The Second Annual Writer Games!

Task Two- Females

Nutmeg Dettlaff:

Nutmeg's P.O.V:

A small smile crosses my face as I step onto the tube that will rose me into the arena. My mind is filled with thoughts; what the arena will be like, how many will die, who I will kill.

am so caught up in my thoughts that I don't notice the glass sliding around me until I am lifted upwards, towards the surface. The ride makes me want to thrown up as it slowly ascends.

I glance around, and my jaw drops in awe. This arena is very special, I can tell by all of my surroundings. I stand in a large meadow. The grass weaves perfectly, and I can smell pollen. I open my mouth and a cold breeze floods into my mouth. My hair ruffles in the winds, but for once I appreciate it.

I notice a barn in the distance. It is painted red, but the color has worn away, and I suspect it is dangerous to go inside. There are beautiful flowers scattered throughout the meadow, and they are all stained a dark crimson color, which resembles blood.

The sun beats down on me, and I glance around at the tributes around me. On one side is Violet, and on the other is Casimir. I would be honored to have the chance to kill either.

A cannon echoes through the arena, and I sprint towards the cornucopia. I snatch something from the pile of weapons, ad other useful supplies, not bothering to see what it is.

I dart towards Violet, who is clutching her side tightly, bleeding out on the ground. I only now look to see what I am holding, and smile. I grab the sword tightly as I come closer. She looks at me with pleading eyes, but I refuse.

"Sorry," I growl as I send my sword down, and her head rolls lifelessly away from her body. I grin, and turn to claim the lives of my next unlucky victims. Or victim, I should say, as I charge forewords, to where Casimir is getting beat up by Leo. I smash my sword into Leo's skull, and his blood splashes over my hands. His body falls to the ground, and rolls lifelessly a mere three yards away. "I'm sorry Casimir, but I have to kill you," I grin.

I bring the sword down once, and aim poorly on purpose. This tribute is a disgrace, he deserves what I am about to give him. My sword cuts through the air with a whooshing sound, and the next thing I hear is Casmir's wail of agony as his arm drops to the ground, and bloods squirts from where his arm used to be.

I leave him there, he surely will die from the blood loss. I hear a voice close to me, "Duck!" I duck as Hazel's chakram shoots through the air, and The district nine male drops, dead. I smile and launch myself towards the nearest person, Declan. I drop my word, and scoop up a spear as Declan flees the scene, clutching Emilia's hand.

I set my aw, and throw the spear. It whips through the air, and finds it's way into Declan's back. Emilia screams in utter horror as he drops to the ground. He whisper something, and Emilia wails even louder, then goes still. Casimir lies dead now, and blood stains the beautiful meadow.

Canvas screams with glee as she stabs a dagger into the heart of Lily, from district six. Blood leaks from the wound as she dives into the forest. I start to walk back towards the cornucopia,
where the careers are gathered, eating bread and fish.

"Hello, Nutmeg!" Smiles Lark as I sit down beside him. I smirk, and open a pack. I take out some rope, a knife, throwing knives, bread, and a sleeping bag. "Sorry it took my a while!" Breathes Canvas. "I was taking out that girl from six."

Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom! I grin happily, counting the cannons as they sound, rather loudly in my opinion. "Six?" Asks Hazel, and Canvas and I nod.

"That's what I heard," Answers Lark quietly. We split a bit of food between us, and pass out weapons of choice. I make sure each of us gets a sleeping bag, and that takes a while of going through packs to do. "I'm going to look for water in the forest!" Declares Cavas, and she throws over a doze empty water bottles from packs into an empty one. She also takes some bread, and a sleeping bag.

About an hour after Canvas leaves, the sun begins to set. Not a dark blue, but a beautiful color, with orange, and pink, and so many other colors. The anthem plays blaring loudly, and seems to be coming from everywhere at once. The faces of the dead appear in the sky.

Leo and Lily from six.
Casimir from eight.
Violet and Elijah from nine.
Declan from ten.

The anthem plays again and the sky goes dark. I settle into my sleeping bag as Lark volunteers to take watch, and I am out like a candle.