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

The Face of Fear: Orchard Woods

The problem with the Arena was the lack of tissues.  There is everything; cotton candy, trees. But no tissues. I wipe my  snot on my hand, brushing it onto the leg of my pants. But that is  totally disgusting and it only makes me cry harder. Its too hard to walk  and cry; its kind of like talking and walking. Instead, I let myself  drop to the ground, pulling my snot covered legs towards my chest. My  mind wanders to those words, the ones that have taken control of me.

"What in the world could you possibly want? It is really so hard to just shut your mouth and go to sleep?"

It had been so important  to me, to tell him how the stars were forming together to make  pictures. They shifted, forming a giant star in the sky. I watched them  in awe, remembering how each one of them twinkled so delicately when  they moved. It had been so important and all I wanted to do was share it  with someone else who had been so important.

But Rye didn't think of  me as important. He thought of me as a nuisance. A little kid fluttering  around a killing game who couldn't stop staring at the stars. I'd show  him. I would show him I didn't need him to win. If I could beat Mr.  Johnson at Scrabble, I could beat Rye at this Game.

I stared down at my mud  caked hands, remembering the beast I had to destroy to stay alive. The  beast I had to kill. He had been twice the size of me, clown red hair  sticking out from underneath the mud. His arms were meaty; almost a foot  wide, covered with slabs of mud. He had been holding something, a  mechanical device with moving blade that stuck out from the box.

I watched the blade spin  and I imagined it ripping though my vital organs. Cutting through my  flesh as the life drained out, mixing with the blood. The sound of it  sent cold shivers down my body, as I shook with fear. We had one of  those in the District. Mr. Johnson had cut off his hand with it. He  died, his blood spilling on my new shoes.

With a loud cry, I  smashed the blade into his face, falling backwards onto the ground. My  body shook as his body disintegrated, leaving me with a pile of gooey,  sticky mud. The mechanical tool was gone too, the sound echoing in my  ears. "Take that, Rye." I mumbled, pulling the knife from the goop on  the ground.

"Hey!" Someone shouted  from behind me, and I whipped around, frowning at the giant mango in  front of me. He had big, black eyes and a wide smile full of teeth.  "Nice to meet you. I like a nice smiling face." He gestured to the base  of a tree next to him.

I walked over to him, collapsing on the ground. "And your name is?"

"Mr. Mango Face. I'd  shake your hands, but I ain't got any hands." He burst out in laughter,  which sounds slightly like the mechanical box. I shivered.

A light breeze floated  through the Arena, the fresh smell of mango flooding my nose. The hunger  in my stomach commanded me to stick my teeth into him, but I resisted.  Mangos are friends, not food. "I am Orchard. Orchard Blo-" I sighed. As  if a giant mango cared about my name. He nodded at me, and I looked down  at my shirt. It was red, blood soaked.

"Who was it?" He asked, inching towards me. "It's okay, you can tell me."

Who was it? That was a  good question. There were so many people. "My ally." I whispered. "I  killed my ally." Mr. Mango Face sharply inhaled, but it almost sounded  as if he was impressed. "Her name was Iz. She was sleeping." I stared  blankly at tree in the distance, my hands rubbing the blood onto my  hands. Mud and blood, what a combination.

Mango opened his mouth,  but I cut him off. "I also killed that boy from District Two. He was so  pretty when he died." Mr. Mango Face coughed awkwardly as he looked  around nervously. "And then there was Clara. She will never see her  precious cow again. Because I killed her. I have killed so much."

"It's okay. I kill too."  He smiled sadly. "Just like this." His voice trailed off as he rolled  towards me. I jumped up with a yelp, dodging his blow. He grunted  angrily as I ran. "Come back! Just let me squish you!" He rolled faster,  gaining on me. With a cry, I tripped over a conveniently placed rock,  breaking my fall with my hands. This is how I was going to die; being  flattened like a pancake by a mango. Mango pancakes, interesting.

As he approached, I felt  hands grab at my waist as I was pulled backwards. Mr. Mango Face  continued rolling, his eyes locking on his next victim. "Who do you  think you are?" I demanded, turning to face Rye. His hair was everywhere  and he was covered in sweat.

"Saving you." He said  calmly, watching me carefully. His eyes took in the blood stained shirt  and mud covered hands. He frowned slightly. "Look, Orchard, I am-"

"Save it!" I snapped,  standing. I grabbed the knife, waving it around as I spoke. "I didn't  even need your help! I had myself. I can do this on my own. I don't need  to be saved!" Without waiting for his response, I turned, stomping  through the bushes. I whipped around when I heard his feet. "Don't even  think of following me Rye Quince!"

The men in the sky  mentioned a giant Ferris Wheel, where something I needed would be.  Though I couldn't be sure, I assumed the Ferris Wheel was simply a giant  wheel. I didn't know where the Ferris part fit into it, but it was  quite beautiful. Giant and purple, with abstract makings on the seats.  There was a wicker basket, but before I could focus on it, I picked the  letter on the seat.

The handwriting was  familiar; thick and loopy. Mine. The words were strange, just a young  girl blabbing about playing board games. Scrabble, Wordy, all of them,  listed neatly on a page. "Orchard's Guide for Scrabble." I had labeled  it. Everything I thought the Arena would be. I ripped it to shreds,  tossing it at my feet. I thought I'd be covering a board with letters  and I was covering myself in blood. Sweet irony. I flipped open the lid  of the basket, a smile twisting on my face as I balanced one of the  pieces of fruit in my hand.

How many points for the word mango?