The Hunger Games Fan Fic Chapter Fifteen

    Will Nerver
     My face lid up with the widest grin I ever had since I stepped into the arena. An ocean! I took a few cautious steps towards the dark sand. When I made sure it was safe, I took off my shoes and began to walk calmly. The sand was so soft. And the ocean was so clean. So pure. I don't think there were any fish. It was empty. Completely empty. I felt lonely for a while. But then I saw something interesting. There was a long line – a path -  that wasn't as deep. I could see something like an island connected to the path. I wondered what was on it. I couldn't see anything particular since there was a huge cloud around the island. But my curiosity kicked in and I felt the urge to go and see what was going on. I walked to the path, leading to the mysterious island. The sand wasn't as soft as the one before, but the water made it better. It wasn't deep at all. Almost to my ankles. But I could see the water beneath that little path. It was so deep, but clean at the same time. I couldn't see the bottom. And I felt so scared for a moment. My father told me that still waters are the most dangerous of all. And these waters were as still as glass. I could see my reflection though. I looked so tired. I had bags under my eyes, that seemed fairly swollen. My hair looked like a birds nest. I can't believe the person I was looking at in the water right now was the same boy a week ago with all of the fancy suits, soft hair and pineapple sent. I had changed. I think we all had changed through the games. But I felt like I had changed the most. Before I came here, I had spirit. I felt alive, I had something to come back home to. But now, when I watched her die, I felt like all of that was taken away from me. With her eyes closing, I became numb. And all of the best, I guess. So I wouldn't have to kill her in the end. And now I was ready to kill anyone. I wasn't afraid as before. I had nothing to be afraid of. My life didn't matter now. I just wanted revenge. I wanted to kill. What kind of monster had I turned into…
  
I turned my gaze away from the water and began to walk down the watery path with a hard step. My knives were on my belt, the bow around my shoulder and my sword in my hand. I didn't really need the bow, but I felt like I would be wasting such a fine weapon if I didn't take it. I might learn to shoot white I'm here. I won't have time to learn, my instincts will kick in while in battle, but still.
  
The fog was becoming ticker and ticker until I couldn't see anything two steps away from me. I didn't even see when the water ended and I stepped on sand again. Was I going in circles? Was this the same shore from where I came from? I tried to look around, but the fog was too tick for me to see anything. That's when I saw a light. Fire? Who would light up a fire around here? At first it seemed ridiculous, but I realized I didn't see the fire. Not from the shore, not from the path. So it's  hidden by the fog. Very smart. I wonder who had thought of that when I saw the tributes sitting around the fire. Another alliance, my, my. Isn't anyone around here alone? Both tributes from District 3 – wow, I wonder how they survived this long in the games? -  the girl from Eight and the girl from Five. Both the tributes from Three had jet-black hair, but I couldn't see their eyes. The girl from Eight was with fair hair, leading all the way down to her waist and the girl from Five was with hair like chocolate. I thought District 8 had a twelve year old? Was it the little boy? I remembered that he was dead. He was with the other careers earlier. I killed him and Soroya killed Ethan. I can't believe I killed a little boy… But I didn't want to think about that right now and I shouldn't. I had nowhere to hide! I was just ten feet away from them, but I don't think they could see me. They were all sitting around the fire, close to the sea. Why so close to the sea? So many questions. I don't think I want to ask them. Should I kill them all or just approach them and ask if they want to be allies? I don't want them as allies, but that will let me kill them while they sleep. Easier. But not as fun as having a good fight. Besides, it's been kind of calm around here, the audience must be getting bored. How about I give them something they might enjoy?
   
I smiled as I began to walk around their little camp. They were talking quietly, eating some fruit or something. I don't think they have any weapons. Just a bunch of wooden sticks they sharpened the endings of. A pathetic weapon, but could still poke me a bit. Oh well. Time to give the viewers a good show.
   
I was beginning to walk towards their campfire when I stop, feeling the ground shake beneath me. An earthquake?  No, it doesn't seem like that… I see that they panic as well, confused from what's going on. That's when the boy from Three noticed me, his round glasses slipping down his nose.
   
"Who is that?!" The girl from Eight yells. I can barely hear her. My ears are ringing, hearing everything around me sound like it's… breaking. I can hear trees fall down in the distance, the water boiling. What kind of earthquake is this?! I loose my balance and fall on my behind, two girl doing the same. We had to get out of here, but I didn't know where to run to! I couldn't even stand on my feet! The shaking became so strong, my teeth were clicking along with it. I tried to crawl back, but when you can't see where you're going and with every step you fall on your face, what are you supposed to do?! That's when I felt something beneath me move. It was only for a second, but I can swear on my life that something beneath my hand, beneath the sand where I was standing, there was something! I really have to get out of here.
   
"Alice!" One of the girls yelled and my attention turned to them. The girl from Five, called Alice, was now sinking in the sand. She kept struggling, yelling and trying to grab onto something, but she was down to her waist in the quicksand, where is she going to go? How can it be quicksand when she was sitting there a minute ago and she looked fine? My question got an answer, when all of a sudden something pulled her down, not even her fingertips showing anymore. Time froze and it seemed like we were all waiting for what needed to be heard. A second later we heard a muted, agonizing scream from beneath us and the canons fired. We have to get out of here.
  
"Get out!" I yelled. They all turned their heads towards me with the two girls on their feet already.
   
"I said get out! Run, you idiots! Run!" They seemed puzzled for a second, when something stronger shook beneath them, the girl from Three letting out a girly scream and falling on her knees. They didn't need a second to think my words over. It was hard for them to run from all of the shaking, but they followed my example, trying their best to crawl away from there. I was still away from my goal – to get back to the watery path, as I call it – but they were further. So what's left? The ocean left of me. I got up on my feet with a lot of effort, running as quickly as possible. I was used to running on sand, living in District Four all these years, but the others weren't so quick on their feet, always tripping on their own legs or the sand. I knew I didn't have much time, but I didn't know until what. That's when the giant body jumped up from the sand in front of me and spit in my face. At first I didn't know what was going on, my vision blurred from when it spit in it! But when I heard the others scream, I could kind of tell it was something you have nightmares about. After a second or two, and a few confused steps back, I really saw what wanted us dead. And what killed Alice. It looked like a worm. But it's body was dark, like the sea behind it. No eyes, just a giant mouth that had a lot of teeth in it. It just stared at me, I think, both of us staying completely still, until the others panicked and began running away. The worms scream was as awful as its breath, making me want to vomit and stuff my ears with cotton at the same time. But it didn't want me. It wanted them. It jumped back in the sand and I felt it move beneath me once again, leaving a curly trail of sand underneath my feet. I was too afraid to move when I heard another scream behind me. It caught the girl from Three, once again beginning to pull her down. The others tried to pull her back, but when something caught the boy, the other tribute just froze in one place. I guess she might have figured it out – if you move, you die.