jeepers .|. ghost gen day 2

Tyrone never felt this kind of confidence. He pushed upon the dinosaur's huge feet and threw himself on the creature, burying his knife deep into the roaring creature. It sinks deeper as the palm of his hand squeezes harder onto the plastic handle. The knife pushes deep into the creature's chest to the point where the tip of his thumb pokes into its wound. It falls to its knees, sending Tyrone stumbling backwards onto the ground.

It's dead. Relief settles into the momentarily quiet aftermath. He pulls the knife, drenched in blood, out of the dinosaur's corpse. The stream of blood fades away as it touches the scales and it dissolves the moment it reaches the burning ground. Tyrone killed both of them. The tall one and the big one, just with the tiny knife he found in the outskirts of the bloodbath and a desire to protect his friends. His eyes turn to Cedric, desperate for his approval or appreciation. Each one of them did their part in killing the creatures, but being the final strike held some importance in his soul.

Could he do it, though, if the threat is a human being rather than a manmade monstrosity?

Could Ty do it if the threat is his ally?

The ground burns as he lays on it, but he can't find the motivation to get up. The clouds overhead remind him of the mountains of snow that would pile over District Eight in the winter months. What a contrast to the arena, where every five steps leave five buckets of sweat behind. Tyrone feels both the alerting heat and calming cool, catching his breath for a moment. Just a minute, he thinks as his fingers stray through the hard surface beneath him, I promise. If the arena didn't promise death at every turn, he might break that promise, but the stench from the mutts' corpses keeps Ty in check.

"I think.." Ginny speaks, and Ty picks his head up. She looks dazed, and her words are choppy. "I think I'm g-" her knees collapse and she falls to the ground.

Tyrone flings his body forward with urgency, trying his best to run over to her, but he ends up like a panicked spider crawling to its next destination. "Ginny?"

He doesn't know what to do. He's not a doctor, none of them are. Tyrone doesn't want to say it with a distraught Luya by their side, but he thinks that Ginny won't make it. No, he can't let her. She's his District Partner--. Ty throws his hand by her neck. Her pulse twitches, but not nearly as fast as he feels he is. And she's breathing. Those are good signs.

"We need to get her out of the heat." Tyrone looks to Cedric. He's the only one strong enough to carry her on his own. But they're deep in the dunes, it'd take too long to get her back. He scans the rise and fall of the terrain. A sea of red. The occasional thin tree won't do her good if her body is burning up.

But then he sees it. It's rusted in the distance, almost blending in with the surroundings, but the dying pink tones would be impossible to miss for a boy from District Eight devoted to color. "That's a car! We need to get her in there!" He points to the squarish vehicle, not too far away. They can make it.

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