Writer Games: The Final Twist & A Night in Wattpad Manor & Faction Wattpad

Temporary Home: Females

District One: Phalone Papillon          

  Calliope music played  in the background. I closed my eyes, trying to calm myself down. You're  already here, I reminded myself. There's nothing you can do about it  anymore, except win. I took in several deep breaths. There was a good  chance that these would be my last moments of peace for a while.

    I didn't open my  eyes until a cool breeze blew my now-loose hair into my face. I reached  up to move my hair out of my face, quickly putting it up in a ponytail  using the hair tie that my stylist had given me. Then the music  stopped.

    The only noise I could hear was the pounding of my own heart, and the breeze blowing around the trash.

    "Try again next time!" One of the games announced. There wouldn't be a next time in these Games. It was win or die here.

    The whole arena had  an air of creepiness about it. With the games still running, some of the  bumper cars dented, even covered with blood, the arena felt haunted. It  didn't help that only half of the tributes were here.

    "I always thought  this place could use a bit of color." Audax said, the static from the  speakers adding to the feel of the arena.

   What more could he  possibly want? It was a carnival for goodness' sake, there were plenty  of colors. Then it dawned on me. He wanted red.

   The gong went off.  The Games had begun. I ran right towards one of the axes, near the edge  of the supplies. Another girl, the one from Nine, was heading towards it  as well. I ran behind her, letting her grab the axe, only to break her  neck as soon as she grabbed it. I smiled in satisfaction. She probably  didn't even know what hit her.

    I scooped up the axe  and looked for another tribute to kill. Josie was gathering the  supplies for us  she was such a good little helper. It would be a shame  when she died.

   Meanwhile, Fabron,  Spencer and I were looking for someone to kill. I saw Fabron's hammer  smash the delicate features of the girl from Five. I winced slightly,  that had to have hurt. Oh well, it killed her quickly so it couldn't  have hurt for long.

    Many of the tributes  had already fled the Cornucopia. I frowned, it would be a bit pathetic  if there were only two deaths in the Bloodbath. I looked around for any  tribute that I could kill, but I could only see Little Josie gathering  supplies.

      Then I heard an  ear-piercing shriek. I covered my ears. Whoever had screamed like that  had to have been in some serious pain. I looked to the source of the  noise to see the boy from Five with a knife in the back of his neck. My  eyes widened. That would never kill him! If anything, it would put him  in serious pain and paralyze him.

     I filled with rage.  Who would dare do that to a child so innocent? He had probably never  hurt anyone in his life, not badly at least. I saw the boy from Eight  carrying some throwing knives. So it was him who hurt the boy. Spencer  ran after him, and I didn't even care how Spencer killed the boy from  Eight, just as long as he did.

   I walked over to the  boy from Five. He was gasping for air. The poor boy. "It's OK." I said  soothingly. "I'm going to make it stop."

    "I... I want to go home." He sobbed.

    I shook my head  sadly. At least I could make it end. I brought my axe down to the front  of his neck. It would at least kill him instead of putting him in pain.

    I heard the boy from  Eight scream in pain too. Serves him right. Then the cannons started  firing. I counted five. Five was a good amount of deaths in the  Bloodbath, it was the same as ten in a normal Games with all of the  tributes.