Last Man Standing

Chapter 4

Training- Day 2

(Sky's POV)

I woke up the next morning, my entire body hurting. Ty's performance had impressed everyone, even me, and had ended with me being flipping onto my back and being sat on. My muscles all still throbbed from the experience.

I climbed out of bed, and began getting dressed. I slipped on my shirt, and was about to step into my pants when Ty came crashing in. I jumped.

"God Ty! What's got you all frantic this morning?" I asked, putting on the rest of my clothes.

"I just heard that the council has decided to cut our training time. Now instead of a week's worth, we get tomorrow and then we enter the game!" He said, breathing heavily. I swore.

"But most of us aren't ready yet! Why would they decide to do that?" I asked, and Ty shrugged.

"Come on! We need to get to training stat!" He said, grabbing my wrist and pulling me behind him to the training room. When we arrived, a large group of other competitors had already arranged themselves around one of the council members. Going on my tip toes, I was just about able to make out a pink and purple bun.

"Everyone please! Settle down!" Tiffany snapped, and the room went silent. Fixing her shirt, she spoke in a calm tone.

"Now, I'm sure many of you are curious as to why we have cut training so short. Well, that is because our viewers are just too excited to wait a week. And since we must follow what the people want, we must cut the training short. You all will enter the arena early tomorrow morning. Today is your last day of training, so train hard. You all may work amongst yourselves today. May Notch have mercy." Tiffany finished. She looked at everyone once more, and then left the room. Everyone instantly bolted to different machines. I looked at Ty.

"Well, what are we going to do?" I asked. Ty looked at me, his brown hair swaying across the left part of his face.

"Come on." He said, grabbing my wrist and pulling me into a dark hallway.

"Dude, what are we doing?" I whispered. He put his hand over my mouth. I grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand away.

"Dude what the heck! We need to train! We're gonna die if we don't!" I whisper-shouted. He shushed me.

"Listen, I've watched a lot of those people out there while they have trained. My idea for the games is that we play like we're weak." I scoffed.

"Ty? I don't know if you have a screw loose, but that performance from yesterday would say otherwise. How can you pretend that you suddenly lost all that power?" I asked, and he swore.

"Your right, I forgot about that. Then how about this: we play like we're not teammates for a while." He offered.

"Don't you want me to live?" I asked worriedly. He nodded.

"Look, I'll go join some other team, and I'll tell them that you told me where you would be camping, and we can lure them there. We can set some traps and kill them off." He offered. I sighed angrily.

"Ok, say we go through with this plan. We've seemed pretty team-y, so how are we going to convince all those people out there that we aren't?" I asked. Ty thought for a moment, and then grinned, an idea clearly coming to him.

"What's with the creepy grin Ty?" I questioned, becoming a little uncomfortable.

"Easy, let's fight."

(Ty's POV)

"Easy, we pretend to get an argument and we fight. You hit me a few times, I hit you a few times, we say some bad names, and then go our separate ways. It's simple really." I told Sky, searching his face for any signs of confidence in my plan. I frowned when he didn't respond right away.