Isabella 'Precious' Johnson's Story

Cassius followed Precious around for a bit. He learned a few things about the plant life that would get him around. Eventually they tried some weaponry. Cassius was good with a sword as far as strength, one slash cut through a dummy deeply, but it wasn't as effective as his sledgehammer skills. He tried the bow and arrow and missed terribly, he even broke the string of one of the bows because he pulled it back to hard. Then there was the knife throwing which Precious excelled in, Cassius only managed to hit the bottom of the target.

Cassius could see a couple of eyes on him. They were all so secretive, it was starting to piss him off. He balled up his fists and his arms got tighter, showing the definition of his muscles. Cassius sat down with his back against a pillar that extended from the floor to the ceiling. He decided it'd be best if he took a moment to rest. It would be in his best interest not to enter the games with sore muscles.

This place was fantastic, but it wasn't as good as training with his father. His father would know the right words to say to him always when he was stuck in situations like this.

Precious
Precious sat back and watched it all. There was something going on with who was it? The girl that looked like a doll, and the guy who looked like a male model. They were sly, and devious. Formulating some sort of strategy. She saw the girl punch the guy. Her actions were quick and sly, making it look like Cassius had punched him. But there was no mistaking it. She cocked an eyebrow as it played out further, and finally, the girl knocking the punching bag down with a rock. A rock. Interesting. She through her knife up into the air and caught it in between her fingers, by the blade. she placed it back on the rack and headed for the door, the day being practically over. Tomorrow were the interviews.

((Yes, you can write a paragraph or so about the interviews.))

Her stylist was amazing, making a dress the glittered like jewels. She wore a diamond ring , and her necklace that represents her district. It was perfect. It was also sharp, tailored to the point where it looked like a sculpture jutting in different angles. It was beautiful, and dangerous. She was the first one to go out. The crowd cheering, lights shining, and Caesar, smiling to the camera.

"District One, Isabella Johnson!"

Precious put on a dazzling smile and confidently walked to the chair across from Caesar. She extended a hand to Caesar, and he shook it. "Please, call me by my middle name; Precious." She said. "Well, well, Precious. Aren't you just a darling, precious, thing," He said. The crowd gave a laugh. "Priceless. I'm one of a kind. You can't buy me at a store," she said, with a smile. Caesar laughed, and so did the audience. "So, Precious, why did you volunteer?" Caesar asked. "Well, I've always wanted to eat a peach cobbler," she joked, and the crowd erupted in laughter. "No, it's because I want to make my family, and my district proud," she started. "Plus, I couldn't bear to see that young, poor, twelve year old get killed," she added, with sympathy. The crowd cooed and awed. "What an honorable thing to do," Caesar said. "So, do you think you would win, or are you having second thoughts?" Caesar continued. "I am fairly confident in my skills. I have trained, and practiced. And if I lost, I would have failed my district." Precious responded. "Oh come now, you wouldn't fail...look at that score! A big ole' whopping 1 0. How do you get a score like that?" Caesar said. "Oh come now," Precious said, mocking Caesar a little. The crowd laughed. "You know I can't tell what happened...but lets just say that before they next person could come in, they had to replace some, maybe a lot, ok a ton of dummies, when I was done." she responded. Caesar raised his eyebrows, and the crowd chuckled. "I'll give you a hint," She said, picking up a pen from the table beside her. She looked around and spotted the capitol lady that had announced the tributes for her district. She flicked the pen and it went flying through the air, snatching the hat off of her head, like before. The crowd cheered, and thundering applause swept over her. "That's all for Precious!" Caesar said, and the crowd erupted in applause again. She smiled.

((I'm not going to do John's interview, but he is done with training. SO... both Precious and John are done with training. They are finished interacting with others before the games.))

