The Grrr Games

Chapter 11

Vicky's POV

A man with a large ugly scar running down his face is staring at me through the hut door. This must be scar! I stare at him with shock clear on my face.

"What do you think your doing in here?" I wipe the look of shock of my face and put on my no-funny-business look.

"I was... Uh... Okay fuck excuses you caught me."

"And you know what I do with people like you?" He takes a step closer.

"Probably do bad things to them."

"Your smart about one thing princess."

"I am no princess."

"Have you looked in the mirror lately?"

"Yeah."

"Well then you know that you look like a frickin princess."

"I am not a princess. If anything I am a warrior princess of Ethiopia or some shit."

"You think so?"

"Hell yeah."

"Then show me what ya got, warrior princess. It's about time I kill you, instead of wait for that retard Brittany do it."

"Just what I was thinking." I lunge at him the claws out, literally.

He sucks right in time and I fly above him. I land on the ground but expertly do a role and get back on my feet.

He stalks up to me and wraps his hands around my neck before I can do anything about it. His muscles bulge as he squeezes tighter on my neck and my vision starts to blur.

So this is it, this is how I'm going to die. In the hands of a pissed off guy. Great way to die, eh? But then I think about my mom back at my house, all alone, with no one to comfort her. I decide that I can't just die like this. I can't just give up my life to a fuckin stranger! I remember the last thing I told my mom before I left, that I would win for her. And I'm not going to brake that promise.

I think fast and knee him in the balls and his grip loosens as he groans in pain. I take this overturning and rip his hands off my neck. I flip him over himself and he falls flat on his back.

Before he has time to do anything else I cut his head of in a quick swipe.

My stomach growls and I figure that if he's dead, I might as well take the rest of his food and supplies.

I go back to the hut and dig out the rest of the food. I find two bottles of water that are not opened and add those to my backpack.

I know I have more than enough food but a image of me making him into a Scar soup. Ha!

I walk back to my hut and lay out all of the food that I have collected. There are some backs of Cranberries, gross, then some dried apps and a huge bag of sandwich meat ham. I haven't had any good meat since I was sent into this hell hole. I take some out and gobble it down.

After I have had enough I put away all the food and take out a bag of gummy bears. I lay down on my "bed" and slowly eat them, enjoying every bite.

I get up after I'm full and check the sun. It's about 5 o'clock now and I have nothing to do. This arena can be pretty damn boring.

I lay down again and just think about whatever comes up.

Images of The King come up and I just push them away but they always find a way back in. At some point I just give up and let my thoughts do what they want.

I must have gotten lost in my mind cuz before I know it the sun is setting and it's time for the nightly meeting.

I get up and out my weapons belt on, almost forgetting to, and head out to the clearing.

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633 words
Super short but I don't give a fuck