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Situation 3, Answers

TheMagister's and babydonahue's POV

We arrive in a race car track, and, to be more precise, a pit stop. Quickly, we notice a mechanic costume, so I put it on, as I see a car approach. A plan builds in my head.

"We need to check your breaks sir." Damon tells the driver, as professionnaly as he can.

The driver gets out of the car, and we get in, driving away, as he thinks I'm about to stop to see if the breaks work. By the time he realized we stole his car, were already across the portal.

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puppycakes21's POV

Five faces flash across the sky. More people that I don't know. I close my eyes to go to sleep, because I haven't slept in days. It's the third day and only eleven people have died. This game is moving slower. The competition is not as fierce this year compared to games from the past. People are less strategic. I know I'm safe, because everybody is still locked in the room with the bookworm as far as I know.

Suddenly the library begins to shake and books fall from their places. Weapons fall in surplus. I try to grab one, but it just collapses into dust. Nothing is making sense. Yes, the game-makers are powerful, but they are not all-powerful.

A race track starts to form in front of my yes. I cannot believe it. We are going from a quiet library to a race track filled with nature. This is such a big change, but it's still not the environment that I love to be in, which is the beach. I'm a skilled swimmer and I would kick major butt if I was even given a pond or a lake. I notice the other tributes materialize beside me as well. Another thing that I notice is that all of our weapons have disappeared as well. This must be an escaping challenge like the last one, not a killing challenge.

Nobody else is in the race track besides us, so I know that we need to find an escape, because this all has to be an illusion. I look forward and see a glowing doorway in the far distance. I look to both of my sides and notice that none of the other tributes have noticed it yet. I begin with a light walk. Once I'm twenty feet away from the group, I break into an all-out sprint.

Nobody seems to notice me. I smirk and look forward. Something peculiar is happening. I'm running towards the doorway, but it isn't getting closer to me. The door is actually furthering itself away from me. I stop to breathe, but to also understand my surroundings. This is obviously a trick. There has to be some other way to escape this mind-bending race track.

I look to my left and see a pit stop. I see cars, with people in them! Life. I sprint in the direction of the ready cars. Luckily, they aren't moving farther away from me. I leap on to the first car which is a used, yellow sports car. Right before I land on top of the car, it lurches forward. This causes me to fall to the ground.

I see that the driver notices me, and he wants to play mind games. I study the ground near me for any defense or weaponry. I see a large pebble. I grab it and hold it in my hands. Now, I'm no sniper, but I do have terrific aim. I take my aim at the drivers head. I don't want to kill him, but I do want to knock him out.

I take the rock and chuck it at the point I was aiming at. The rock first shatters the window and then smacks the back of his head. He falls forward and the car horn starts to go off. I look around and notice that the other tributes have hard the noise and are coming my way. I run in the direction if the car.

I look at the driver of the car and notice that the rock shattered the back of his skull. I really don't care, because right now I am fighting for my life. I have no time to worry about some pawn in the Hunger Games. They are pawns for a specific reason. They are not the important people, which happen to be the tributes.