The Hunger Games (Writing Contest) [CLOSED]

Addalyn's Version

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Hey guys, sorry this was posted late, my wattpad website was having troubles; I couldn't post the entry, but it's good now...

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I scan the circle of tributes, searching for my alliance. I spot all three of them across from me standing on their pedestals.

I take a deep breath. My heart is thundering and my energy levels are as powerful as lightning. I am a storm.

The timer begins counting down. I see there are bags of supplies, tents, medical supplies, and most importantly, weapons. I need to get knives for myself and I'll try and retrieve an axe for Leia. I am praying that our alliance will stick together like nails in wood.

5...4...3...2..1.

The circle of teenage tributes leap off of their pedestals and make a mad dash towards the survival tools.

Right away I spot an axe. There is a frenzy going on right next to it, but the older tribute standing there stabs a younger one, then moves on to someone else. I run to the axe and grasp it.

My adrenaline is rocketing towards the sky. Pure excitement is flowing over me like pouring rain. The storm continues.

After I have the axe, I see a backpack with knives in the side pocket. I needed that backpack.

I run towards it, the wind from my storm almost picking me up and carrying me. As I pick up the backpack to race away towards my alliance, I body slams into me. The backpack is underneath me, the body on top. I roll over and the body falls off, but gets up almost immediately. I see that the tribute is Lottie. I don't remember much about her, except her name, but that doesn't mean she is any less lethal.

I am on my feet, leaving the backpack on the ground. Lottie doesn't have any weapons with her, but bare hands could be fatal.

We run at each other and tumble to the ground in a knot of limbs. We are rolling back and forth for a while, and the excitement in me continues to flow down through my body like fresh rainfall.

Through the process of rolling, kicking, and throwing fists, we manage to tumble back towards the backpack. I reach into the side pocket and grab a knife.

My heart is booming like thunder, but the storm stays.

Just like a quick bolt of lightning, I strike her with the knife.

The knife imbeds itself within her shoulder. She sinks to her knees, drowning in the flow of my adrenaline.

I pant, out of breath. She lays there, staring at the sky, barely breathing. Her eyes have stopped glowing with the rush of adrenaline. A tear streams down the side of her face.

I pull the knife out. She might live, but only if she receives medical attention.

My storm begins to die down. My heart returns to a normal pace and the disaster that was me slows. The electricity that was in my veins dissipates.

I leave Lottie laying on the ground. I swiftly grab the backpack and the knife and stuff it inside. The axe is in my grasp again, as I had dropped it during our fight.

I scan the clearing. There are a few bodies of children who I assume are dead. A shudder runs down my spine all the way to my toes.

Before I can think about the lives who were lost, I run towards where our alliance would meet.

I can do this.

I have already proved myself. My alliance will help me also, if I am in danger. My confidence is soaring on the clouds filled with power.

I am a storm.