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

The Face of Guilt: Females

District One: Phalene Papillon

Shards of broken glass  decorated the ground. It was almost beautiful, the way the light  reflected off the minuscule pieces of glass. Then I remembered Audax's  lasers bouncing off of the mirrors, and the Victor version of me that  lived in one of them. They instantly seemed much less beautiful, more  like the diamond mines.

  Back in One, diamond  mining seemed like a very glamorous job. After all, if it involved  diamonds it had to be fabulous. There were the cave-ins though, and the  times when the mines ran out of oxygen. Diamond mining had the second  highest fatality rate of any occupation in District One. I had no right  to talk about it though. The occupation with the highest fatality rate  was tribute in the Games. Look at where I was.

   I walked over to the  forest, if only to be away from the broken glass. It was more like a  complicated dance, avoiding the broken class. It was one thing I could  thank One for. Every trainee was elegant in some form or fashion.

   The forest was just  as strangely beautiful as the carnival I left. Branches littered the  ground like the glass had. Those branches that still clung to the trees  were turned to the sky. I wondered how the forest had tortured its  tributes. Calliope music still haunted my ears.

   I almost smiled when  Filius' face showed in the sky right after Tobias and Leaf's. Then I  remembered it was just a change of who was my captor. He started to  talk. His seriousness almost seemed to mock Audax's wildness. I actually  smiled when he mentioned the talk with our family members. I might  actually get to say proper goodbyes to Mom and Dad. Of course, it almost  wasn't worth it. I didn't know if I had the heart to have a ten minute  conversation with the loved one of someone I just killed, especially  considering it would be Pebbles.

   Definitely not worth  it, I decided. Filius never said that we had to kill our partner. I  could live without talking to my parents here in the arena. I would just  have to win so I could see them again.

   "I was really hoping  that you, me, Fabron, and Alea could all work together to kill each  others' partners." Pebbles said, walking out from behind on of the  trees. She seemed glad to just be on the ground. I wondered why. "This  works too though. We were never technically allies anyway." She  continued.

   It scared me how  ready she was to kill. The leather headband seemed out of place, like  wings on a toad. It looked like something a peaceful tribute would wear,  not a bloodthirsty Career. "Filius never said that we has to kill our  partner." I countered. "We could work together somehow."

    "I'm not an idiot  One." She countered, using my District number as if I was some sort of  tag-along. "If a Gamemaker suggests you do something, you'd best do it."

   I opened my mouth to  reply, but the small girl was already charging at me. I leapt out of the  way. Her stiletto dagger was, thankfully, made for stabbing and not  throwing. I raised my axe. I didn't want to swing it, but I would if I  had to.

   Pebbles glared at me, and walked closer. "You're probably right. Why don't we just go tribute hunting?"

  I lowered my axe,  letting Pebbles get closer. Something in me was screaming for me to kill  her now, while I still could. It said that Pebbles just wanted to kill  me. A small part of me said that maybe I could trust her though, that  she realize how pointless it was. I listened to the second voice.

   By then, Pebbles was  right by me. I couldn't believe I had ever distrusted this small, sweet  girl. Her arm was moving behind my back, she was going to hug me. I  looked into her small, brown eyes. There was something in her  expression, her sly innocence wasn't real at all. Remembering her small  stiletto dagger, I reached back and shoved her arm down.