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

The Face of Fear: Phalene Papillion

"And I thought Filius was insane." Alea  mused after Audax had finished rambling. I had to admit, Audax was  insane, but I liked his rambling. It provided a sense of normalcy to the  otherwise insane arena.

"And I knew you are a  bitch." Pebbles shot back. I winced a little bit. Underneath her cute,  and rather small, exterior, she was just like Sparkle. It would make it  easier for me when she died though, not that I would kill her.

"Audax is pretty  insane." I interjected, hoping to break up the tension between the two  girls. They glared at me simultaneously, only stopping to glare at each  other again.

"Hello there ladies," an  impossibly deep voice called from behind us. I knew that the only two  boys left were the ADD one and the robot. I heard their voices in their  Interviews, and unless the boy from Three suddenly underwent robot  puberty, it couldn't be either of them.

I turned around, after  hearing Pebbles curse like a Peacekeeper. I almost did the same, until I  remembered that Mom and Dad were watching back home. Besides, it was  just a mango with a face. I breathed a sigh of relief. It was just a  Mutt, and it didn't seem particularly deadly either. It's scent was  intoxicating though.

"This is lovely weather  we're having." The mango continued, rolling towards us. "Although I must  admit, rolling around on my face is a tad uncomfortable."

"I can fix that." Alea said.

"Oh really young lady,  well you must tell me how because I simply cannot wait for this to end."  He said as Alea walked over. "Are you planning to make me walk, or  perhaps provide a shield of some sort to my face?"

Unfortunately for him,  Alea wasn't up for either of those options. She opened up her fan, and  swung down at the mango's face, promptly peeling him. The cut wasn't  made all the way through though, and the mango still spoke.

"Oh goodness, what have  you done?" He asked. "This is even worse, my unprotected insides. This  is disastrous!" He yelled. I was sure his eyes were tearing up, as he  rolled over onto the side Alea had partially peeled.

He rolled much faster now, about as fast as I could run. Now that I thought about it, he was a little deadly.

For some reason, the  Ferris Wheel was at the top of a hill. I had never been a fan of  heights. If I had placed the Ferris Wheel, I would have put it in a  valley. As we ran up the hill, the mango started to lose speed. Gravity  was certainly not on his side right now.

"I shall have my revenge!" He yelled as he started to roll down the hill.

Enver was running down  towards us with a gun drawn. I still didn't understand how a robot being  in the Games was fair at all. Pebbles ran towards him, and flipped him  over, throwing him into the mango's exposed flesh.

I heard a few sparks go  off, followed by a cannon firing. The mango must have shorted him out. I  looked over to congratulate Pebbles, but she looked like she was going  to be sick. I decided not to say anything, instead continuing to run up  the hill.

Once we made it to the  top, only our three gifts remained. The Ferris Wheel spun, as if it was  oblivious that it was where twenty-eight kids fought to the death. Or  maybe it was built in District Two or the Capitol.

"I swear, when I find the lovebirds from Eleven," Pebbles started.

"You'll what?" Alea interrupted. "You'll kill them? You could hardly stand killing the robot. He wasn't even alive."

"I was perfectly fine with it!" Pebbles argued. "You're just jealous because you couldn't even kill a mango."

At this rate, one of  them would be dead by the time I had opened my package. I walked  underneath the Ferris Wheel, which had stopped for a second, as if it  was letting the next group of fair-goers on. Figuring I would be safe if  Alea and Pebbles started to fight I got on the ride.

I lowered the lap bar,  so I wouldn't fall out, and cut open the package. Inside was a sheet of  paper, a thin metal tube, about a dozen darts, and a vial of something.  My parents had always told me to read the card someone gave me before  opening the present, so I decided to so the same now.

'Dear Phalene,' the  letter read. 'They let us pick out the present for you, we're thankful  for that. Inside is a blowgun. We know you never trained too much with  the weapon, but it seems pretty easy to use, and we figured it would be  good for you sanity. The vial is a poison and an anesthesia. It will  slowly deactivate all the nerves, and then kill your target. This death  will be painless, as far as we can tell. Please try to get back home.  Sincerely, Mom and Dad.'

I smiled, putting the  blowgun in my pocket. I wouldn't load it until I needed to, just in  case. It was nice to have though. I folded the letter my parents had  sent me up nicely, and put it back in the package. Then I grabbed the  second letter from the package, and read it.

"Dear Me," the letter  read. That was when I recognized it. They had us write the letters to  our future selves, before the Games had started. The past several days  had been a blur though, so I read the letter anyway. "I still can't  believe I, or we I guess, are in the Games. It feels like our whole  lives have been leading up to this. I know we'll win. We can definitely  beat the tributes from Two. District One will be proud. I don't think  Spencer will make it too far. He's too much of a ditz. I like him  though. He's nice. Just remember, a quick cut to the jugular is always  the best way to kill them. Don't stress, we'll be back home before we  know it. Just do me a favor and stay alive long enough to read this. I'd  feel even more stupid if I was writing to a dead person. It'd be even  worse than that riddle! None of the tributes stand a chance against us.

Sincerely (although I am sure Spencer is signing this love. He's so full of himself), Phalene.'

I finished the letter,  and crumpled it up immediately. The Ferris Wheel slowly came to a stop  at the top. I threw the letter down, not caring where it landed. I  didn't want it anymore.

I looked out at the  broken landscape that laid before me, the twisted forest, the carnival  covered with blood, the ground still coated with a thin layer of broken  glass, and something became clear to me. I was not the girl who wrote  that letter anymore.