I looked at Felicity as she all of a sudden started provoking Cassius. The guy next to her seemed a little less annoyed but still. "Well screw that idea," I muttered under my breath. I took some deep breaths. The training has ended for me. I walked out of the training room. I walked pretty slowly I looked around. I knew that when training ended the real challenge began. The next day, I walked into a room with 24 chairs. A lot of the people were already seated. The interviews. I had to endure sitting next to Precious for a couple of minutes. She smelled like awful perfume. At first I started to gag. She shot me a deadly glare. I reluctantly sat down next to her. Luckily, she was the first one up. I waited for around 10 minutes before I heard my name.

District One, Marth Telman

I straitened my white suite. I walked out onto the stage and sat down. "So how does it feel to be in the Capitol," asked Caesar. I looked down and mumbled into my microphone. "What?" he asked while smiling psychotically. "Great," I yelled into the microphone. The sound boomed through the entire building. I smiled. This was going terribly.

Crystal Densure, District Two

I heard my name being called. I was waiting in a seat, in one line from district to district.
I'd seen both Precious and Marth's interviews before my own.
I wasn't going to comment at all about their interviews, as I always think the best one is going to be the winner, just a stupid thing I thought when I was younger, but it's not.
Well, I was placed in between Marth and Cassius. I didn't speak to him, he probably thought I betrayed him, well he's wrong he betrayed me. But at least Marth was nice to talk to. At least to stop the nerves from taking over.
When Marth came back, I smiled and walked on confidently, although I wasn't a Career, I had to act really awesome at this to get sponsors, or I'm going to die within the first day.

I smiled at Caesar, as I walked on stage with my gray and brown colored, brick patterned dress on and pulled it high enough for me to walk in the heels, which were of the same colour and pattern. I reached the opposite seat to him and sat down. I looked into the audience and gave a smile, I needed them to think I was strong enough to win this competition otherwise I'd never get sponsors.
He turned his head towards me, "Hello, Crystal. How are you doing?"
I inhauled as my nerves had kicked in again. "Hi, I'm...fine," I said, confidently thinking after a while, how I really am but I know I sounded as if I had asked a question. My lips started to get dry now but I still went on.
I uncrossed my legs, so I didn't look like I was shaking.
"That's good, so you volunteered to be a tribute...Why?" He asked the audience and grinned, then turned back to me. I looked off in the distance.
"Well, Long story. But I had always wondered what it would be like in the games. I'd always been fascinated by how they work that I decided to try it out and see how far I come. And this year, I thought...I was ready." I paused, now thinking, What have I gotten myself into?

(OFFICIALLY STARTING THE 70TH ANNUAL HUNGER GAMES!!!! Ok, so not really. Just do the countdown thing, getting raised up, what you see, just so I know who is active. That way I can revise the list. Do NOT post anything that involves you getting of the platform until I say so, ok?)

[i]Precious[/i]
Her fingers trembled. They were shaking. Shaking in anticipation. Only five more minutes. Five. Soon, she would be raised up into the shining daylight. Where would she be? Only the Gamemakers know. Either way, as long as there was knives, there would be people dead. She was wearing sturdy sweatpants that looked as if they were waterproof. Under a wind breaker was a normal looking blue shirt. They had given her sneakers with good traction. So it wouldn't get very cold at nights, but it would be windy. She tried to remember what environments would make things windy. The Ocean, Mountain tops, Lakes. She rocked on the balls of her feet. She was ready for this. Her stylist came over and handed her the necklace she had brought as a symbol of her district. "1 minute! Get on your platform." He said. Obediently, Precious confidently walked to her platform, her heart hammering. Just get some knives, then you're in business. She sucked in a deep breath of air as the cylinder closed, and slowing rose. She had trained for this.

