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6th Writer Games: Semi-Finals

Alice King-District 8

The racetrack. Again.  Did the Gamemakers not have any imagination? Or were they saving it for  the finals? I shuddered, thinking of all the twisted places they could  send us, and prayed they simply lacked imagination.

Nonetheless, I decided  it might be best to complete this part of the Games. After all, it was  the top ten, the semi-finals, and I could feel the win coming. I was so  close, but then again, nine other tributes did too, including Jefferson,  and seven of them would have to die.

Jefferson and I had  parted ways after the second day, when he killed both our allies. The  Games had changed him, like so many others, and, although he wanted to  stay friends, I didn't trust the new him. So I'd left.

However, sometime along  day three, I ran into Taylor, and we'd decided to ally together. Though I  didn't see anyone really. All I saw was a long racetrack, and all the  cars seemed to be gone. Was I really that late as to miss out on all  cars?

That's when I saw Taylor  arrive, her metre announcing 99. So she'd already completed most of the  laps. "Need a ride?" she asked, and I nodded.

Just before I entered  Taylor's car, another one stopped by. Jefferson. "Alice, come on, stop  giving me the cold shoulder. Just get in our district's car, will you?"

My childhood best  friend, or my ally? Which should I choose? I remembered all the times we  spent together, back in our imaginary world, Underland, when we were  kids. Back when everything was simple.

But I also remembered  seeing him stab Xylia and torture Lyra, and that made me sick. Hoping  that his death would make the memories end, I stabbed his tire and  hopped in Taylor's car.

Not very long after that, Taylor and I reached the gate. But what was on the other side?

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Cypre's POV

The mountain began to  shake and fall apart, so I did the only thing I could think of; I ducked  and covered my head. When the dust had settled, there was a race track  in its place with a glowing door in the distance. I walked towards it.  My instinct was telling me that it would bring these games closer to the  end. I had been walking for what seemed like ages, but in reality, it  was probably only an hour. The door didn't seem to get any closer. Soon,  I was standing at the edge of the track. There were cars. I'm not sure  how many, but it looked like there was one for each tribute that was  still alive. The car closest to me had someone in it-and he didn't look  friendly. I came up to the drivers side while he was distracted with  something else. The window was down so I took the oppurtunity to use my  right hook. My fist made contact and it knocked him out. I hauled him  out the door and settled in the drivers seat, trying to find the right  pedal. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw tributes running towards the  door and track. I finally got the pedal correct and the car lurched  forwards. The others looked like they were gaining on me. In the  rearview mirror, I saw someone, Taylor I think, bump the car into  Paradox's. That girl was lucky to survive this long, so I wasn't going  to let her die in a freak car accident. I slowed my car until I managed  to wedge it between Taylor's and Paradox's, then rammed my car into  Taylor's. It gave Paradox enough time to get ahead of us, and it put a  huge dent in Taylor's car. I saw a bit of blood, but thre kid wasn't  losing enoughto die, so I sped away. The rest of the drive to the  doorway went without any further problems involving me. The glowing door  was fast approaching. Closing my eyes against the glare, I steered  right through.

Not knowing what was in store on the other side.

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Paradox's POV

The ground begins to  shake beneath me, and I grab hold of a nearby tree to keep my balance. I  watch as the mountain in front of me begins to break in two, splitting  down the middle. A few rocks fall down, and eventually, hardly any  mountain is left. The shaking stops, and I walk forward, trying to find  out what has happened. In just a few metres, I see what has been left  behind. A race-track, complete with cars, and a bright doorway the other  side. I try walking towards it, but within five steps I know something  is wrong. I am not moving, every step leaves me in the same place, like  walking on a treadmill. I look around - a few other tributes have turned  up now, but they don't notice me. I need to get to the doorway, but  how? Then I guess - the cars. I run to the nearest one - white with a  red number '9' painted on the side - and open the door. A driver sits in  the front seat. I try asking him to move, he stays still. I try pushing  him, nothing. Eventually, I decide the only way to get him out the car  is to get rid of him. I open his door, stab my knife into his heart, and  watch his body go limp. I try pushing again, and this time I am able to  push his body out, leaving the car to me. I just hope that was the best  choice. Although I struggle to touch the pedals, I push down the one I  think is the accelarator, and my head is pushed back to the chair as the  car lurches forward. I try not to move the steering wheel, heading  straight for the bright doorway. I hear other engines behind me, but I  don't stop to attack anyone. My main concern right now is the door. I  aim straight at it, and as the car goes through the bright door, the  light blinds me.