"If you go this way, there's a good percentage you'd most likely get stabbed," I say to Avalon. She pointed to the poorly drawn Cornucopia that was scribbled on a wrinkled napkin with a pen,
"But look!" she exclaimed circling her perfectly silver painted nail on a black doodly mark that indicated "weapons". "Since I'm pretty fast, dontcha' think I can get there first and hopefully snag something useful for us,"
"Okay, so lets say you perhaps snag a few knives; what happens when you turn around and see all the other tributes charging in your direction ready to kill, which way will you run?" I say.
"Kill them?" She asked biting her lip with a hint of curiosity in her voice.
"Avalon," I say letting out a low laugh. "You against the strongest Tributes? I'd like to see you try."
"Don't under estimate your opponents."
"And by opponent you mean a 100 pound girl who couldn't even kill a spider to save her life?" I scoff.
"The smallest are the deadliest, and the deadliest are the Well Rounded Victors, I can be viscous too Mason." Avalon said cocking her eyebrow up; which I'm almost one hundred percent sure that was a sign of flirting.
I used my fingers and pretended to make air quotes because apparently Avalon's seriousness is nothing but a joke to me. She can not be a Well Rounded Victor. Heck! Neither can I!
"What if I like, hid in the Cornucopia and waited for the bloodbath to be over?" she asked leaning on the palms of her hand with her elbows on the table.
"I don't even know why you asked me that," I say frowning,
"What?" her head perked up.
"When the Capitol Games are programmed on TV do you not watch it?"
"I do but-"
"Then you should know hiding in the Cornucopia is the dumbest idea because the Career Pack are the last group on the grounds because unfortunately it's their jobs to clean out all the remaining weapons and foods. And if you're hiding inside they'll be more than happy to clean you out too."
She parted her mouth to utter a witty come back but decided to cease the arguing.
We sat there in a trance of silence, pondering again over the napkin; desperately trying to figure out the best way to quickly grab the weapon we need and go.
We continue our deliberate discussion.
"You can grab the backpacks," she says scooping a cracker in the seafood dip in front of her.
"No I'm not letting you fight for deadly weapons against thirty-four tributes while I go 'back pack hunting'." I scoff.
"Well you're not as fast as me...." she said trailing her voice off.
"Do you think you're as strong as me?" I lean back in the chair dropping the pen in front of me, "Another dead end".
"Sorry guys the paparazzi was all in my damn face asking me stupid questions like 'How are you feeling right now?' or 'Are you on good terms with everyone in your Alliance?' and you know how much I can't stand noisy people! Did you try the stuffed hen?" Ellaydra said busily, plopping down in the chair next to Avalon holding about six plates of food from the buffet. "And they say it's all you can eat but I find it quite rude that you're not allowed to take any of this in the arena! Ludicrous right?" She asked stuffing a slab of ribs in her mouth and sucking the meat right from the bone.
Avalon looks at me not knowing what to say. Her pupils expanded and jaw clenched.
"Hello Ellaydra," I say slightly awkward. Not exactly sure how to approach the girl that betrayed the love of my life.
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The 100th Annual Hunger Games Quarter Quell: District Revenge
FanfictionFive friends. One game. The rebellion has reached it's peak, the Districts aren't taking no for an answer, the Capitol is defenseless and the games are still on. It's been settled, The Hunger Games will continue but the children of the Capitol will...
