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

Finals: Orchard Woods

In District Eleven, the  most blood I ever saw was my daddy's cut finger when he was peeling  carrots. The oozing red liquid slowly bubbled at the tip, before  bursting and slipping in a perfect line of blood.

But now, in this broken  down carnival, the blood splattered the ground. Blood splattered the  stands of those games no one ever wins at. But the most blood I had  seen? It covered me. My legs, my hands, my face.

"Darling, you better  give up." I shook my head, holding onto the weapon in my hands. The tip  was covered in blood. Her hands shook slightly on her knife but she kept  a vicious smile twisted on her lips. The old Orchard would be  quivering, tears rushing down her face as she begged for mercy. But not  me. I am not the same as I was two weeks ago. Not even close.

Pebbles didn't even  quiver as she chucked the knife at me. It sliced through the shoulder of  my suit, leaving a trail of bubbling blood. It stung slightly.  "Missed." I whispered, my eyes traveling to the cut in my arm. I looked  back up to her. "You missed me. Now I can hurt you." There was a flash  of fear in her eyes as the sickle was raised to attack.

"This won't bring your  stupid friend back, you know!" She shouted, covering her face with her  arms. "He is dead!" The sickle trembled slightly before it split open  her skull. Bits of brain stuck to the weapon as blood spilled onto the  dusty ground.

I watched the blood, my  hands shaking. "Everyone is dead." It wasn't a question. Just a  statement. "I am so alone." I choked slightly, my lower lip trembling as  a drop of liquid slid down my face. I quickly wipe it away. Tears  wouldn't fix this. They wouldn't bring anyone back.

"Congratulations! Your  Victor, Orchard Wood of District Eleven!" Victor. It sounds so sweet,  but so far away. Like something I could never have. But did I want  victory? Did I want this? Did I want to watch everyone around me fall to  their deaths? "-the Victor of these games will not exit the Arena  alive!"

A crack of lightning  splits in the sky, bringing me back to reality. The words were all  jumbled in my mind. Victor. Games. No exit. Alive. The words connected  in my mind like the lightning in the sky. I wasn't going home. I would  never see Betty the Cow, or Ma, or Pa ever again. I killed everyone I  saw. Everyone. Just to win. Just to put an end to this.

And I couldn't even keep my promise to Rye.

"Orchard?" Rye had  whispered, glancing over my shoulder at the note in my hand. "I am sorry  I said that. I am sorry I hurt your feelings."

I whipped around,  glaring at him. "Don't speak to me like I am three years old. I am not  stupid." He flinched at my words, his eyes watching mine.

He collapsed on the  ground, shaking his head. "Everything is different, Orchard." He  whispered, his entire body trembling. "I don't know if I can-"

In an instant, I was  beside him, putting a reassuring arm around him. "Don't say anything,  Rye. Just- let's just sit." He nodded like a small child, still  trembling. "It is all going to be okay." We sat like that for a while,  the howling of the wind the only noise.

"Well isn't this  adorable." Rye shot up, holding the sickle out. Pebbles stepped out of  the shadows, her smile full of venom. "It's okay, darling." She said to  Rye, winking at him. "This will only take a second." Her dagger, her  blood covered dagger took just seconds to fly through the air and land  in Rye's chest. With a giggle, she winked over at me. "You'll thank me  for this, honey!"

It took everything I had  not to follow her as she slipped back into the shadows, but Rye was  bleeding. There was just so much blood. "Orchie. Orchie, help me. Oh  god, help me."

"Shh, shh." I soothed,  my hands shaking as I pulled him into my lap. He cried out when I pulled  the dagger out of him, throwing it to the side. "It's going to be okay,  Rye Quince, I promise you."

"Orchard?" He asked  quietly, struggling to look into my eyes. "Am I going to die?" I began  to shake my head, but a tear slid down. I nodded. Lying was not cool.

"Oh." He said, sinking  further into my lap. "In that case, it's okay." His words slurred  together. "You know, Orchie, this is a contest. You can win. Just find  Pebbles and win, okay?"

I nodded again, but  didn't bother trying to open my mouth. Words would just get caught in  the massive wave of tears that covered my mouth. Be strong, I tried to  tell myself, but it was useless. Everything wasn't okay. Not know.

"Rye." I sobbed, leaning  my face into his arm. "You can't leave me. Please don't. You are the  only person who ever cared enough to show me the truth. The truth about  life." I took a shaky breath, and kissed him on the cheek. "I love you  Rye. Please-"

"Orchard." He  interrupted. "I need you to promise me something. You need to promise me  you'll win and go back to the District and you show them what District  Eleven can do. Show them what you can do." The next part came out as a  whisper. "I love you too, Orchard." He took a rigid breath, his eyes  fluttering shut.

"I promise, Rye." I whispered, but the echo of the cannon was so loud.

A crack of thunder  reminds me of what is happening. My entire body is soaked with water.  Soaked with my tears. "Don't be stupid, Orchard, it's the rain." A  shudder passed through me, as the icy cold water beats against my skin.  Lightning lights the sky as thunder rattles the ground. I take the whip  in my hand and stare at it.

"Rain, rain go away,  come again another day." I sang, fiddling with making the knot. There  was a low branch on a nearby tree, the thickness of the branch just  strong enough. "La, la, la." The rain was peaceful, I thought, as I  fastened the rope to the tree. It was hard to do without a ladder, but  it wasn't too bad. Just need to stretch a bit.

Rye. The only person I  ever loved other than my parents and a cow. And I wasn't in love with  him. I didn't want to be together or anything romantic. I just needed  him. I relied on him to get me through the tough things. And now he was  gone. And I'd never see my parents. And there was just so much blood  everywhere.

The rope was heavy  against my neck, but with a shaky breath, I released my arms, letting  myself dangled there. The rope instantly cut off the air but I didn't  resist. I wanted this. I wanted to die.

Without warning, the  branch snapped, throwing me to the ground. The impact would leave a  bruise, I was sure of it. I glanced at the broken bits of the tree, my  hands feeling around for the rope around my neck.

"Oh relax!" Filly  appeared the sky, rolling his eyes at me. "We wouldn't actually do that.  Quite a show you gave us. Oh, by the way! Congratulations!" At his  words, a calmness covered me.

It was over.

All of this.

Over.

How many points for done?