Luck's On Our Side ;;For Now;; (Nervoux)

The run from the Cornucopia was probably the worst run of Zuka's entire life. She had been running her entire life, from her aunt and uncle, peacekeepers, basically all the trouble that was in her life. Though none had been as horrible as this. Pain shot up her leg with each step, the voices in her head were continuing to curse and shout insults at her, and she was really in a crappy mood, despite that she had just survived the bloodbath.

You could've won the welath you ass-hole...you realize that right? Why would you leave a fight right after you killed someone, it was just getting good and intense! You're such a party-pooper sometimes, you never have fun anymore.

"If I stayed I would've died you idiot, my leg is alreayd burning like hell!" Zuka yelled, growing immensely tired of their crisp and clear voices flowing throughout her tortured head.

Zuka could feel the salty water dripping from her face, her back drenched with the water from the hot sweatshirt that covered her. She hadn't taken the time to actually take off the layer of clothing that she didn't need, she actually hadn't even stopped since she left the cornucopia.

Finally, after what felt like miles, she decided to stop for a few moments when it looked like there was no trouble. She let her satchel slide down her arms, where it landed with a soft thus on the hard and cracked surface. Lifting her arms up over her head, Zuka pulled off the sweatshirt and stuffed it into the extra space of the brown bag.

Her shirt clinged to her, sweat dripping slowly down until she wiped it away in annoyance. Why would they have to wear sweatshirts and pants in an arena where the temperature is practically 100? Most likely it was to torture them, or the nights would change drastically into a frost-biting coldness.

Zuka sighed, her head throbbing from the racket the voices were casuing. Without thinking, she collapsed on the ground in a sitting position, resting her head on her knees. The smell of blood drifted from her clothing, filling her nostrils until she had no choice but to relive the bloodbath. She had killed Enigma, which made it a total of two people that she had killed in her life-time. G

The instant her knife had made contact with the girl's neck, she knew that it would be over for the girl. She also knew at that moment that she needed to leave, for the memories had already started to flood her mind and control her senses. Yes, Zuka did love the memory of her first kill, but it preferrable that it didn't come when she was surrounded by tributes who wanted to kill her.

Tributes. The word stirred something in her, bringing her back to her senses. What was the name of that gir who was her ally? Nady...Nada...Nadene? Yes, that's it! Nadene, not really giving a crap what the girl's name was. In the end, they would have to kill each other, why should she take the time to learn her name?

A few moments later, the sound of footsteps met her ears, barely audible over the screaming. It took a moment for her to process what she was hearing, for the sound simply enetered one ear and slipped out the other like a steady flow of water. Finally, she jumped up, spinning around to see who it was, see who was here to try and end her life once again.

It was Nadene, her ally. She narrowed her eyes, grabbing her satchel from where it sat and walking over to her. Zuka said nothing as she stopped a few steps away, her eyes trailing over the girl. "I see you didn't get hurt" was all she said, no congratulations or any act of happiness for her fellow ally.

Zuka's eyes trailed down to Nadene's switchblade, a small smirk appearing across her face as she pictured the tribute slashing her with it. As she thought it over, a small part of her wished that Nadene had killed her at that moment, if she hadn't realized that it was her ally.

Don't think that Zuka! You. are. going. to. win.... Forget the whole suicide things you're trying to pull off, I won't forget too easily about you dropping your token on the platform.

This statement from the voice caused her to sigh in low annoyance. Zuka knew her chances of survival were slim, most likely smaller than slim considering her drastic interview before the games. She was known for speaking her mind, not bothering to care what the result of those words would be. Well now it would be certain death.

It took her a few moments to realize that her ally had spoken to her, and was waiting on an answer. She had said thanks... did she even compliment her? She didn't recall saying anything nice, other than she hadn't gotten hurt, and even that was in a bitter aim. Zuka sighed, this must be one of those nice people... this would be a long day if that was it.

"I got slashed on my thigh, that's pretty much it" she said, her eyes trailing down to where they rested on her blood-stained pants. Zuka gazed at the ripped fabric, where it revealed the red liquid that still streamed down her leg, staining her sock. Once again she scowled as she realized how lucky Nadene had been to get out without a scratch on her. It wasn't jealousy... well she didn't know what it was. The emotion was hard to pin-point.

"Kill? Erm.. I killed Enigma, I think that's her name" she said, her voice full of carelessness, though it brought a thin smile on her face. Usually people would be disgusted by the fact that they had ended a life, but she found joy in it.

"And.. how'd you do?" she asked, slinging her satchel on the ground as she spoke, digging through it to find her water jug. Her tongue was already dry, and it was refusing to moisten.