The Capitol Games

Chapter 6: Let The Games Begin

I'm running, bolting to the cornucopia as fast as my legs could take me. I'm scared and want to turn back, but my adrenaline pushes me forward. I reach the cornucopia along with three others. I jump towards an axe, only to have my leg grabbed midair, causing me to fall short of my goal. A spray tanned girl with bleached hair reached the axe and turned on me, swinging it down towards my head. I roll to the left, the axe slicing open the sleeve of my suit but missing my skin.
I stumble to my feet and try to get away from the cornucopia, but the girl grabs my wrist and pulls me back, locking me in her grip. My eyes widen when I see a boy with electric blue hair and a pinkish hue to his pale skin. I notice he has golden eyes, and they're staring at me murderously. He rushes forward and I'm able to raise my feet enough to push the girl off balance and send the man stumbling back a few steps. The girl doesn't release her grip like I expect her to. Instead, she shifts around and slams me into the wall.
I scream in pain. The heat from the cornucopia was much higher than I expected, and it was burning my left shoulder. I was crying now, struggling to free myself of the girl and the burning wall. The boy yanks the girl away and starts fighting with her.
As I collapse to the ground, I feel the lingering burning on my back. It's almost unbearable. I struggle to pull myself to my feet, settling instead for crawling on my knees and my good arm. I slowly pull myself across the snow, inching ever closer to a box of supplies. I see a backpack on my left side, and attempt to move my arm to grab it.
I cry out in pain and stop moving my arm. There is no way I am going to be able to fight with that hand. I push myself into a sitting position and reach out with my right foot, hooking the toe of my boot through a handle. I pull it towards me and unzip it, finding food and a heated sleeping bag. I look in a box of supplies and find some iodine and an ice pick. I grab those items out and stuff them in my bag. I strap a knife to me, then, using the box for support, I push myself into a standing position.
I limp out of the cornucopia and see the girl I was fighting, the axe stuck in her head. Her face was unrecognizable, covered in blood, and flesh beaten to a pulp.
I gagged at the sight and glanced around for any signs of the boy. My eyes landed on a trail of blood the stained the snow, leading off towards some snowy mountains. I turned away, and, as much as I hated it, limped over to the dead girl.
The scent of iron was overwhelming. I gagged just from the smell, almost puking from the assault to my nostrils. I kneel down and begin to strip the girl of her clothes, grimacing in pain and disgust. I take the girl's shoes and socks, stuffing them in my bag, her suit following. I left her undergarments, feeling the need to respect the girl, even if she did try to kill me.
Zipping my pack, I set off into the vast expanses of white.