Snippet #981954

I stand on the raised metal platform, my hands tight little fists at my sides as I crouch down ready to run. My eyes scan the surface of the ground, looking for the perfect weapons. Me and my brother have made the plan prior to this, grab our weapons, and I grab carrying packs, clothes, anything materialistic and he is to grab food and water. It is after that not to get killed, turn and hide…leaving marks for the other to follow. Hopefully it works. My eyes slowly drift up, finding my twin’s eyes in an instant, I usually always know where he is which would make the finding the other perfect for us. We are connected…we are twins…hopefully it doesn’t fail in the game. Giving him a cocky grin and a nod of my head my eyes flick to the bow and arrow that I have claimed as my own. Along the way there is a sleeping bag. Perfect. Hearing the countdown begin I plant myself to get ready to run, waiting for the horn to blare. Hearing it I’m off, my bright pink hair flying behind me as I zip forward. My breathing and footsteps hallow out in my ears as they attune to my surroundings, listening for the whiz of a weapon or the approach of footsteps. Along my way I see a male kicked to the ground by a female, but I don’t stop, just jump over him and avoid the girl. Reaching the sleeping bag I swoop it up, putting it over my back so it sticks up to cover my head, if a weapon is thrown hopefully it will lodge in the sleeping bag if I can’t duck. The bow and arrow is almost in my grasp when I see a hand reach for it. I don’t think but react, I’ll think later. Using my running momentum I throw a punch at the persons nose, using my punch to carry me forward so I can spin and deliver a high kick to the persons neck when they stagger back. Spinning from my kick I go low, reaching out for the bow an arrow I come up, an arrow in hand. The arrow I flash out, sinking the pointed end into the persons neck before pulling back, swinging the quiver of arrows over my back and putting the bloody arrow back in. Finally I step back to take a look at the person I just killed…a young girl. Pushing away my disgust I turn, scanning the crowd to just see a glimpse of my brother running away. I pull an arrow out and notch it to the bow, letting it fly at a boy that was running up behind my brother, lodging it in his back so he falls over dead. Quickly I take off running, swiping up weapons and supplies as I run. I no long care what I grab as long as I get out alive.




I feel so alone on this platform, so used to having my sister by my side. She is the fire, I’m the ice, we complete each other. Needing reinsurances she is there I raise my eyes to meet hers, giving back another smile as her plan came back to me. Get weapons, get supplies and leave. I’m not going to fight as much, I just want to get my stuff and leave without blood shed if I could. Though If I have to I know I will fight and I will kill. I’m only going to die by my sisters hands and that is at the end of the event. Returning my gaze to the scattered supplies I look for any weapons that would interest me or my sister. I saw some knifes, some very small and some large laying open on a cloth. Further towards the golden Cornucopia was the food and water supplies. Sighing I knew I would need to get there, get them and run away. Hopefully I can make it…never mind I WILL make it. Settling down into a crotch I wait for the blare to tell me to run. When It sounds I jump forward, running as fast as I can towards the knifes. Need weapons first. Gathering them up I shove them into my shirt to hold the bundle, while I only take one knife to fight with. I don’t think the knifes in my shirt will hurt me, the cloth they are held in is strong material. I don’t wait to see if anyone is coming but dart towards the bag of food and water I see, I needed to grab it if I wanted to survive in this barren land until I hunker down with my sister and formulate a plan. Along my way I grab a small metal disk like shield and buckle it to my back as I run. My hands close around the bag of food and I duck to the ground as a knife flies over my head. I don’t care to fight, just grab the knife lodged in the ground in front of me and take off running. My sister would like the knife, its one of those fancy throwing ones. I ran towards the mountains, sure there would be water and wildlife there for hunting. I don’t hesitate as I hear someone approaching behind me, just turned long enough to see if I should fight or run. He falls to the ground dead, an arrow in his back. Looking further back I see my sisters pink hair as she runs towards me, bow in hand. Nodding my head I turn and run, knowing she will follow. She has my back while I watch our front. Like I said we are the perfect team.