Interactive Hunger Games 4

Day 6, Part 2: Cracked

- P O S E I D O N -

I dart into the jungle, leaving the two from District 3 behind. I would've loved to kill them right there, but frankly this seems like the better option to take. They were busy, which left me the perfect opportunity to run away unscathed.

I'm quite disappointed in Enrique. When the time is right, I'll use an explosive arrow on him. I'll let it hurt. I can't believe he was so helpful and was swayed so easily. If Mason and Valerie were still here, no doubt he'd have paid for his betrayal with his life.

But they're dead because of Kable. Oh, will I make work of him. He's hurt, weak, and against too many skilled warriors like myself to win. No doubt he'll die, short of a miracle. Like what happened last time at the dock.

That was a fluke, and wouldn't happen again. I had no idea who that could've been, but I guessed Emily Anderson or Cassius Buvelle. I was glad that they were both fucked by the storm, but I was mad that those easy kills weren't mine to have.

Whoever it was, I'd get them back. I had my bow, the clear advantage, explosive bolts, and all the supplies I need in my pack. I knew the jungle and knew how to fight off any tribute in this arena, and any new fights could only help me.

Who dares challenge me?

- S A M I R A -

I see the deaths in the sky, and I can't help but smile. Maybe it's sadistic, but I don't care. It was the epitome of a miracle. That left only the Careers and Kable as potential threats. I mean, what are Maddox or Sarah going to do? They were probably injured or tired, likely both.

All that could go into my favor was a Career Civil War or Kable's death. I feel I would need to do the latter myself, which I am quite confident in accomplishing. I mean, imagine if my second biggest threat split apart and left only me to take the throne?

I grab my Dual Sword and stand up, practicing come special maneuvers. The odds were in my favor. There's no way that anyone, even the manipulative villain Dawn, could take me down. The odds are undoubtedly in my favor.

Who can challenge me?

- S A R A H -

"It's not over, Maddox." I insist. "You are making it out of here."

"But," He begins. Maddox was slumped against the guard rails of the tower, sitting as high above the trees as he possibly could. He wouldn't even come down to eat. It reminded me too much of my family when tragedy struck all that time ago.

"But what?" I question. He turns his head, tears continuing to shape his face. "Maddox, what do we have to fear?"

"Are you s- serious?" He asks. "We're down to two against trained killers on 3 sides. Ike will never find me now. I've had this radio on for hours and there's no signal."

"You're such a pessimist." I say, sitting down next to him. "If they found the radios, they'll surely find them again."

"Oh come on." He says. "No he won't."

"How do you know he won't?"

"I just do." Maddox replies quietly.

"No, you don't." I correct. "Maddox, we're in the same situation. We're 12 year old nuggets defying all the chances."

"Yeah." Maddox replies. "Nice job highlighting a natural disadvantage."

"No, you're wrong." I say. "It's our strength."

He just stares at me, dumbfounded. I continue on.

"We're the trailblazers." I remind him. "We pave our own path. Think about it, how two nuggets in the final group. Three with Ike. We're destined to win this game."

"And what about when we find the big guys?" Maddox asks. He wasn't crying anymore. As much as he hated to admit it, this was working masterfully.

"We're better than you think." I say. "Poseidon considered our group a major threat in the Training Center."

"How did that go, Sarah?" Maddox questions. "We were hunted down."

"We're still capable of exacting our revenge." I point out.

"Yeah." Maddox says. "But everything is stacked against us."

"Oh, trust me." I say. "We're at the top with odds."

"Bullshit." Maddox says, laughing. The sun was beginning to set, and it looked truly beautiful.

"We're stronger than you think, Maddox." I state. "Who dares challenge us?"

"You have so much hope." He responds.

"And you should get on board." I say. "That's how we're gonna win."

"I just can't help but feel we're fucked." He sighs. "Fine, I'll try it your way. I'm tired moping."

"Great." I say. "Now let's hope for a peaceful night's sleep."

- H E A D G A M E M A K E R -

- R O N N I E -

"God damnit!" I yell, slamming my fist on the table. Snow watches from the corner of the room, a look of contempt on her face. "How is Ike still alive?"

"He has some sort of jammer, sir." JP, my Co- Head Gamemaker responds. "We can't get our signals through."

"Then what are our options?" I exclaim. "I will not fucking tolerate another screw up!"

"We're fresh out." JP says.

"Well then, useless piece of shit." I respond, foaming from the mouth as I grab the loudspeaker. I control myself before speaking to the arena.

"Hello, Tributes. You may believe you are in the final 7, but there are currently 8 people in that arena. The eighth is one you will recognize: Icarus Pinto."

"He's with Kable, who will pay dearly. I wanted to announce this so you all knew. He's been here since Night 3, and has been ruining shit ever since. So, we will see who would like some generous Capitol Benefits if they manage killing the nugget."

"And, I know you can hear me Ike. I just want to say I'm gonna make this hurt. You picked the wrong brother to go after, buddy. You won't escape, just like Vanessa. I'm going to enjoy this, and you will never ruin our games ever again."

I hang up the microphone. "Let's see what they've got." I say. "We have a general location, so let's do a not-so-random Wheelspin. I know a great start."