Author Games: World Seasons

Task Two - Blood and Snow - St.Patricks Tributes

 Terry O'Brian

   I take a deep breath. The games are about to start. All of that, the training, the parade, even the reaping was all leading up to this one moment. Right here, right now. Just watch. The cornucopia is going to be a huge pot of gold.  I think. No, my old cynic self thought that. These Games have already changed who I was as a person. I take another deep breath and look around the arena.

   Ahead of me is a large forest or evergreen trees. Behind is an area that was a plain filled with streams that have now frozen over. Obviously, the Gamemakers want a Christmas tribute to win. No one else would be used to this type of cold. The Cornucopia is a huge Christmas Tree. It has 28 lights on it and a bunch of large presents underneath us. Then one of the Gamemakers shows up into the sky. That heartless bitch is one of them who is making me fight to the death. She is also one of them who gave me a training score of 11. I decide to shut my mouth for now as she gives a prepared speech to us tributes. " (would it be possible for you guys to copy and paste her thing into here?)

  I prepare to run. I decide I need to go into the forest if I expect to hide somewhere and wait out the competition. The gong sounds "Shit!" I scream and jump off of my plate. Luckily, my gift is directly across from my plate. Unfortunately, Rudolf has already reached his gift and is standing with a machete in hand. Damn it! I will not be the first kill. He starts to charge me. "Don't trip!" I yell, hoping it will distract him. He isn't the smartest and it does distract him. He trips and impales himself on his machete. How..... unfortunate.

    I can't think about it for too long though. People are dying all around me. I open my gift to find a bow and some arrows, an empty water bottle, some rolls and a sleeping bag. It isn't much but I think that is all I will get for a while as there are no other packages.

   A few tributes are dead but I dot bother recognizing those tributes. People are still dying all around me as I get into the forest. I keep running for what feels like an hour but can't be more than fifteen minutes. That is when the cannons start to fire. Five fire in total. A quarter of the tributes are gone. I climb up in a tree, whatever sort of Careers there are will be out hunting. Just me and my thoughts. For some reason the only thoughts are "Stupid fucking Gamemakers" or "Damn it I'm cold."

    While I am sitting there, I manage to shoot a squirrel for food. I don't have a knife to clean it or any way to cook it so I put it in the water bottle and close it. I don't  have any water and my throat is getting dry. I try to ignore it as I look for a water source. From my viewpoint, the only water seems to be frozen over. Night is falling so I stick some snow in my mouth and hope it quenches my thirst. That's when the anthem plays. The faces of the dead are shown in random order so that we don't know what order they died in. Rose, Eve, Jemma, Clover and Rudolph's faces show. What a shame. No matter how obnoxious that Clover girl was, she was a piece of home. Yet another that has been take from me.

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Lucky Patricks

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Patrick Shamrock

Lucky coiled her whip silently as we walked through the forest. She looked full of confidence and I was glad we were allies, I wouldn't want to be against her. I gripped my staff, glad that I even had my staff.

My necklace sat in the indent on my staff, and I felt magic flowing through me.

"I think I hear something!" Lucky whispered and held out her hand for me to be quiet. I balanced on one foot, as I had been in the middle of a step. I tried to figure out where the sound was coming from. At last I hear a tussling to Lucky's right.