The Second Annual Writer Games!

Task Three- Females

Nutmeg Dettlaff:

Task 3- Nutmeg Dettlaff- District 1-
Nutmeg's P.O.V:
I wake up early to the soft snoring of the other career tributes, who are all still asleep. I look around, searching for Canvas, who was supposed to be on watch. Where is she?

As if on cue, a fog swirls towards us. I step forewords, and feel the fog press against my skin. I thought it would feel nice compared to the uncomfortable heat. But it didn't feel nice. It stings.

My vision sways, and goes blurry, and the whole ground waves in front of me, and then the voices start. At first all I hear is a whisper. "Nutmeg," calls the soft, unrecognizable voice.

I whiff around, searching for where the voice is coming from, and I hear it again. A little louder this time, I am certain someone is there. "Nutmeg!"

"Nutmeg!" Screams the voice, and I clutch my head, trying to make the voices go away. "Nutmeg, go to the meadow. There are others there. You must kill someone, why not Oliver? He stands no chance!" Taunts the voice, and for the first time since before the arena, I let something else guide me.

I somehow manage not to trip, despite my blurry, basically useless vision. I trip, stumbling a few steps, before regaining my balance. "Nutmeg! Look, look at all these tributes, prepared to die! Look!" Screams the voice, and I screech.

The capital. That is who did this. I sprint forewords, unable to control myself as I crash in Oliver's chest, knocking him to the ground. I whip a dagger from the belt on my thigh, and shove it into his ye. His strangled cries echo through the meadow as I rip out my knife and do the same to his other eye.

I draw back my dagger, and plunge it into his wrist. Ignoring his confused pleas, and screams of agony, I drag the dagger up to his elbow, leaving a deep cut. The voices don't stop as I do the same to his other arm.

Grabbing my dagger, I taunt him by tracing his chin. "Nutmeg, kill him!" Shrieks the voice extremely loudly, and I shove the dagger into his throat.

I mistake the cannon for the voices until my vision clears. I look down, and grin at the dagger I hold, which is caked with fresh blood. What just happened?

I walk shakily back towards the cornucopia, unbelievably confused. I gasp at what I see. The only other person at the cornucopia is Violet. "Violet?" I whisper.

"Oh, hello Nutmeg!" Says Violet happily as she runs towards me. I step back. "Where are the others?" I ask.

"Well, there was mist. Deadly fog. Each tribute was guided somewhere in the arena." Explains Violet, and just as she finishes speaking, Hazel and Canvas approach.

Within the next hour, all the careers are back to the cornucopia, and Violet launches into description of what happened. How she knows, I do not know. Oh well.

Violet starts a fire, and cooks some raw beef. Apparently, Hazel took out her anger from the voices on a cow. Well, there's dinner.

"Back tot he magical fairy horn? Why don't we eat some rainbows!" Grins Andras, proud of his idiotic idea. I shake my head as I walk away. Hazel catches up to me as I sit on a rock in the meadow.

"Fresh blood!" She exclaims. "Someone must have died here. Recently." She says, looking closer. Hazel sits back and stabs her knife into the dirt.

"I killed Oliver!" I grin, wanting to remember my kill. All I remember was that I killed Oliver. "Come on, the food is probably ready," Says Hazel, and we make our way back.
'''30 Minutes later~~~

Turns out Violet is a pretty good cook, at least the food isn't undercooked  or burned. "I can take watch tonight," Says Violet, and we nod, the sun was beginning to set. Violet yanked a tent out of a pack, we don't know what happened to the other ones.