First Night of the Hunger Games

I ran as fast as the speed of light towards the cornucopia. Since I was by far the first person there, I was very selective about what I would grab. After surveying all the items in the large, steel contraption, I picked up an odd piece of metal. It was tube-shaped and there was a small button on the outside. My thumb lightly pressed down on it, only to ignite a red blade of light from one end of the tube. Almost immediately afterwards, another blade came out of the opposite end. I was mesmerized by the humming and glow of the unknown weapon. However, the tributes were sprinting towards me and I knew it was time to kill. I swung the blade at the first weakling I saw. He let out a painful squeal as my weapon sliced his legs off completely. I noticed he was still alive, but I didn’t even bother to finish him off. I would get much more satisfaction if he died a long and painful death. I smiled as I watched him suffer.

The cannon fired about ten minutes later. Everybody else had snatched whatever they could and scurried away like a bunch of pansies. Instead of taking the coward’s way out by hiding, I stayed right by the cornucopia. I was outraged that I only got to kill one person, so I paced quickly back and forth, planning my first attack. Without really noticing, I spent a good hour or so doing this. The day had died and now the full moon was shining bright overhead, so I figured it was time for some sleep. I hadn’t set up a shelter, considering I wasted lots of time thinking about how I would destroy those sissies. Slowly, I laid down on the cool, dry grass and shut my eyes.

However, I could not sleep. It was hours of nonstop tossing and turning. I needed to kill, and I couldn’t go to sleep until I had done so. After I wiped all the grass off of me, I picked up my weapon and set out for the forest. With each step, I knew I was getting closer to making someone else suffer. I marched through the forest, ready to destroy anything in my sight. Suddenly, I found a group of humans. Those weaklings had formed an alliance. I knew this was going be fun because you know what they say, “The more, the merrier!” I crept up cautiously behind them. They didn’t hear a thing…until I ignited my weapon. They spun around in fear. They tried to run away, but my saber had already cut through them like butter, all in one swing. Each one of them dropped to the ground immediately. Three cannons fired right in a row. That made four deaths today, and I was responsible for all of them. I kneeled down to look at one of the dead tributes. They would make a good late-night snack, but before I was about to dig in, the four tributes were shown across the sky. I watched with a great sense of pride and then let out a yawn. Slaughtering people definitely did take a toll on my body. I laid back down and slept happily, dreaming of pain, suffering, and blood.

 

 

Ladies and Gentlemen, let the Eightieth Hunger Games begin!

The adrenaline rushed within me. I stood there on the hard, metal circle, eager to elevate up to the arena. I reached into my back pocket and removed my rabbit’s foot. I could still smell the blood as I grasped it in my right hand. Gosh, what a wonderful smell it was. The scent seeped through my nostrils and gave me an even bigger rush. I was ready to kill. I was ready to make THEM bleed. I was ready to win. Suddenly, the ground beneath my feet started to rise and I was on my way up to the arena. It was pitch-black and I couldn’t see anything from inside my tube. It was cold, dark, and scary, and I loved it. Finally, I reached the surface. The sunlight hit me like a punch, and it took me awhile to readjust to the brightness. Soon, I was focused again and thirsty for some blood.

I glanced around at the other tributes. There were some who had a look of determination on their face as they prepared for the cannon to sound. It was so cute. They actually thought they had a chance of winning the Games. Most of the tributes were worried, however. They didn’t really show it, but I could sense their fear. I fed off of it; it made stronger. After scouting the competition, I gazed at the area surrounding us. There was a large body of crystal-clear water, tall and lengthy palm trees, but what interested me the most was a massive volcano. Red, hot lava oozed out the side and rolled slowly down to the ground. All I could think about was throwing one of these wimps in that giant volcano and watching them die a long and painful death.

Ten…

I had gotten so caught up about killing that I hadn’t even realized the Games were about to start.

Nine, Eight, Seven, Six, Five, Four, Three, Two…

Yes. This was it. This was the moment I had been waiting for.

One…

BANG!

It was the beginning of the Hunger Games, but it would soon be the end for those pathetic weaklings…