Shark (lastyearsboy) wrote in colosseum, @ 2013-11-25 11:44:00 |
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Most people didn't realize how much energy it took to stab a person twenty-six times. He couldn't use his dominant arm at all, so it was hard, killing that last Tribute, that guy from 11. He'd been using a fillet knife - it was small, a tool more than a weapon, but he knew where to aim. Between the ribs, in the soft meat of the stomach, in the neck. Schuyler couldn't catch his breath at first. He was worried that his heart was going to explode from the effort and the sheer exhaustion that he felt after he fell to the side into the sand. He needed water. It was so hard to breathe, Schuyler knew that there'd be two cannons and he'd be forever the Tribute that killed himself trying to win the Hunger Games in his underwear. He felt grains sticking the blood that coated his hands and his chest. And he was covered in blood. It was hot and sticky, and the smell of it was stuck in his nose. He could taste it in his mouth but all he could do was gasp for air, letting more of that coppery taste in. It didn't hit him until they picked him up and plucked him out of the ring in a hovercraft, that he'd just won the Hunger Games. That hadn't been a possibility for 3 days now. He'd been clinging at the minute chance of survival ever since that boy from 8 nearly ripped his arm off. If they hadn't been knee-deep in water already, Schuyler would have died. He'd been hoping that his guess about the arena was true - that the water didn't go on long enough for any kind of dangerous rip current. It didn't feel like an ocean. He knew what those felt like. His dad was a fisherman, and between helping with that and training, he was in the water half the day. He was good on land, but in the water he was even better. They wanted to wash him off. Of course they did. They fixed his shoulder first, easily reconnecting everything and easing the pain. He was fine until they washed him off afterward. Schuyler screamed when the water hit him for the first time after he got out of the arena. The stylists mistook it for pain and held him more firmly to hose him off. It was fear that made him cry out. But at least he was clean. |