The sunlight blinded her, and she looked around. In a U shape around the cornucopia were the 24 tributes. She gave a smirk at the boy from her district, and gave a nod to John, Cassius, and P.D. SHe then eyed her prize, a big stack of shiny daggers. She grinned. John surveyed the area and also saw the knives. No doubt would her get there first. He gave a sort of pointed gesture to himself, then to the knives, then to Precious. Precious narrowed her eyes confused, then understood. Since John was fast, he would snag the knives for her. She nodded and watched as the clock counted down. 15 seconds. She took a deep breath. 10 seconds. She glanced at John who was bouncing on the balls of his feet, readying a stance to run. She gave another quick node to Cassius and P.D. 5 seconds. breath in. 4 seconds. breath out. 3 seconds. She crouched low, ready to run. 2 seconds. 1 second. The loud drone of the buzzer rang in her ears and she pushed off, her feet hit grass, her eyes set on the knives.

Elenour

five minutes.Elenour stepped on the platform breathing heavily,not wanting to die and not wanting to let Sari die along with her.
As her stylist came she put the ring on her index finger,wich made her smile.Three minutes.After pacing on the platformfor two minutes it was time for her to be raised up to where they were supposed to be.Oneminute.Elenour quickly prayed and hugged her stylist thanking her for everything.She stood still bitting her nails as the tube slid over her and began lifting her.She straightened out her 'fighting clothes' and stood like a statue.As the platform stopped at the top she already saw people eyeing the knives wich made elenour skiddish,she then decided to go for the spears instead,then working with her plan with Sari.She looked over to the girl she knew she had to protect with every thing in her body and sighed.5 she closed her eyes.4.She reopened them.3.SHe kept her eyes on the spears.2.she got ready to run and one the gong rang.wich made Elenour get off the platform her feet touching the grass ,keeping her sight on a couple spears.


P.d

As the five minutes was announced Paladin was excited,she was trained for this wich made it even better.She wanted to kill people in the bloodbath...just her violent nature.Her stylist made her change in her clothes and then put her silver snake braclet on her.P.d didn't smile her mind was set.After foru minutes her stylist told her to stand on the platform,wich she did.After a minute she was being raised up,she looked around the area,uncommon territory.She then eyed the people she was going to kill,Then her alliances.She knew they where set on the knives so she was going to go for a spear or and arrow.5.Paldin smiled evily at her'kill list'4.she got ready to lunge.3.she breathed out.2,and one her feet instantly hit the ground as she eyed the spears and bow and arrows.

Cassius stretched on his way to the platform that would be raised up momentarily. He recollected the interview which went pretty bad. Cassius lacked the social skills to do as good as the others. His answers were one word and if he was asked to elaborate he'd give the interviewer a glare. He'd seen Crystal earlier in the day, but there was a silence between the two of them because he join Precious' alliance. He didn't understand why she didn't join when she was offered the invitation. He felt like he should worry for her, but in all honesty he didn't care if she lived or died.

Cassius through a few loose uppercuts as he got on the platform, just the way his dad showed him. Using power from not only his massive arms, but the momentum of his body movement. Cassius felt ready when the platform began to rise, but each bit of inches it got higher, the more doubts filled through Cassius' head. The light outside was blinding for a moment as Cassius eyes adjusted. He immediately saw the sledgehammer's glimmer as it was propped up against the cornucopia. Cassius would have to charge right in the middle to get his weapon of choice. He still had his hands, but that wouldn't help him against a long range fighter. Cassius was good at bobbing and weaving so that would help as far as projectiles he could see coming.

He looked over at Precious who'd given him a nod. He nodded back as he tried to remind himself who the other careers were. He hadn't met any of them, but he'd seen their faces, though unfamiliar. Cassius hoped that he didn't hit one of them by mistake. As Cassius glanced around he saw Marth and he looked over at him without moving his head so he wouldn't arouse suspicion. Cassius hoped that the two of them would have each others back since they were coming from similar backgrounds.

There was about a minute left and there was a silence, but a distant sound could be heard in the background. Cassius slowly turned his head around without moving his body to see what was further in the distance. He could see water, and a lot of it, surrounding the area. "You've got to be kidding me" Cassius muttered under his breath as he hoped that this wasn't an island. He couldn't see over the cornucopia, so there was still hope, although slim.

