The male from district nine was mocking her, and why not? She looked ridiculous, a female as muscular as she was. All that muscle no doubt weighed her down, and he could outrun her easily. But his real plan was to sneak up behind her, wait until that clumsy fool started running and then get her! GONG! He waited. Pausing just a moment to see her run past, only she didnāt. Before he even had time to turn, her hands were upon him. Last breath, and then, darkness.
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Glen
Glen stood frozen in fear, waiting for the others to run past before he could find a way around them, because he was for sure not going in the water behind him. Those
things what were they? The water, he couldnāt stop staring at it. Then, he saw it, just a glimpse, but it looked like a strange mix of a fish and an alligator. Which meant, it could come on land as well. He panicked, turning around to run and thenā¦there she was, Helena. Her hands wrapped around him, he tried to scream. He couldnāt go out like this, no! His mother, his sister, they were all counting on hi-...
āIām sorry.ā
Crack.
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Mason and the Male of District Twelve
Mason ran. Thatās all it was, getting out of there. He was large, but he wasnāt careless. Reaching the edge of the tree line, he paused. Whatever was in the water was not the only thing out there; Crimson had made a note of that. He didnāt want to go out unarmed. He turned around, grabbed the club and large hatchet from the center, and turned around. Having the upper body strength he had, duel wielding these items werenāt very difficult. Besides, the hatchet could come in serious handy, it was something he could not pass up. Before he could reach the tree line a second time, he found himself facing the male from district twelve. He winced, knowing he had to get through the boy. He made a scissor like motion, a club to the head, an ax to the stomach. The boy made a small gasp before his entrails spilled out everywhere, the smell hung in Masonās nose. It made him sick. He ran out towards the woods, not waiting to see if the other Careers were following him. He had made it a point to join them. Then, he saw a familiar face, the girl from two. A fellow Career, āVespia!ā he called. āIm glad you made it out okay!ā
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Males from Districts One, Four, Five, Seven, Eight and Female from District One
The knives, he had to get the knivesā¦
The male from district ten lunged for them, pushing Rhiannon back to get them. She was in his way and he felt no guilt. He seemed in the clear, almost. The male from district four was now coming for him, and he smiled to greet him. He seemed unarmed; a knife to the head should be sufficient. Looking down, district ten picked up a single knife and flung it, hitting him in the lower left of his stomach. He went down, and turned his attention to the boy from five running, he grabbed the knife from fourās stomach and lodged that one perfectly in the head of five. Dead. And then, so was he.
The male from district one had awoken.
His name was Kline, and he wasnāt too happy about his encounter with Britty. His nose was bloody and most probably broken and his lip had been split open. He also had a rather bad bump on his head from falling backwards, she could punch, and he gave her that. That means, she is now the first he wants to hunt. When he managed to get up, he gathered up his supplies, the last sword and the throwing hatchets, and promptly removed the head of district ten. Seeing district four bleeding on the ground from the knife wound, Kline then sauntered over, and ended him as well.
Looking around, he saw the boys from seven, eight, and six all fighting amongst themselves. Six escaped, seven was missing a hand, and eight went in for the kill on seven. Once done, eight then found himself with a throwing hatchet in his skull.
His attention then turned to finding his district-mate, the fellow Career from One. He looked around, called her name. She called back, muffled, scared, and pained. Just before she was dragged underwater by the jaws ofā¦.what
were those things?? The alligator-fish were coming on land, hunting on the bodies that the hovercrafts hadnāt been able to pick up, yet. She had still been alive. It was time to leave, he couldnāt save her. He bolted through the forest, grabbing the hatchet in the boy from eightās skull. It wasnāt long before he met up with Mason and Vespia. Mason shot him a look, as if to ask what had happened to the girl, but he just shook his head in response.
āCreatures got her. What happened to yours?ā he directed towards Vespia.
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Crimson
Cannon fire shot through the trees. One for every dead tribute after the girl from eight.
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
Nine
The faces would be shown in the sky at midnight exactly. It is approximately six thirty in the afternoon now. Hovercrafts removed what bodies remained.