The Ennis Games

Prepare for slaughter

The wind whipped Kira's hair into her face as she darted through the treetops. She was an extremely nimble tree climber and was good at camouflage as well. She was also extremely talented with concocting poisons from various plants and herbs found scattered around the arena. But she never told anyone that. She prefers to keep some of her deadlier skills hidden. Ten minutes ago, Nate had asked her, (or maybe ordered her), to go scout ahead to see if Kelsey's killers had made camp somewhere. They had been tracking them for just over a day and Nate and Vinny were anxious for a fight. Kira scrambled to the top of a particularly tall pine tree and looked out over the forest. She scanned the horizon, trying not to be distracted by the beautiful scenery and the tropical birds. After a few minutes, she spotted a pillar of smoke curling up into the sky. This had to be the killers. She fingered the top of a glass vial she kept in the breast pocketing her trench coat. This was a fast acting paralysis agent she had concocted last night while Nate and Vinny slept. She originally planned to use it on Nate once she was sick of him but now she might be able to put it to better use. She shrugged and put it back into her pocket. When they confront the killers, she'll use it. She shimmied back down the tree and headed back towards Nate and Vinny's location. She had good news to report.

Nate was grumbling again. He was super pissed at his lazy secretary for not sending his throwing knives to him like he had requested. He swore under his breath and promised he would fire her after he won the games. He turned to look as Kira emerged from the forest.
"I found them!" She shouted. "They set up camp approximately three miles from our current location." She walked over to her bag and pulled out her sword. Nate watched enviously as she sharpened that beautiful weapon.
"Where's Vinny?"  Kira wondered aloud. She looked over at Nate, expecting an answer. Nate laid backward and sighed,
"I sent him to go gather firewood half an hour ago, he probably tripped and broke his neck or something." Kira chuckled, and looked back down at her sword. After about five more minutes of silence, Vinny came back to their camp with no firewood. Nate scowled at him. "Where's the firewood genius?" He asked acidly. Vinny scowled right back.
"I dropped the firewood because I figured you'd rather have this." Vinny said, producing a crate he was holding behind his back. Nate's scowl turned to a smile of delight.
"Ah, my knives, I thought they'd never arrive." Nate stood and walked over to the crate. He took it from Vinny and pried the lid off. He peered inside and his face fell. It was a vial of HabV9.3, and experimental tissue regeneration serum that promised to heal even the worst of wounds in seconds. Not only was it not Nate's knives, it wasn't Nate's at all. It was addressed to Vinny.
"Are you serious!" Nate screamed, "Are you FREAKING serious!!!!" Nate stomped and threw the now empty crate, (Vinny had removed the serum), to the ground; smashing it to splinters. Nate turned on his heel and walked to the far edge of camp, breathing heavily. Kira chuckled as he walked past and he shot her a murderous glare. He stormed over to his sleeping bag and curled up inside it, ready to turn in early. Vinny cradled his serum and walked over to his bag. Soon enough, he was asleep as well. Kira sat there sharpening her sword for a few more minutes before being satisfied and heading over to sleep as well.

The three uneasy allies were not alone though. Hiding in the bushes, far from the decoy fire they had set, Matthew and Abigail watched Nate, Vinny, and Kira all drop off to sleep. They would wait for ten minutes or so to be sure their soon to be victims were asleep; then they would make their move. Soon, Nate, Vinny, and Kira will all go the way of Kelsey.

Unbeknownst to Nate, Kira, Vinny, Matthew, and Abigail. Another variable was about to enter this deadly equation. Closing in fast from the east, a mighty warrior was approaching. He wore the fur of a bear he had wrestled and killed a few days earlier; the bear skin wrapped around this man's six foot three frame like armor. His dual hatchets glinted in the light as he made his way towards the ambush that was about to be sprung. Let all the contenders tremble in fear. Zeth was coming.