The Writer Games | Once In A Lifetime & World Edition

When Beavers Strike: Females

Wren Williams – Canada

"I say we head to the North America area. It's the safest place." I announce to my alliance, with a giant grin on my face.

Right now, it's about  just after the bloodbath. Surely an amount of time had passed, but I'm  positive the Gamemakers are up to something new to keep the show  entertaining. As if my face isn't entertaining enough. I mean, I'm  awesome. Like, pure awesomeness.

"Fine." Connor agrees. "I'm all for it." Megan pipes up.

Perdu stays quiet. He's actually really quiet. Like a cat. A scaredy cat. Or something like that.

"Alright then! Let's go  team! Assemble!" I yell happily, gripping my hockey stick tightly and  waving it in the air. We start to walk forward, me leading the way, with  the help of a compass Megan found in her pack.

I walk backwards, while  my allies just watch me as if I'm crazy. I feel like Boots from Dora the  Explorer when he walks backwards when they're on an adventure. Are my  thoughts always this weird?

Yet another thought  occurs to me, leaving me puzzled why I haven't thought of this earlier.  "Oh! Also, I never got to mention this before. I call being Team  Captain!" I call, swiftly turning around to face my allies.

"Well, we're not really a  team, we're more of an alliance..." Connor points out. "Well from now  on we're a team." I reply. "Also being an alliance." I add.

"Whatever you say." Megan says in a sing-song voice, making me smile. I'm happy to have allies. Or, at least, friends.

* * *

We are in some place in  North America. I'm not sure where, but, somewhere. I was always terrible  with directions and things like that. At some point we had all had to  sleep, but unfortunately for me I'm a light sleeper, and I was  immediately woken by the Capitol anthem.

The faces of the dead appear on screen, and I'm relieved that not that many people lost their lives in the bloodbath.

I think it's about 8 or 9  PM, but I'm not sure. I look up at the sky, and wow am I amazed. I  sigh, thinking how could these games be so demeaning yet make things  seem so pretty at the same time.

The stars are so  beautiful, it's almost mesmerizing. The full moon is glowing, and I  wonder how the Gamemakers even created this.

A figure emerges from the bushes, getting my full attention. It's a tribute.

Jace, the British guy. He looks pretty innocent and harmless, but then why is he here?

"Why are you here?" I  ask, looking back to see that my allies are all already awake. "I'm  going to kill you and your alliance." He answers.

"Uhm, how about no..." I reply. I get ready to attack. Good thing I never even let go of my hockey stick.

He tackles me to the  floor, slashing with his sword. I'm sure I have cuts and bruises on my  face, because my face hurts. Gritting my teeth in pain, I take the upper  hand and stab him with the smaller and slightly sharper end of the  hockey stick. I continue to stab, making sure he's dead. Just one final  blow. BOOM!

I get up slowly, wiping  the blood off my prized weapon. "Well that was unexpected." Says Connor.  "Yup." Megan agrees, popping the 'p'.

I sigh, attempting to  slow down my heart rate. Realization hits me like a thunderstorm. I just  killed someone. I just killed someone...

Suddenly the ground starts to shake, startling us all. "What is happening?" Questions Perdu.

"I dunno. Probably some  Gamemaker trick." Megan answers. The ground has now started to spin,  causing me to become slightly dizzy.