Cassius figured out how he would have to go about this. His initial run would have to be slow enough so that he could observe the area around him just in case anything came flying at him. Once he got the sledgehammer in his hands he would then hit anyone who hadn't died or ran away that was in his area. Those people excluding the careers and Marth.

The final ten seconds counted down and Cassius took a few deep breaths. The games were officially underway as Cassius took his first cautious step on the grass.

The platform was raising, only a couple of seconds until everyone was trying to slaughter the person. I sighed. I looked down at my self my outfit looked ok. It was probably the most comfortable thing I've worn in several years. I looked to my left and saw Precious smirking at me. As she turned her head, I gave her a barbaric gesture from federal years ago called "The Finger". I scanned the arena. There were several bags scattered all over the little island we were standing on. I also looked over to towards Crystal and Cassius. Crystal motioned for me for when the games start to runaway from the bags. I thought about it and that would probably be the best plan of action. Cassius looked towards me. He knew we were supposed to be enemies. He gave me an angry look. I knew that he was wishing me good luck and finalizing our agreement. I looked back towards Precious and smirked. Hopefully this will go well. The announcer boomed on the microphone.
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John

The drone of the buzzer made me leap, yes, literally like 3 yards off the platform, my feet hitting grass. I was already halfway to the cornucopia and some people were still standing awestruck. Precious was half as far as I, and some other kid was sort of close. No time to think, though, only act. I was a few feet away, precious halfway. The table was right there. Grab the knives, as many as you can. One, two, three, four, five. He shoved into one hand. No grab more. Picking up four more in the other, he sprinted to precious, meeting her halfway. He shoved them into her hands and turned to get more, but some other kid was grabbing some! And heading for Mykeisha. "Damn it!" He said, turning for the kid. Not on my watch. Nobody would be outrunning me. he sprinted to the table, grabbing the remaining knives the kid left, and sprinted in his direction.

Precious

Knives, knives, about ten. Thank you John! She then turned around. Time for some fun. With a flick of her wrist she sent a knife spiraling toward who she thought was the District 3 female. She then turned and sent two more, each hitting their targets: District 9 male and District 7 female. She grinned as she heard three canon fires. She caught sight of the mute girl, Mykeisha, and flicked her wrist again, cursing her luck as it didn't hit home. She yanked the knives from the chests of her victims and flung them at two more; District 6 female and District 10 male. Only one had a deadly hit though, so she flung another, hearing the sickening thud as the knife burrowed into his chest. She caught sight of another tribute running off in the distance, District 11 female, so she sent a knife after her, watching as she fell.

Six. Six kids she had already killed. This was going to be easy. She held the four knives in her hand. She needed more. More knives. She watched as the rest of the rest of the tributes ran around like little pigs. She snatched up a knife from the ground, there were so many knives, so many sizes. These were different though. But still throwable. She chucked another knife at the girl she thought was named Fay, Fay Sombre. 7 children. This was going to be easy.

Cassius took his first somber steps in the hunger games. His delayed reaction already had him a moment behind everyone else, so he picked up the pace and dashed off towards the sledgehammer that was propped against the side of the Cornucopia. Cassius watched as people began to hit the ground. Precious was already getting a head start at eliminating the competition. On his way to the hammer the District 10 male was trying to escape Precious' knife throwing. Cassius was in a collision course with the male, so his instict was to swing at Cassius with the sword he picked up. Cassius had no intention of fighting without a weapon, but it seemed like he'd be forced into it.

Cassius who specialized in close range dodged the downward strike and came back with an explosive blow to the side of ribs. The boy was in a painful shock was he stood nearly motionless as the sword fell from his hand. Without finishing him off Cassius continued to the hammer, he looked back for a moment and saw that Precious had picked the district 10 male off.

Cassius was mere feet away from the sledgehammer in front of him as he reached out for it, while still running towards it.

Elenour (district six...dont know if you were talking about my character because shes the district six female but I will act as if the knife burrowed into her arm ,leg or thigh.)

