𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄; The Hunger Games

Envious Snakes (Individual Evaluations/Scoring)

       We arrive at the Training Center. All of us tributes enter a small room with 12 wide seats sat in a line. We all sit down in the order of our districts (1-12). Nikki and I are sit next to Gliseen and Stout. "You guys ready to show Panem who we are?". Stout says excitingly as Gliseen has a smirk on her face. "Hell yeah". Nikki says with a smile on her face. "Dom over here might get beat up again". Stout says jokingly as I ignore him, the others laugh with him. I look around to see if I can find Tate, I can't find him, but I see the boy from 8 talking to Aurora and Omani, I'm not sure what it's about though. "Gliseen Colt". A robotic voice calls out for Gliseen. "Shoot straight". Stout teases Gliseen.

As Gliseen stands up, a door opens as she is lead out of the room by Peacekeepers, into the Training Area. 15 minutes pass. "Stout Reid". Stout looks at Nikki and I as he stands up, walking towards the door. 15 minutes pass. As I anxiously wait for my turn. "Nikki Liyah". Nikki looks at me nervously as her name is called. She stands, walking out the door. 15 minutes pass. "Dominik Venin". I stand up. As I stand up I check behind me to see Tate looking at me. He nods his head towards me as he winks. "You got this". He mouthed as he gave me a smile, I smile back at him, Titan then looks back, noticing me looking at Tate.

     I turn around, and I walk towards the door as the Peacekeepers open the door. I look to the see the Gamemakers in front/above of me. "And you are". The head Gamemaker says. "Dominik Venin, District two". I say confidently. He stares at me, admiring me from head to toe. "You're one robust young man". He says as the other Gamemakers murmur about how flattered they are from viewing my body, and how tight my uniform was...in certain areas... "You have 10 minutes to present your chosen skill." He says. "You may begin".

     I turn to my left seeing 6 dummies next to me and a tall shiny sword that laid on a table in front of the dummies. These dummies can move this time, they're able to attack, and dodge weapons. I carefully walk over, I grab the sword, holding it in my hands, making sure I have a firm grip on it. I look down at the sword, closing my eyes while taking deep breathes.

       I think back to what my dad said, all these years of him being strict on me. "Is he going to start?". I hear one of the Gamemakers say quietly as they chuckled. The dummies begin to surround me. 'Be vicious '. I slash my sword into 2 of the dummies, dicing their heads clean off. 'Be smart '. I dodge one of the dummies weapons that it through at me, slicing the torso of the dummy in half. 'Skilled '. I turn around to see a dummy charging at me. I grab the dummy, pinning it to the ground. 'Quick '. I quickly turn back around, throwing my sword into a dummy that ran up behind me. 'Strong '. As I run over to take my sword out of the dummy I tossed it at, another dummy runs up to me, I ball up my fist, punching it to the right to the ground as I place my hands around it's neck, breaking it. 'Never weak '. I grab my sword from the out of the dummy's head. I look over to see the last dummy charging at me. I chuck my sword towards the dummy, I yell out "Agh!" from exhaustion. I chucked my sword with so much force that when it impaled the dummy in the torso, it flew back 3 yards, stabbing the wall.

     The dummy stood dangling on the wall as did the sword. As I'm panting out of breathe, dripping sweat, the Gamemakers stand up from their seats, as they stood I noticed that they were in shock. I look in the eye of the Head Gamemaker as he stares at me with a curious smirk on his face. I must've impressed him...or just really embarrassed myself

Holding a sword seems so foreign to me, thou I had training back home, still feels like I'm holding death within my hands.

I endure the thought of how I'm going to use this very sword to murder these people to survive. I prefer using my hands during combat, but I'd feel a lot better using a sword, and not having blood on my own two hands.