My favourite times of my lifetime was when I was in the sea. I think of one time, it was when I was actually miniature, it just being me and my parents. My mother had taken me down to the beach, the twofold of us had got on bathing costumes. She wore a polka dot rosy and white two-piece bathing suit, and had dressed me up in a pure sapphire swimsuit. I dived head first into the water.
I would have only been around one, my mother would have been a couple weeks pregnant with my brother, Lincoln. But the two of us relished in the sub-zero frozen water, I always remember my father standing on the coastline after around an hour of us being in the water, he took this petite little picture of us.
My mother took me out of the water, leading me back onto the shoreline. It was the middle of the day, we weren't the only people at the seaside of course but we were one of only a few, due to it being the inner of October, we were glacially cold. My father bundled the three of us up in this whole-hearted towel, us sitting down onto it and burrowing with one another.
I wish it was like that now.
I could smell the water from here, the smell of salty water occupied up my nose. The deceased trawl in the water that probably couldn't have predicated what had happened assorted in with the ghastly fragrances of oxidising steel that had been holding in the obstruction of water was now mixed entirely with the cold water.
I could make out the sound of the obstacle breaking, that metallic sound scraped the entirety of the water as it ruined. It roared out one hell of a war cry when it finally did cessation and it made the water flow into the middle of the arena.
I touched everything in the surge of seconds. All the varied emotions in my head, the flavour of distress was the solidest, followed by the misperception of what the fuck had just happened. Hollie had the exact same expression; that horror-struck misunderstanding.
I saw it erupt, like a volcano; the two of us had just dashed out of the woods when I noticed that the dam was stressed to keep all the water in. even though I knew that the game makers were lethal, ruthless and sadistic they hadn't done this. it was gonna wipe out the entire arena.
Still, they wouldn't do anything to stop it. it was just too engaging.
"Is that supposed to happen?" Hollie raised an eyebrow, she was still clutching onto my arm when it was about to take the cornucopia by storm.
"No. no it's not" I apprehend, seizing the tow-headed girls' hand as I commence to route as fast as my legs will take me. "We need to run! Now!"
"Okay!" Hollie screeches out at the topmost of her lungs. I get up one of the trees, leading me towards the mountains. "Where do we run?!"
"As high as we can go!"
Hollie influences for my hand whilst I plunge myself onto the peaks, using all my strength to get the both of us up, the water is beginning to torrent the entire arena. It's taken the silent woods by storm, coming closer when I begin to reach the top of the mountains.
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JACK THE RIPPER
Fanfiction"Why do they call her Jack the Ripper?" Serabella Chambers, seventeen years old in the seventieth hunger games. When she volunteered for her little sister, Annabella Cresta. Running through the crowd to save her life desperately. "Well she murdered...