Elenour turned her head slightly,seeing where Sri went and made a mental note of it.She ran desperatly for the knives but they were being taken,she dogged that bullet,grabbed two spears and a bow and arrow,off the ground as fast as she could.She turned around running in the direction Sari was running.She began to avoid other 'bigger tributes',she tried to avoid the bloodbath until she felt a intense pain in her leg,wich made her slow down a bit.Elenour glanced down quickly,seeing and realizing that a mediium sized knife was just thrown at her into her thigh.Although the pain and seeing the blood was killing her she pulled it out quickly,fighting away the tears.She ran away from the bloodbath and finnaly spotted Sari."C'mon."she said stopping out of breathe for a second."We have to keep going!' Elenour tugged her arm and began to run again.

P.D

Paladin runned towards the spears and practicly growled at the disrict six female watching as she toook some and ran.p.d grabbed a spear and threw it AT the district eleven boy.Piercing the middle of his chest.She smiled to her self as he fell and a cannon went off.She was proud shhe was repersenting her district.She saw that precious already picked a few people off and hit the district 6 girl,not killing her,That district 6 gitrl has way to much cockiness p.d thought as she ran toward preciouse and standing by her side,getting ready to throw another spear."Good job so far." she added bitting her lip

I heard the buzzer I began to run away from everyone else. I looked back to see Precious slaughtering several other tributes. One of the tributes was the boy from District 10. The kid was holding a sword. I knew I couldn't hold my own against any other tributes. I had to get a weapon though. I dashed towards the sword. I managed to grab it. As I lunged back towards direction I was going at first. I began to slip. As my knees hit the floor I felt a sharp pain in my left shoulder. I looked my shoulder. It was a dagger that had been thrown into my shoulder. I looked to my right. There was Precious. If I hadn't tripped I would have been dead. I kept the dagger there, knowing that if I hit a vein I'd be dead in seconds.

I bolted back in the other direction. I had no idea what I was doing. I just ran towards the water. I dived in water and started swimming. It really hurt my shoulder but I knew I had to keep going. As I made it to the other side I looked back to see the carnage that was the Bloodbath.

Precious

(Sorry if I'm being to 'oh I threw a knife and now he is dead...' I'm only doing that for the non actives, mostly to get rid of them. When it gets down to 12 left, I will stop, even leave some non actives so they can be killed off later)
People were dying left and right, because of her. It was....beautiful. How many were left? She didn't know. Already that Elanour and Sari alliance was in the water, out of her range. Cassiues was taking care of Crystal, Mykeisha was swimming to safety also, and some kid with a helmet was getting away! District 12 male, she remembered. She flicked a knife at him and it fell short. He was out of range and that helmet was stupid. She looked around, but also noticed her limited amount of knives. She ran and grabbed a couple of knives from her victims and searched from her next target. She spotted a girl hiding in the cornucopia, holding a pitchfork, It was the female from district 10. Throwing a knife it burrowed into her thigh, hitting a vein. She wasn't dead, but she would bleed out soon.

She surveyed the area again and noticed Cassius still hadn't killed Crystal. Odd, but I need to focus. And even as she said that, she felt something pierce her left arm. She hissed in pain and found the guy from 7 wielding an axe. Oh it hurt like crap! At least it wasn't her throwing arm. With a flick of her wrist, blood gurgled up from the guy's mouth, and he fell over dead. She snatched the dagger from his chest and looked around. Who to kill....who to kill. But as she looked, she saw that her options were dwindling. Some guy from eight was in the water, so was Mr. Helmet. Another guy, from 11 was just reaching the water and she threw another knife, just to watch it hit his arm, but not kill him. And everyone else? They were grabbing packs and hitting the highroad. She hadn't acted fast enough. Soon the bloodbath would be over.

