The Capital Games (a writer games)

Rarity Snow

I groan slowly lifting my head from the concrete bench some loser had put me on.

I think back in my head, the last thing I can remember is Ravea gassing the room. Seriously that girl had nerve, she had probably gassed the entire audience too.

"Your awake."

My eyes fly over to the corner of the room where Joanna sits, sharpening her ax.

Oh crap. She better not try to kill me. I seriously had not come this far to just croak by the hands of 'it' over there.

"No, really? I didn't realize." I snap sitting up and realizing that I was in a launch room.

Joanna rolled her eyes. "Listen twerp, I just stopped by to ask you some questions." A dark smile appeared on her face.

"I might not answer." I state snidely

"I don't care." Joanna said "Now that you've been through what I have, how do you feel? How do you feel being put in a arena and being forced to kill other children? Not even for your own pleasure, but for the entertainment of others? How do you feel knowing you once loved the games and laughed as they bled to death and died? Do you have any remorse? Any at all? Or are you just your Grandaddy's little girl?" She spat angrily, not even bothering to wait for a response she stormed out of the room.

I sat there a mixture of strange, foreign feelings ran through my head. I had never been epithetic whatsoever, but now I felt like I had been hit with a huge wave of ..... of FEELINGS. That was so not me!

But here I sat.

"10 seconds until tube departure."

I sigh, here goes nothing. I stepped in the tube and the glass closed around me lifting me upwards.

The arena was white. Utterly and completely white. For a second I'm confused, then I realize that it's a room, not sheer whiteness. Duh.... In the center of the room is a table with 4 letters on it.

How creative. Mock me more, you insolent excuses for human beings. I think angrily.

In a circle surrounding the table are Torao, Kasia, and Spítha. I looked at Torao, wondering if we are still on for an alliance..... Not that I'd really given him a choice in the first place....

5.... 4.... 3.... 2.... 1....

I launched myself off the plate and made for the papers, knowing that I had to get to the papers before I did any killing.

Sadly, this was the gamemakers game and I had to play it their way for once if I wanted to survive.

It took me half a second to reach my letter, I rip it from the red envelope that reads my name.

I stare at the paper, nearly dropping it.

The paper was blank.

Completely blank.

Ok.... I was seriously confused now. Was this some riddle I had to solve?

I stole a glance at Spítha's paper, tears streaked down the poor creatures cheeks as she looked at her paper. It held photos of her family and a message or two.

I walked over toward Torao and glanced over his shoulder, similar but the same. Torao saw me eyeing me cautiously before deciding I wasn't going to murder him and went back to reading.

I stare at my blank paper again.

Why was my paper blank?

Then it hits me. I had no remaining family. I had no one I truly cared about or anyone who cared about me. Not had I really accomplished anything in my life.

Joanna's words from earlier came thundering back into my head. They overwhelmed my thoughts and my mind, feeling as though I would explode.

In a fit of.... Emotion..... (Still getting used to that word) I screamed in pain furry and rage flipping over the table.

"WE END THIS NOW!" I scream, I couldn't die like this, I had to know what real love felt like, I had to make a impact on my world, I had to live, I actually LIVE.

The others dropped their letters, knowing I meant business.

Torao charged me, but I knocked him down and kicked him backward. That loser wasn't on my kill list.

I charge Spítha, she tries to defend, but nobody is any match for me when I'm like this.

I was like a trapped animal, the sudden inflow of emotions was too much for me to handle.

I bring my sword across her neck, the red blood gruggling from her throat as she fell.

Kasia was next, she tried to run but I thrust my sword through the girls heart and she too fell.

It all happened so fast, their blood was vibrant against the white room, against me.

I stared at their bodies as if I had never killed before.

Kasia was just 12, Spítha was a Avox. How heartless was I?

I continued staring. The room started to spin, I was just too overwhelmed, too sad, too mad, too ruthless, too wise now-- it was just too much.

I felt my knees give way and I collapsed to the ground, falling in the innocents blood that swirled around me, staining my former pale glory, forever red.