Well no one really knows how to get to the games, and then we need Zeke to play tato. . .I hope this doesn't die though. . . I'll cry!
"Why don't we let Peeta claim it, since he died today?"-Finnick (Catching Fire) "We may be friends and all, but if were being chased by crazy flesh eating zombies. I won't lie. . .I'll trip you."~ Me after watching the hills have eyes.
We were going to try and save Zeke. I wouldn't stop asking to save him, even if they say it's to risky. If they still would refuse to put their lives on the line, I would probably go by myself. But I knew that wouldn't happen, I could be close to Zeke, but still everyone cared about him.
In the morning, we figured out a plan.
To figure out which way we should walk, I created a strong breeze, and practically lift myself in thin air. I could some buildings, up north.
"North, it is" Lulu said.
With Kim and Jack we wold know if there was anything in the surroundings.
Piglet: How do you spell love? Pooh: You don't spell it. You feel it.
"North it is." I agreed. "But walking is too slow, so everyone who can't fly grab someone who can and lets get this show on the road!" I grabbed Aprils hand and rose quickly into the air.
"Time to save Z head." I smiled as i saw April look down and lurch slightly.
"What if he is dead?" She asked looking fearful.
"He is not dead. And if he is i'll have to bring him back so i can kill him myself."
"Not if i do first" laughed Cappy as she sped past.
As we flew i grabbed as much power as i could letting some of it flow into April. She may not like it but we need her ankle better ASAP. I couldn't wait to fight. I don't know why but i felt confident we could face anything. After all hadn't we been exiled for our ridiculous level of power? I already had a few things up my sleeve if we did fight and i was confident in my victory at least. Even if the worst came to the worst Jason would get the others away and BOOM! Game over, they lose, i die but to save April and the others the sacrifice would be worth while.
I have looked into the eye of the storm and stared it down. I am an adrenaline junky and i know no fear.
I clung to Mikael, wrapping my arms tightly around him. I was still afraid of heights but I felt safe with him. I knew we would save Zeke. We had to. I sighed. He had to be alright. I felt power pouring into me. I frowned.
"Save your energy, Mikey," I whispered. "You'll need it more than I." I smiled a little but he didn't stop. I laid my head lightly against him. He was always thinking of the others first. I wish I was that selfless. I knew I wasn't.
"What if they catch us?" I asked.
"Who?" Mikael questioned.
"The ones that caught Zeke," I said. Mikael's eyebrows knit together.
"They won't. Jason can trasport everyone out of there. Besides, it's not like we're helpless," Mikael laughed. I smiled back but I knew it didn't reach my eyes. I hoped the others would get out of there. Alive.
Hermione, shut your ungodly, lopsided mouth and quit interrupting! 20 points from Gryffindor. You know, for the brightest witch of your age you can sure be a dumba** sometimes. *smiles* 10 points to Dumbledore!
"Why did you save me?" Ray asked when we got back to our cell.
"Because I'm not an animal," I said flatly.
"So what? Now you just doomed yourself to die in the next match."
"I don't plan to. And I'm not killing you either."
"Well, I think we are thinking differently," Ray told me, and let the light die down.
"Better change you mind then," I told him, and crackled some lightning around my head.
"Why?"
"Because. If we don't stand together, we will just be keeping these going. Sure there is not a strong hope to end these games. But we can save ourselves. By killing me all you do is prolong the inevitable. Your just going to stay on the line of death, soon your luck will die, and you with it," I explained.
"Well unless you got a plan. That is the only thing we can do," Ray said.
"Luckily, I have a plan."
"What?"
"This," I said and told him my plan.
"Okay. I'll do it."
"Good," I said, right before the door opened, and we were dragged off.
The guards put us on a large octagon shaped area. The bottom felt like a wrestling mat, so I guessed it would be a game that needed grip. The black mat was also surrounded by small black domes; I wondered what was in them.
"So how do we play this?" I asked.
"Easy. All you have to do is knock your opponent off the mat with a weapon. Your start off with a club and each dome holds a new one," My guard said.
"Thanks," I replied.
"Don't. I just want to make sure this game latest more than five seconds."
Gulp. With his lat words, the guard, pushed me onto the mat, and I felt a lurch. Suddenly the platform rose into the air, and several black orbs appeared in the air around it. Cameras.
