Another Victor.... - Lora Carlson (ebook reader ink TXT) 📗

left arm, but I throw with my right so it was a wasted shot. I threw my second knife into his stomach but he wasn’t killed instantly like Mimi and Rhythm. I pulled out the arrow, and dropped it, checking my wound. I could hear Baylin running behind me, I turned around and pulled a knife out just fast enough to block her blow. We fought like we both had swords even though I had a knife. She cut me on the arm, face and stomach. But in the end I ended up killing her with my knife. I walked over to Olson who was still alive. I grabbed my knife out of his stomach and said;

 

“Goodbye Olson, I’m sorry” and killed him.

I heard 3 cannons and ran to the woods, it was just me and Gavin and I was not going to die today. I came to a clearing and saw Gavin’s back. He was kneeling down like he was tying his shoe. He didn’t know I was there so I threw a knife and it stuck into the ground right next to his hand. He looked at it and slowly turned around. I stood holding one knife in each hand. I could have killed him with that knife next to him, but I wanted a fight. He stood up and looked at me in surprise and confusion. I looked at him and smirked, then said: “I bet you're wondering how I am standing before you.”

 

“Well, yes.”

 

“I killed them.”

 

“All three?”

 

Which was true, it took about twenty seconds for Mimi to die, a minute for Olson and three minutes for Baylin.

 

“Amazing.”

 

“Why, thank you.” I took a step closer. So did he. He smiled and I lost it. I threw both of my knives at him and ducked. He threw his spear but got stabbed by one of my knives in the leg. The spear cut my cheek. Then landed next to me. Gavin pulled the knife out of his leg then ran for the Cornucopia. I stood up and chased him there. Neither of us had weapons, so we would have to kill the other with our bare hands. When we got to the Cornucopia he jumped at me and tackled me to the ground. I grabbed his wrists before he could strangle me.

 

We wrestled like this for awhile but then I threw his hands to my right and his momentum propelled him off of me, so I rolled to my left. I quickly stood up and backed away, but by then he was already on his feet. I looked around for a weapon but couldn’t see anything. Then I looked down at my hands. I knew what I had to do. I ran towards him, already knowing my target. He didn’t know what I was doing so he came at me too. Wrong move on his part. When he was close enough I dug my nails into his throat. My stylist hadn’t cut them so they were pretty long. I dug them in deeper, and blood was starting to run down his neck. I moved my fingers down his neck making 10 long gashes down his throat. When he stopped struggling I took my nails out of his neck. He fell to the ground, dead. The Gamemakers had their victor and I was beat. I dropped before the hovercraft could get me.

It is never going to end, is it?

While I was giving the speech about how District 9 was going to support Bridget and Lincoln the entire time they are alive and so on I was thinking about my time in the arena and I knew it was going to be hard. I hope one of them wins, but not how I did with their bare hands. They don't deserve to be scarred anymore than they have too. I looked at Bridget and Lincoln. They are so young, but they looked so scared. This way of life isn't right. We shouldn't have to kill eachother, just to make the Capitol feel safe. This is torture. I pray someone will put an end to this. Please, Let it end.   

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Publication Date: 05-28-2012

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Dedication:
This is a bio that i had to write for school. Thanks to my Mom for helping me think of ideas. This is a short Story.