Getting even [Meghan]

I don't know how I got to be surrounded by these ever-looming hedges again, and perhaps this just a dream, but my skin flutters in staggered anticipation. What cruel demon brought me here? In my fingers I only find the handle of my crooked blade. Is it waiting to be coated with forced life once more? Two jars filled with a substance that is all too familiar to me rest gently at my feet. Instinctively, I bend down and dip my fingers in thick, gooey tar. If this was a test, then surely I must be receiving top marks?

My feet carry me forward on their own accord, and out of the shadows I step. A ghostly figurine stands silently in an all too familiar patch of grass, and it takes me only a minute to realize that she is the haunter, and I have become the haunted.

"You couldn't stay away from me, could you, Siana?"

The girl was full of fire and spirit, so different than her once living counterpart. Was I the dead one here? I wondered how our roles reserved, but I suppose that this was the only the hunger games. Perhaps she was a mutt, brought back to deal the last blow, once and for all.

Murder at the hands of the victim, how very unpredictable that was. It was not right to question the motive, however, it was only good to do what the arena had designed for me to do.

[Beatrice attacks SIANA with her knife made of fire]
[dice=200+2000]
[Shallow Cut on Left Thigh -- 3.5 damage]

[dice=50]
[extinguished]

My blade only contacts her left thigh, so unlike its once triumphant leap into the pit of her stomach. The fire I had so lovingly whispered onto my knife betrayed me immediately, and once again I was left with nothing but an empty dagger. A sting of pain flashed onto the back of my head, but that only made me angrier.

"Go ahead, kill me, like I killed you. Payback is a bitch, huh?"

[current damage: 4.5 + 2 = 6.5]

The girl spoke of things she did not understand, as if she held an ounce more of self-respect and dignity then I did. Why did she deny destiny in the arena? No wonder I killed her.

Her voice pierced my soul like metal pierces armor, and I found myself cringing at every word. How dare she accuse me like this. I didn't give a crap about whatever worthless thing she felt like preaching today! I only wanted to kill her again.

"Don't you try to question my motives! You don't understand me, you mimicking fool. I became your savior, the only thing you should be saying right now is thank you."

"Do you really want to know why I killed you Siana?" I asked, my teeth jagged with the rage as my left arm flew away from my body. How dare she disfigure me, but I suppose that was always meant to happen to me, wasn't it? For me to die at the hands of the lives I snuffed out. Would the boy from District Two return to seek revenge next? "I killed you because you were weak. You had something to live for and that pisses me off. Everything I ever had to live for was taken from me."

I swing my remaining arm at her, hoping my knife meets her flesh once more.

"You deserved to die, Siana! You were the first piece to my masterpiece of death, and to be honest, I could care less what you left behind. I assure you I have lost more in my life. At least you got a chance to be happy..."

"I hope you rot for eternity, you ungrateful bitch."

Her words made my spirit positively lethal, and I wanted nothing less than to rip the hair from her head and the nails from her fingers. I wanted her to feel the pain that she was inflicting me. If she was alive I would only kill her again, and again, and again until death dropped his dagger and laid her to rest in whatever torturous tomb was reserved for girls with such nerve.

"I don't care what you think of me! I only want you dead. Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP SIANA FELIES! I will kill you and I will kill your little friends too. Just watch me."

I leap at her with my knife, hoping with all my might that it buries itself into her useless little lips.