---All Alone--- <Archer>
Mar 5, 2010 22:17:18 GMT -5
Post by Quint on Mar 5, 2010 22:17:18 GMT -5
Archer Fields[/u]
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Day Three~The Lake
Archer felt alone. Not that he had company with him or anything. Well, actually yes, he was alone. Jeremy and Arbor had gone along with the others because they thought they had heard something. Now, concealed behind the same small clump of snow he had hidden with Arbor not but two days before.
He held his multiple backpacks close, trying to keep himself warm. The group would be back soon. Right? If not, he'd be alone in these Games. He could live without Zinnia, Ailia, and Jeremy, not that he didn't necessarily care about them, but that he had agreed to be allied with Arbor, then Jeremy appeared along with his district counterpart and her ally. But they were all stuck together now.
But what if someone were to attack him? Would he be able to hold off? The others couldn't be too far just yet. He was pretty strong, but the broken rib had really slowed him down. It ached and there were times where it got to the point where he slowed down the alliance. Was he dead weight now? Yes, the Games were changing him, but now he was shifting back to his old self. The paranoid insecure little nerd he was. No, he wouldn't allow it.
The Games required a victor. As did the Capitol and every single bloody viewer feasting their eyes on the television. And a victor he would give them. He thought back to the girl he had ended a couple of hours ago. She screamed at them as if they were creatures. As if killing in these Games were unnatural. He had no intention to see how she intended to win the Games, but he wondered why. They didn't have to fight? What kind of bull scat was that? He was able to kill, not that he enjoyed or was satisfied by it in anyway, but if he wanted to go home, he'd do what he needed to do. Nothing was going to stop him.
Nobody. And nobody became a victor by chance...