- S A M I R A -
I grab some clean toilet paper from the room in this house and apply it to my arm. That fight had left me with a wounded shoulder, and I was trying to stitch it up with a thin clothes hanger I had found in this building.
I was disappointed that I wasn't the one who killed Quinn. Sure, I played a big part, but I didn't get the finishing move. It would be fitting, seeing that she made this shoulder wound. Oh, how I would've loved to watch that..
But no. The stupid arena event washed her away, along with 3 other Tributes. I guess it's good for me, seeing that I only faced nine more tributes. Only a couple were a threat, too. The squad of 4 wouldn't try to kill me since I helped them with Mariel. Bailey was absolutely no issue..
But that left the Careers, Dawn, and Kable. Dawn would probably unleash a Hell storm of attacks on me, seeing that I ruined her attack on the squad of 4. The Careers were likely on bloodlust from their recent failure, with District Two being eliminated. And Kable was just a threat, although hopefully he had been injured.
I finish the stitching, pulling the cord tight and cutting the excess. I then grab some more of the paper and wrap it around my arm, making sure to take a small piece of tape and tighten it. A med kit would've been nice, especially with all the sponsor whistles I've heard today. Maybe she didn't have faith in me?
Well, I'll prove her wrong.
- E N R I Q U E -
"Oh, check it out." I say, motioning for Dawn and Poseidon to get down. They crouch behind the bushes. Poseidon readies his bow, while Dawn readies her own bow. It seemed like there were more ranges tributes left than Melee tributes, which was certainly unconventional.
"Who is that?" Poseidon asks, looking at the person we had caught up to. We had gone to the city in search of someone to kill, and establish our dominance again. We had come upon someone.
"That looks like.." Dawn begins. "Bailey."
"Perfect." Poseidon says. "An easy kill."
"Maybe too easy." I mutter. "We're going after her anyway."
"Alright." Dawn says, grabbing an arrow and readying her bow. "Let's go hunting."
We creep out of the bushes, but Dawn immediately steps on something and it makes a cracking sound. The girl immediately notices, looking at the three of us with nothing but terror. She runs, and we begin to chase.
She pulls something out of her bag and fires it at a trees. I remember from the profiles that her weapon of choice was a grappling hook, and I immediately knew her next move. Sure enough, she used the tool to launch herself farther ahead faster than we could run. Is she was to get away, we would be humiliated.
We run after her, as she goes farther and farther north. Eventually we make it all the way to the northern edge of the city, running through forests and eventually making it to an airstrip.
"You can't run no more!" Enrique starts, breathing heavily. Bailey fires the grapple hook towards an old plane wing, with the hooks digging into the vehicle and launching Bailey forward.
Her body flies forward through the air and a loud sound follows. Her body ricochets off of a field of some sort, which take me a minute to figure out that it's the arena limit.
Her body is shocked and the grapple hook falls from her hand as her best flies backwards and she lands with a crash on the pavement behind us. Some blood splatters and she cries in pain. Dawn flips her over and sees her entire face burnt. Her arm is broken from the fall, and she looks like hell.
"I might as well put you out of your misery.." I say, taking my sword and plunging it into her chest. Her eyes widen and she tries to scream, but I think her voice cords were burnt. Her body eventually goes limp, and she falls.
- I K E -
"You May want to look at this!" Kable exclaims, and I run towards the building. A cannon goes off in the distance, and I'm startled for a second before running to the building. I run inside.
"What's up?" I ask hopefully.
"There's a response!" Kable exclaims, and I look in disbelief.
"No way." I say, grabbing the headphones and listening. Sure enough, a sequence of dots and dashes come through the other end. I continue to smile as I start making a conversation with the person on the other end.
I listen to the letters, and immediately jump and celebrate. The letters came back as 'I T S M A D D O X'! "It's him!" I exclaim to Kable, and he stands in the corner of the room, bewildered.
"Looks like we've got that figured out." Kable asks. The power to the radio then goes out, and I run back outside. "You gonna Keep this up or do we have what we need?"
"I'll ask." I say, turning the earpiece on again to talk with Tender. "You there, Tender?"
Nothing but static appears on the other end, and I huff. I touch my arm to the control panel again, discharging some more power. I know I shouldn't use this much for it, but I had to. "Kable, ask where they are!"
"Okay." Kable responds, and types in a sequence that I tell him. We get a response pretty soon, and I run in to read it. "How'd you guys learn this?" He asks.
"We communicated with it back in District 12." I say. "Vanessa.." I choke for a second before continuing on. "She taught me and Maddox Morse Code. We talked with it by using the mockingjays. It got past the Peacekeepers because they didn't know the code."
"Didn't they use it in the old world?" Kable asks. "Like, before the dark days?"
"Yeah." I state. "I think."
"Alright." I say, happy. "It's the Golf Course."
"Oh, I know where that is." Kable says. "That's a long walk, and we'll get there by night."

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Interactive Hunger Games 4
FanfictionWelcome back to the fourth installment of the Interactive Hunger Games, where readers enter tributes into the games and see if they can come out on top. Let's do this. Dank cover by @QuintexQuota