Sitting Duck {Cici} Blitz

I've gotten so bored by the rest of the Careers trying to show off their weaponry skill and then all of the non-Careers flailing ridiculously as they attempt to find their grip on a darn sword. I've resorted to taking slow laps around the gym and trying to look like I'm actually doing something even though I'm really not. Suddenly, my eyes land upon a boy who seems to be quite frustrated. I recognize him right away: he's the Jay boy. His brother died in the games last year. I've heard their family is even bigger than ours, which is pretty hard to believe, so much that it must be a lie.

I almost walk past him, until he totally rage quits and throws his knife to the floor. I nearly trip over the weapon; god, are people really that stupid? I pick it up off the ground and shout after the boy, who's already walking away. "Hey," I say, waiting for him to turn around. "Looks like someone never learned how to pick up their toys." I put the knife right back into his hands. I can almost see the trembling feeling inside of him when I do, but it only brings a grin upon my face. "The age range is pretty young this year, but I didn't know we had any kindergartners in the mix." I point at the dummy in front of us. "Throw the knife. Go ahead, right through the heart. It's easy enough." The words only grow more taunting. "Unless you want to see me try. But I'm much too advanced to use these dummies. A malicious smile crosses my face. Scaring this boy may as well be my best entertainment all day. "I'd rather just kill you now. I pull my face close to the boy's ear, my voice a whisper. "The games have long begun, so you'd better start playing.