County Fair Week One - Five Finger Fillet

Enzo was going to be the death of her. Not because he's some zombie boy who survived a death game where kids try to kill one another. No, that was what was cool about Enzo, but since he somehow convinced her to even come to the crummy county fair, despite her efforts to not wanting to go, she still ended up here. A promise of a puppy drive from Lady's newest litter of cute, but gross creatures to happen later as she clambers around on the edge of a fence wondering what else to do. The events weren't very interesting except for the handful of ones that had to do with knives and shooting, but she didn't want to let Enzo see she was actually kind of excited about the fair.

That's how she's ended up here with a knife to be handed to her. Five Finger Fillet had sounded interesting. Her garden had been growing ever since she was given the idea to work on it. Flowers growing with a pretty sight as she could count the petals and leaves of each of them. Blossoming with her gentle care for them with shears that resembled a knife in a way. Playing a silly child's game with a deadly aspect seemed like a breeze. Taking the knife, she could feel a smile for once coming to her lips as she could see her reflection in the silver. The queen of cold as she'd been nicknamed years ago. Memories of watching Enzo and other tributes scramble around. Holding a weapon felt both powerful and terrifying. Most of her orphaned siblings had ended up on the bad side of a weapon like this.

A deep breath, she hears a sound as the time starts. He hands moving in time with her own thoughts. Fast, but precise. It shouldn't be too difficult.

As soon as she starts, she rushes the knife. The fast time is what she was going for. Almost from the start, stabbing down hard, she can feel the blood drip from her pointer. The deep cut stings with pain, but she grits her teeth down and continues to smile through it. Enzo surely wouldn't mind her coming with bandages along her fingers. Enzo was going to worry. She was fucked.

The second hit was the same as the first, except it's the middle finger. Pain grimaces through her hand, but she can feel the sting of it. Was this how all of the others felt before dying? Pain. Part of her wish she could have taken it from her sort of family. Even if she was cold, they still were apart of her family. Even if it was begrudgingly so. Despite how she acts with Enzo, she wouldn't do a puppy drive for just anyone. Hopefully Enzo wouldn't ask too many questions about her hand.

Cutting a garden and pruning at the leaves didn't seem to be helping at this event. Part of her was realizing this when the knife went into her ring finger, cutting just a tiny bit of red that drips down. The puppies were waiting for her, but she had to just finish this event. Rogue wasn't no quitter.

The last cut comes down onto her pinky as she finishes up the event. Her eyes staring at the red of her hand. The pain stinging with a reminder of the ruin she had caused to her own hand. Pulling away, she looks at the time shrugging before standing up. At least they'd scar up nicely, maybe Enzo will finally find her too frightening to ask to help with a puppy drive for once. Only time would tell.