Part 3 - The Games
Chapter 10- Battles and Blood
(If I'm going to edit anything or write more stuff in anything, it's this. Because everything else is towards the end and this is just the bllllaaahhh blaahhh in between-- the next chapter is guaranteed better quality)
The rest of the Games seemed like a blur. I closed my heart to the feeling and let out hunter instinct. I laughed with the Careers, tried not to seem awkward with Clove, treating her like I would've back at the Academy.
The Academy. What a nostalgic feeling. Looking back left me feeling soft.
Yet I was still soft.
It was soft enough slicing the blade through for a quick death. I should've put on a show. Let the blood spill in puddles, weakening them until slow death.
Pain.
I let myself become a monster.
I stopped counting the bodies at one point. The cannons. The hours. The days.
Feelings died and I was basically a controlled robot.
A robot trying to put on a show. Meaning of the Games fuffilled, eh?
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I wrote that just because the next chapter wouldn't really work... I mean bloodbath.. to the end of the story? Sorry it's so bad... I promise (PROMISE) to go back eventually to make this better (extend chapters and just make it more detailed and longer in general... I mean that was such a bad excuse on my part... "seemed like a blur". I mean this chapter's going to be less than a page... xD sorry sorry sorry thanks for reading i appreciate it so so so so much)
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