John

Precious was going on a freaking killing spree. But he had to catch that kid, he had to, and he wasn't paying attention, which earned him a hit to the chest with a pack full of something heavy. His breath knocked out of him and he fell to the ground, gasping for breath. Jeez that hurt. He pulled himself to his feet, watching in dismay as Mykeisha escaped his grasp. Looks like Precious was fairing well....except for the axe to the arm. That's not good. He shrugged it off. he took a backpack to the chest. He stood up. And boy was he paying for it, he thought as he wheezed in pain.

Precious

There weren't many people left on the island type place, just dead bodies, the careers, an injured crystal, a couple scragglers just making it to the water and.... and district three male? He was walking right toward her, only a few yards away. What was his name...Cody? No, she couldn't remember just kept walking forward. What was his deal? Was he looking for a death wish? She tried going through the list of scores. What was he ((and to everyone else, aka careers, please go along with this...it helps the plot))? Then it hit her. Was he the one that got a seven? No, that was John. Noooo! He is the one that got a six. What was he good at? Maybe he might be useful. A six was ok. A six could strengthen the careers. Either way, she gripped her knife tighter and had it poised for a kill, in case he decided to try anything. As he reached her, she raised an eyebrow. "Are you the kid that got the six? I might spare you, if you are useful, Mr. Suicide."

Precious raised an eyebrow. So he was the kid with the six, and almost an eight. That's pretty impressive...i guess. And he hated the tribute I killed? He was giving her some mixed messages, but clearly he meant no harm. In fact, he wanted to join them. Interesting...and rrrr? Weird kid. But based on the description he gave, he wasn't cut out for them, smarts, medicine, traps? It would be useful, if you were being hunted. She twirled the knife in her hand. It was tempting to kill him, but maybe they needed some kid like this, give them smarts. Besides, he wouldn't be any good then why did he get such a high score? And, the wound on her arm was hurting pretty bad, blood was trickling down her elbow. And anyway, if it ever came down to it, she could just kill him. Her thoughts were interrupted by the mention of an invisibility cloak. Weirdo. She folded her arms. "Alright, you can stay with us as long as you are useful," she said, turning away from him. A thought occurred to her. Threaten him. "And any funny business," she said, whipping around and pressing the cold metal of the blade to his throat, "And I will slit your throat." With that, she spun around to see what was going on with John and P.D., Puzzling over what Cassius was doing.

Game Maker

Blood guts gore, everywhere. The bloodbath was spectacular as always, but now it was time to wind things down. He made a circular motion with his finger to the rest of the Game makers. "Send in the hover crafts," he said, watching the screen. There wouldn't much of anything else going on today, so people could recover front eh bloodbath, make some distance, etc. Tomorrow he might send in a....surprise....for one of the tributes.

Precious

Com. That was his name. Already he was setting to work, looking for med packs. He was useful enough...for now. She turned back to collect her knives before the hovercrafts came in, and was shocked to find Crystal crawling away from Cassius. What?!?!? Cassius was shouting something about his hammer thing. She immediately drew her knife, but then Cassius pulled it out of the ground, and sauntered over to Crystal, claiming how it would be fun to kill her. Precious grinned. I would have loved to do the honors myself.

