the cutting future //kay blitz

The glint of the light reflects off the axe as it swings through the air, an audible noise as it connects with the arm of one of the dummies, doing absolutely nothing to chop it off. My millionth weak attempt at trying to make a torso is failing again. Maybe I should just give up now, if I can't turn a tribute into a pure torso, what use am I to the gamemakers game? They'll probably kill me off first chance they get, send mutts after me to make me a torso instead. Who needs limbs, anyways?

I sigh with the frustration of the attempt, looking over to a nearby dummy as someone is busy allowing the spurts of fake blood - or at least what I think is fake blood - to run free from the plastic figurine. The trainers have been no help. All they've been doing is giving me moral support knowing that it's hopeless. They know I'm going to be walking into that arena with half my limbs gone already, probably.

I stomp over to the cart where the axes are and angrily slam the axe down on the table with my right hand, accidentally cutting myself on another axe on the cart. I let out a little grunt of pain, what use am I? I rush over to the first aid station and grab a bandage, applying pressure on it, leaning against the wall, raising my hand above my heart as I was instructed to previously, my face still stormy.