Birthday Quell

3

Seeing Marcus's reflection towering over mind, made my heart stop slightly. I wouldnt be surprised if he kills me becore the games, just to get me over with.
Hmmm, what would happen if a tribute died before the games? Would the reap someone else, or just continued with the remaining tributes. It would be one less person everyone has to deal with.
Marcus has a snicker on his face, his dark blue killing eyes hardly visible in the reflection.
"Might want to just start running now." Marcus smirked.
"You will never pass the games, never mind the bloodbath."
Bloodbath?
I look over ay him, my green eyes questioning.
"Bloodbath?" I ask, looking at his broad figure. Do we bathe in blood or something? If thats so, then thats just nas to the ty.
He lets out a body quivering laugh.
"Stupid child. Dont even know the basics." He says folding his muscular arms together. Atalia soon walked over, putting her arms around his shoulders and planting a kiss on his cheek.
"Babe." She says flirtily.
"Hmm?"
"Why are you talking to that child? Shes good as dead. Might as well treat her like shes already dead. Get her prepared. Prepared for being forgotten." Atalia giggled.
"Dont worry Babe" He replied kissing her on the lips briefly.
"Im only warning her about the bloodbath."
"Oooh the bloodbath. The best of all!" she smiled.
At this point I was clueless, what was this bloodbath they were talking about.
"Stabbings.. slices, screams, and squeals of tributes all in one area. All dying one by one, fighting for weapons to survive. Blood everywhere, in puddles and dots." Marcus says in a terrorizing tone, his voice deep as heck.
Blood... stabs... slices.. screams.
This made my heart rate pick up, my green eyes widening in fear.
Atalia laughs pointing a finger at me. My face must have been ridiculous looking. My mouth being a bit gaped, and me chest rising and falling in a shaking motion.
"Shes already scared!" She giggles, tighting her fingers on Marcus's shoulders.
"Well she should be, because before she knows it, she will be dead in the bloodbath, and we will be fighting till our hearts content." Marcus smiles, pulling Atalia close.
"Meow..." Atalia says in a flirty tone.
"My hearts already content on you."
Ewwwe  love!
Marcus does a flirt laugh in return, but then looks back at me.
"If you do make it out of the bloodbath alive.. watch everything and everywhere. Dont even sleep. Because there are tributes at every corner. Watching you, getting ready to pounce on their next victim. Everyone will be on you, you scrawny little thing you. You will be dead with a single grab. All will seem silent.. until.." Atalia and Marcus exchanged a glance. I stay silent, terror racing through my brain and heart sending it down my body.
"ROAR!" They both hollored, picking me up and holding me. I scream kicking and squirming my way out of their arms. Tears instantly form in my eyes as I run out of the car sobbing. Tyson had a angry look on his face, as I ran past him, pulling open the car door with both my little hands.
"You have to run faster than that!" Atalia hollored.
"Youre not going to survive!" Marcus snickered.
The car door slides closed behind me as I run through other carts, covering my eyes, my hands beginning to get soaked in tears.
Coming up to a cart with a bed in it, I quickly get on my hands and knees and crawl under the bed. The blankets slightly covering the opening of the underbed.
The darkness shades me, as I scoot back to the wall, squeaks escaping my mouth.
They were right. I wasnt going to survive this. I was good as dead. Them talking about the bloodbath.. just made me picture and hear screams of many, blood splattering everywhere right infront of me. Running from tributes with blood covered knives, just coming after me. Wanting to slice my flesh, wanting to stab me. Wanting my blood to be spilled. For power.
Sobs escape my mouth, tears falling on the ground below. My sobs are silenced, holding my breathe my ribs hurting since a sob wanted to escape. I silence because the door to this car slid open, footprints sounding in the room. Thats what sucks about trains.. there was only one direction to go and that was straight. If someone wasnt in one cart, then they must be in the other. If not then the one after that. No twists, no turns just straight and objects.
Black jordan shoes appear infront of my view just outside the underbed. I suddenly see hands on the floor and then knees. A well built figure.. meant a male. My green eyes quiver a bit, my teeth digging into my bottom lip.
I then see the blanket be lifted, revealing Tyson's face. It was gentle, but to me, was scary.
"Its okay. Im not like them." He says in a comforting tone.
I stay silent, crouched and looking at him.
"You can come out. Its just me. Those dumbies arent here." Tyson says gesturing me out from the underbed.
Dumbies? Im not a baby!
I dont budge. Im like a turtle, and the bed was my shell. Tyson slowly reaches his hand out, to help me out from the underbed.
"Its alright. Im not going to hurt you."
His hand coming toward me made me flinch and the fear arrosing once more. On instinct I quickly too off the shoe that was on my left foot, and chucked it at him. He winced as it hits his face. Lifting his head he smacked it on the wood of the bed, letting out a small groan.
I cover my mouth. I honestly felt bad, and scared that he would hurt me and I just made it worse by throwing my shoe at him. But hitting him with the shoe and the domino affect, I couldnt help but let out a giggle.