The Bloodbath

August Millory

I'll have to make a new start,
Another break of day.
Cause after all,
It's just a game.

I stare as yet another joins them. Frustrated, in pain, and with sorrow and anger filling my heart, I realize that I'm fighting a losing battle. I have enough, don't I? A weapon, a bag, and a water jug. I can go now, right? Yes. I'm leaving. Now. Because it's too much and I'm confused and hurt and it's time for me to leave. I search for Troy but find myself unable to find him. I shake my head slightly, hoping that he can see me flee.

I turn on my heels and run, in extreme pain. My legs hurt, everything hurts, and nothing makes sense. All I know is I have to get out of here. And so I run, run, run, leaving them far behind, into the jungle, because there are trees, and trees make me feel at home. With tears streaming down my cheeks, I run.

[August has fled]

All twenty four of us were running for life. Essentially, that was the concept. Each of us wanted life just as bad as the one beside us and we would do anything for it. The past 50 some years proved that. People would kill for life. Dog eat dog. That sort of thing. Normally, I wasn't very confrontational. I would avoid any kind of fight and just wish that nobody would start one before I could run. However, my life was on the line. I would need to fight. I had to. Even if I didn't want to. Even if the thought of hurting somebody else scared me out of my mind. It was all petrifying. I was useless to my alliance, surely. I couldn't fight.

But I had to. I see Soyala, Seah and Aenor all attacking the same person. They would need me. I was the alliance member. I was weak and I was broken but I was still their friend in these Games. I had to fight them. Right! Yeah! I had to. I had to I had to I had to. Oh god, what am I going to do. I can't. I can't. What have I done. Oh good god. I am not ready for any of this. I close my eyes and swing forward towards a tribute, praying that I make contact and cause some sort of damage.

[[Jupiter ; Unarmed]]
[dice=200+5000]
[[Bruised Left Knee - 3.5]]

I felt my fist collide as I fell towards the ground, snatching up a machete quickly.

[gage claims machete]

Sebastian was starting to panic. His platform had risen and clicked into place, and now the dread was almost suffocating him. He couldn't see Colan anywhere in the hot, dry wasteland of an arena. The only thing he really could see was the metallic glint of a knife on the outskirts of the cornucopia. Sebastian needed that knife. All the blood seemed to rush to his ears, pounding like a huge drum in his head as he stared, with tunnel vision at the switchblade.

He could feel his surroundings without looking, the platforms seemed more spread out than they usually were, or maybe that was just him being here for real. It was ridiculously hot, the blazing sun already turning Sebastian's skin a slightly darker brown. Sebastian was suddenly thankful for the thick brimmed hat on his head, keeping his face cool and free of the bugs buzzing around his legs.

Time had to be running out, he had lost count of the seconds when he saw the switchblade, and now he was lost in the abyss of arena time. There was no telling how long he had been standing here, if there wasn't a gong to ring out he may have been there for an eternity already.

Managing to pry his hazel eyes off his future weapon and try to find Colan. He caught a glint of hair just on the other side of the cornucopia's great mouth and prayed that it was his alliance partner. The panic was rising again as he considered the prospect of losing his only friend in the first battle. Sebastian's heart was beating so fast he had to tell himself the good things about his situation in the games to keep from fainting.

He was in an alliance, and that was what counted. Even though they had barely spoken a word to each other, Sebastian knew he could count on Colan, and vice versa.

He was one of the older males in the games. There were a lot of seventeen-year-olds, but he was one of them and that was something. He also wasn't the smallest, which was quite comforting, when confronted with 11 boys to kill.

He already knew what his weapon was to be, he could see it, and knew how to get it. His hands suddenly got the same feeling as they had when he was in the training center, and as he glanced at the girl from his district Anya, he prayed he wouldn't have to kill a girl.

That was all he could come up with at the moment, his brain trying not to drown in the heat and sweat as it was. The last coherent thought Sebastian managed to pull together before the gong rang and he sprinted forwards was.

"I really hope these underwear are wedgie-proof."

Her head swirled. Her being felt as if she were part of some mystical nightmare that would enslave her for the rest of her life. She was ugly. She was full of vengeance. She was crazy. She was insane. Unfortunately, she was Soyala. Every time she would attack, they ran off. Scared of her, and she liked it. She couldn't become who she was, she couldn't.

Seah attacked another one, causing a gash. Aenor followed and did the same. Maybe she could finish him off.

[attack (Alex)]
[dice=200+2000]
2174 -- Stabbed in Bicep -- 8.5 damage