100m Sprint

KILBEY ZAHA

The inhuman stepped into the bleeding light, tall and proud. The eyes of a predator absorbed the surroundings in a matter of seconds. Everything seemed so still and lifeless, yet the creature ate up every inch of the stadium in his dark eyes, inhaling as he did so. He held the breath, as if he could take in no more of the habitat, before letting out a controlled exhale. He had arrived in the Olympic Stadium - The palace of kings. This was his playground, the time for him to prove exactly who he was an what he was made of. This Career had trained his whole life, and finally he had a chance to prove himself. This wasn't just about the Hunger Games, but now he had an excuse for sport for the sake of sport.

Kilbey Zaha had entered his hunting ground. He would prove to the world why he was a brute force. This whole thing would be a massive stamp on his CV for the future. Imagine if he was Reaped, imagine the fear in the eyes of the other Tributes when they saw that the fastest sprinter in the world was chasing them down. A grin twitched in and out of existence on the dark skinned face of the Career. He was prepared for anything.

He had already warmed up his muscles - Prepared them for near ten seconds of flat out speed. That moment of glory was so short, but so near. Kilbey stepped forward to the starting blocks in his District One attire. The race was split even with four District One competitors and four District Two competitors. District Four was too busy splashing about in the water to keep up with the real athletes. Kilbey was suited in a bright red vest with a large black "D1" on the rear. His shorts were also red, whilst his specially fitted spikes were an electric yellow - Kilbey was here to stun.

The announcers read out each of their names respectively. Kilbey was in lane four, pretty much in the middle. Perfect, it was a great position to be in as he would be able to see left and right to judge how far off the competition was. Looking at them, they seemed mostly to be a few years older than him. Age was just a number, as Kilbey saw it. He knew how fast he could go and was more than confident about medaling. The time seemed to arrive pretty quickly as the mix of D1's and D2's, both male and female, crouched down into their starting positions.

All was quiet. A pin could be heard dropping as the arena ushered into a dead void. A single bead of sweat orbed on the forehead of the teenager, who was poised like a spring ready to uncoil. His concentration was sharper than ever, his body and mind working together perfectly to get the start he wanted. All he needed was that gun to fire.

"Set..."

BANG

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And like that, it was over. Just over ten seconds of pure focus and raw kinetic power. The race was close, Kilbey knew that much. Just how close was it? Had he won? He was so caught up in the moment and the atmosphere that he had forgotten to look to the far left or right. Sure, he could see bodies in the corner of his eye, but he was too narrow minded at the time to check. He had directed all his effort into the sprint... But that was a good thing.

Kilbey Zaha was happy, regardless. Now the result was all that was left to come. He walked with his hands on his head, catching his breath. Cameramen came up to him in a flurry, circling him like vultures.
"Get out of my face..." He yelled with anger. He didn't feel like a winner, not when others looked so happy.