Papers, Pens & Daggers

Chapter Two

CHAPTER 2

---------JAYVIE’S POV----------

            I was heading back to my base when I heard a rustling in the grass.

“Who’s there?” I called out.

            No one replied.

“Hey! Who’s there?” I got my knife and swung it blindly at the grass when I felt something hit it.

“Ouch!”

            A girl. Pamela. She held her hand over the side of her neck. I guess that’s where my knife hit her. She looked at her bloody hands, stood up and ran, teary eyed. I wanted to follow her but…no, never mind. I looked down and she left her bow. Yes, just my luck. She left her sheathe of arrows as well.

I swung the quiver behind my back, got the bow and caressed it. I felt its fine detail on its shaft. I decided to fire a test shot, to see if I still knew how to use it. I got an arrow and positioned it on the bow. Pulled the string back and…let go.

            Suddenly, cannon fired. I heard screams behind me.

----------JUN’S POV----------

            Marychel, Cyralv, Pamela and I formed an alliance before even the Games started. So, it’s with utmost confidence I say that our team is pretty a good mix. Marychel is fierce and a pretty good blade wielder. Pamela on the other hand is what you might call a silent killer. Her skills with the bow are anything but arbitrary. Cyralv on the other hand, would I say is our most liable member. Not really good for much but he’s my friend. And then there’s me. The “brains” of the alliance per say. But give me a metallic ruler, and I won’t hesitate to poke your eye out.

            It’s the second day after the Games began. We made base behind Descartes. There’s plenty of poultry in this part of the school so we’ll never go hungry.

“Jun,” someone kept shaking me. “Jun, there’s a chicken. Let’s catch it.”

            I slowly opened my eyes to see the sun blocked by a dark figure. Oh, wait, no. It’s just Cyralv. “You go catch it.” I tiredly said.

            “You know I can’t catch by myself, I…” Suddenly there was cackle. Like from a chicken. “Oh, never mind Marychel already got it.” Cyralv said. “Great job, Chel!”

            “Cyralv, help me clean this thing.” said Marychel.

            A frown shown on Cyralv’s face, “Let Pamela do it.”

            I sat up, “Speaking of which, where is Pamela?” I asked.

            “I had her get out and gather some herbs and berries.” Marychel said. “She should be back a little later.”

            Cyralv and I nodded.

            “So, what are we planning to do now?” Cyralv asked. “Are we going to fight or just hide here.”

            Marychel looked at Cyralv questioningly, “We hide. We only fight if we need to. I thought we discussed this last night already?”

            “Yeah but…” Cyralv was interrupted by a sudden boom of a cannon.

            We fell silent for a moment until I broke the silence. “Well, it looks like someone had the guts to kill somebody.”

            Marychel laughed.

“So anyway,” Cyralv continued. “Also about last night’s discussion, are we really sure that if ever one of us kills one of us, one of us must kill the one of us who killed one of us?”

            “Yes,” Marychel answered. “But I think the possibility of that happening is second to none. We are an alliance after all, and members of an alliance don’t kill each other.”

            “Unless we’re the last four standing. Marychel, Pamela and I already agreed that we kill you first.” I joked.

            “Hey that’s not fair.” Cyralv complained.

            Marychel and I laughed our faces off making fun of Cyralv, when out of nowhere, an arrow flew through the bushes and hit him square on the forehead.

            “Cyralv!” Marychel and I said in unison.

            Suddenly cannon fired.

---------JAYVIE’S POV----------

“Oh my gosh!”

“Is he okay?”

            I ran and searched to find where the screams were coming from. I peered through the grass, just near Descartes, and saw Marychel and Jun.

“Chel, is he going to be alright?” asked Jun.

            Marychel just shook her head.

“So, Cyralv’s dead?” Jun asks again.

            Marychel was silent. As I looked closely, she seemed to be examining the arrow that killed Cyralv.

“This is Pamela’s arrow,” Marychel said to Jun.

“Pamela killed Cyralv?” Jun asks, angrily this time.

            At that moment, Pamela just walked in, still covering the wound I dealt on her.

“Oh my gosh, what happened to Cyralv?” Pamela asks Jun and Marychel.

            Marychel stood up and gave Pamela a good scolding. I couldn’t understand what Marychel was saying, she was talking too fast. Then, Marychel got out her blade.

            Pamela got on her knees begging for mercy.

“No! Chel, please forgive me. I did not do it.” I can barely hear Pamela’s tiny voice but I can see her tears.

            And in one swing of that blade, Pamela fell.

            I stood back and ran away from that terrible scene. As I ran, I heard Pamela’s cannon boom.

I arrived at my base and found out the chicken I caught earlier got out. It’s already sunset and I haven’t had a decent meal all day. I had a light dinner of berries and drank my saliva to wash it down. I tried my hardest to fall asleep, but my body just won’t let me. Eventually, I did and hopefully I get to wake up tomorrow.