Interactive Hunger Games 4

Night 1: Chase, Part 3

- Cassius Buvelle's Perspective-

I grab tight on my Machete as I hear faint whispers from down the hall. I can't just charge the hall; an arrow would lodge into my chest and I would die. I had to figure out another way. There's a window to my rig-

"Careers!" I hear Pierto yell. I begin to panic. The arrow, the beacon, it all makes sense now. We're being targeted because we defected from the Careers. No, because my allies defected.

Back to planning. I don't know why, but I sprint across to the other hallway. Another arrow flies by and misses, and I cross again.

"Whackamole?" I hear from down the hall. I recognize the voice. It's Poseidon of District 1.

Fuck.

I sprint down the hall, to another maze of rooms. Footsteps come crashing down from the left hallway. I crash through a door and find myself hearing more talk. It's interrupted as I fall over, knocking a stack of cardboard boxes to the floor.

"That's him!" I hear. It's Valerie, charging at me. Great, the one who hates 7. Just perfect.

As I get up, a pain emanating in my left arm. I look down to see an arrow lodged in it. It runs all the way through, and crimson blood leaks down my arm. I realize Poseidon shot me from down the hallway.

Thinking fast, I use my strength to kick a table up in front of Valerie's path. It works, as it knocks her back. I quickly scoot back, putting myself out of Poseidon's range. As Valerie gets up, I use my good arm to toss a wireless mouse from one of the desks at her. It hits her in the head, and I throw a vase at her this time. It smacks her on the forehead, even cracking the glass a little.

Using the time, I scream in pain as I pull the arrow out. It's agonizing, and it makes me stop for a second. I can't quit, though. I resume pulling, yelling "aaahhh!' To the entire office.

Pierto runs in, battered all over. He tries to punch Val, but she kicks him down and into Enrique's... Katana.

His eyes fill with fear as blood dribbles from his gaping mouth. His face starts twitching, as he slowly collapses bit by bit.

"Emily." He mutters.

"Pierto!" I yell, getting one last glance before his body falls behind the desks. "No!"

"Scream, 7 filth." Val says menacingly, as I stand up and wield my Machete. "Oh you're so strong?"

"You're a waste of life!" I say, charging her. I get a football tackle in and send her flying through the fragile office border walls. She acts as my cushion on the other side, while I roll around and stand up.

She looks up, bloodlust in her eyes. I thrust my Machete towards Val, but my aim is thrown off as a surge of pain goes through my back. The strike uselessly strikes the ground next to her head, as I fall to the ground.

A trail of blood follows me, from both my arm and my new back wound. It's apparent because of who did the second slice.

Mason.

"I take pleasure in this, by the way." He says.

"Dick." I say, grabbing a pen and thrusting it towards him. It digs into his side, making him recoil in shock. I then reach for the Machete, but Val kicks me back down. I fall to the floor yet again, but before I reach it I hear a loud crack in my skull and I lose control of my body.