I was fotunate enough to last a little longer than some of the other tributes. I was walcing so slowly, as I'd had aches everywhere, but what was worse was out of no where I was lifted above the ground and I was to frightened to shriek. Then I saw that it was still Cassius. Had he rethought his decision? Well, he picked me up with one hand and flung me over his shoulders. "I'm going to have a lot fun killing you!" Was he for real? Or was this some practical joke for everyone to think, what ever it was I was scared, not because I was in the arms of a very, strong capable person (Ok that too), but because I was so far up, if he threw me I'd crack a bone and die in a second. "You should probably kick and scream. If you don't they're going to get suspicious and kill me, then kill you," he said whispering in my ear. I quickly acted along, even though every joint in my body killed, I didn't want to be killed by another tribute instead, and I felt like I owed Cassius something, for saving my life, so I wanted us both safely alive-for now-if that was possible. Cassius continued with his speech as I fake grunted and screamed and cried for help, I kicked my legs about and my arms flew so rapidly they hurt. I felt like it was real myself.
"I simply do not understand why I'm helping you. You're just like everyone else in the district who just stays away from the giant. Now look at you, injured and your so called allies are nowhere to be found. The only one helping you is the guy you gave the cold shoulder to the first day we officially met." I whimpered still, acting along.
"Please I beg you! Please!" I shrieked, my eyes had been really swolen-which added to the effect as if I had been crying, I was a minute ago but now it looked so much more realistic with the puffy eyes and so on.
He began to move, and I was still placed on his shoulders. He seemed warm, a comforting body temperature too, even though it was hot, I felt icy cold from the evil and hatred happening around me.
He carried me for a little while, I kind of hoped Precious was busy, because I didn't want her to know that Cassius betrayed her, for me. And I didn't want her to attack poor Cassius and kill him, she is pretty strong after all. And I knew if she came for Cassius-she's gonna come for me.
He took me to a part of the small island where the ground overshadowed the sand. No one from the bloodbath would be able to see us, only if one person came so close they just be able to. He finally lowered me down, gently and carefully. No like someone for his size, where they'd just drop you cause they could take the plunge. I was forever grateful and I told him and couldn't thank him enough. I went in to hug him and I, again, said my many thanks.

He was nice and warm. I did like that he stayed with me for a bit until he started to talk. "You're going to have to get off this island Crystal. You won't survive if you stay here." Where was I to go? I didn't have anyone one to...Then I thought about it, she did have Marth. But Cassius had also thought of the same thing.
"Also I know you got your own group, you need to find them. Hide with them and have them protect you while you get that foot healed up." I nodded. I needed Marth as much as he needed me. I just have to get to him. I couldn't help but repeat Cassius' words. "...Have them protect you..." Really? I did have faith in Marth but I knew he was a lot weaker than me, like I'd have to look after him more like it. But I didn't say anything. I was supporting Marth. I knew he had the brains and I've got the power. There's some good teamwork.
I was off in thought when Cassius kept up his speech. "I should probably head back or they'll come over here." I nodded again. There wasn't anything to say. And I knew he'd get in trouble with Precious if he never came back, maybe even killed. Which is good, for me, because I don't wanna be the one to face him in the end, but bad for him.
I let him leave, shooed him away. I could defend for myself, really. "Oh, thanks again!" I called back at him. The realized this was a wrong move and covered my mouth. I knew any minute now we'd be faced with trouble.

I saw Cassius put down Crystal and hug her. Then I heard her say something all the way from the treeline; which was about 50 feet away. I smacked my forehead. I knew it was mere seconds before the careers would charge her. I jumped from the tree and bolted as fast as I could to Crystal. Her foot seemed injured. I slung her onto my back. I turned towards Cassius. I kicked him in groin. "I'm so sorry," I whispered to him as I began to run to the treeline. I turned around to see poor Cassius holding his crotch while crumpled on the shoreline.

Cassius turned around suddenly to see that Marth was behind him. "Sorry?" Cassius curiously said as he questioned Marth's presence. Marth kicked him square in the groin and Cassius collapsed to the ground. Cassius clutched the sand in pain and his nostrils flared in anger. Cassius was tempted to chase them since he had not seen them leave the small island. However he didn't know how to feel about this scenario. Should he kill Marth and Crystal in blind rage or let them live. Cassius remembered the hug that Crystal had given him, recalling it's warm. Inevitably that would be the deciding factor for Cassius as he climbed back up to the main ground of the island. He was now visible to everyone. He wasn't sure if Marth had swam off the island with Crystal since the trees on the island would not save them for long. The island was small and it would be a short amount of time before they were found out.

Cassius still feeling the effects of Marth's underhanded kick, limped his way back to his sledgehammer, which he pulled out of the ground with great anger. He walked over back to Precious, stepping on dead bodies on his way to her.