do.
After Zack died…well, things just haven’t been the same. Suddenly, the tributes waiting out in the forest are scarier. More dangerous.
Sure, there’s tributes like the girl from 6, the boy from 7, and the girl from 9. Weak, inexperienced, lucky. Andrew would be among their numbers if I hadn’t brought him into our alliance. Maurice from 5 is in the same category as them; nothing to worry about from a pacifist.
Then there’s tributes that are a bit more unpredictable. The boy from 9 and the girl from 12. They didn’t exactly stand out score-wise, but they’re still alive. I wouldn’t be surprised if some of the kills in the Games so far belong to them.
And then there’s the real competition. The girl from 3. Joseph from my district. Abigail from Edwin’s district. The girl from 10 who killed Zack. And the two tributes from 2. All as strong or stronger than Edwin and me.
Abigail wouldn’t ever ally with anyone, but if the rest of them somehow decided to work together…
At least if we keep camping, we’ll be able to see an attack coming.
The boy from 1 snarls ferociously as he comes at me again with his katana. Calmly, I block his incoming strike with my staff, and the next, and the next.
“Why won’t you just die?” he screeches, slashing again and again.
I don’t answer. All my energy needs to be conserved and focused into blocking his attacks. I am a wall.
For the first time, as I fight for my life, I consider why I’m even trying to protect myself. I’m never going to go on the offensive, ever. I certainly could kill this boy if I wanted to. A sharp jut of my staff to the handle of his katana would send it flying out of his hands. Then a hard swing to his skull would knock him unconscious, and in three seconds his discarded katana would be thrusting towards his heart, by my hand.
But I refuse. I’m not playing that game.
My defensive approach, on the other hand, is only delaying the inevitable. I could block him for hours, and that’s not hyperbole. But once my energy is gone, I’ll be dead. And even if he runs out of energy, he’ll recover, and come for me again. They all will.
It’s a rather sudden realization. I’m better than all of this.
When the boy swings his sword down at my neck, I decide not to block.
My katana slices through flesh and bone, separating the boy’s head from his body. A gasp echoes from his exposed windpipe as his body crumples, landing on the ground just as his cannon fires.
Breathing heavily, I wipe my sword clean with the boy’s shirt, and then walk over to where he dropped his pack as I approached him for this fight.
Rummaging through his rations and supplies, I scowl, anger simmering in my veins.
Winning through surrender never feels as good as beating someone into submission.
Current Training Scores
District 1: Jennifer Fu (9) and Joseph Quiggle (11)
District 2: Dr. Tiffany Kriner (11) and Josh Ryken (9)
District 3: Katherine Braden (9)
District 4: Abigail Black (11) and Edwin Chung (9)
District 6: Kasey Send (5)
District 7: Ben Weidemann (6)
District 9: Christie Taylor (6) and Joseph Abdelmelek (8)
District 10: Ellen Egerton (10)
District 12: Kayla Roberson (8) and Andrew Wang (6)
Strongest Tributes: District 1’s Joseph Quiggle, District 2’s Dr. Tiffany Kriner, and District 4’s Abigail Black
Weakest Tribute: District 5’s Kasey Send
Average Training Score: 8.42
Median Training Score: 9
Score Most Tributes Have: 9
District 1’s Joseph Quiggle: One kill (District 5’s Maurice Bokanga)
District 2’s Josh Ryken: One kill (District 8’s Abe Nakamura)
District 3’s Katherine Braden: One kill (District 11’s Nico Lasta)
District 4’s Edwin Chung: One kill (District 3’s Dr. Matthew Milliner)
District 9’s Joseph Abdelmelek: One kill (District 5’s Dr. Beth Jones)
District 9’s Christie Taylor: One kill (District 10’s David Nitchman)
District 10’s Ellen Egerton: One kill (District 6’s Zackary Smiley)
The Terrible Three (District 1’s Jennifer Fu, District 4’s Edwin Chung, and District 12’s Andrew Wang)
The Blonde Resistance (District 3’s Katherine Braden and District 9’s Christie Taylor)
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