"Five...four....three...two...one...TATO!!!!!!" shouted a man from below, his voice carried so far.
A club shot up through the floor, and I grabbed it. Ray did the same. He winked, and I did the same. He charged, I charged. Our clubs hit, and we both were sent a step back. I went for a strike, Ray dodged, and countered. The club jabbed me in the stomach, and I fell on my back, winded. I caught my breath, got back up, and swept at Ray. The fire wielder went down this time, and I ran to a dome.
The black glass crumbled under the silver weapon, and in the dome I found a trident shaped dagger. The three tips looked animal, with a strange reptilian like hand. I picked it up, and got up, and almost fell straight off the octagon. For some reason the platform had become unstable. Ray looked at me, and mouthed, "Charge." The knife in my right hand, the club in my left, I charged.
"The domes make the platform unstable, when they break," Ray said once we were close enough.
"Got it," I replied, and he jabbed at me. "We can use that. Smash a dome, I'll do the same."
"Why?" Ray asked, as my dagger almost sliced off his ear.
"Just trust me," I told him, as his club grazed my arm.
"Okay."
He ducked as my club stabbed at him, and went to one side, I did the same.
Under my dome I found a staff, and Ray held a new whip. The platform lurched again. I chucked away my club, which hit a dome, and I shoved the knife into an opening on the staff. Again the platform lurched, me and Ray both jumped to the center, right before the platform almost tipped to one side. My knife dug into the mat, I dangled from it, while Ray had his whip tied around a handle in a dome, and he swayed at one end.
Another crack sounded, the platform tilted, now totally on its side. I looked down just in time o see my club falling, a boomerang like weapon with it.
"Time?" Ray asked.
"Yeah," I told him, grabbed the hilt of my knife, let the staff fall. With what I thought might be my final breathe, I tugged the knife from the mat, and Ray released his whip. Together we fell, plummeted actually.
"Hurry," Ray yelled.
My mind wasn’t there though; it was in the ground, willing the water to me.
"C'mon," Ray shouted, right before he was drenched. A geyser had come at him, and we were now going away from the platform, on the diagonal gusher.
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Please don't die. I'm not sure what's going on, I guess we need Bolt to post some more. (:
Hermione, shut your ungodly, lopsided mouth and quit interrupting! 20 points from Gryffindor. You know, for the brightest witch of your age you can sure be a dumba** sometimes. *smiles* 10 points to Dumbledore!
*I really don't know how Cappy could fly, but I guess she could be levitating a rock or something. . .I hoe this works for You Boltage*
Cappy~
This would almost be perfect. . .you know if it wasn't for the fact that Zeke was in some sort of fight for his life, and we were all trapped in some weird world.
We were getting closer and closer to the arena place when everything got really quite. Then the loud speakers boomed "Tie!" the crowd sounded like they were having fun. That's when one of those huge floating T.V.s flew in front of us showing Zeke and some buff dude falling towards the ground, and then nothing they just went blank. . .meaning. . .meaning he was dead. . .We all stood frozen as if it we still couldn't process the fact that Zeke was dead. . .
"Why don't we let Peeta claim it, since he died today?"-Finnick (Catching Fire) "We may be friends and all, but if were being chased by crazy flesh eating zombies. I won't lie. . .I'll trip you."~ Me after watching the hills have eyes.
Zeke...he was dead. No! No...it can't be! Not after everything. Not because of me! I tore away from everyone. Zeke would have never ran from us if I hadn't objected. I basically killed him. This was my fault. he was dead because of me. No. He couldn't be dead.
I looked over and saw Zane. She had turned from the others. I knew what she must be feeling. I knew she cared for Zeke. I mean really cared for him...even if she hid it from herself. I rushed over to her and grabbed her in a hug. She didnt respond. I didn't blame her. Zeke couldn't be dead. It just wasn't possible! Tears started to flow against my will and I finally felt the wave of grief. I had killed Zeke. I killed one of my freinds.
Hermione, shut your ungodly, lopsided mouth and quit interrupting! 20 points from Gryffindor. You know, for the brightest witch of your age you can sure be a dumba** sometimes. *smiles* 10 points to Dumbledore!
No! Zeke can't be dead. No civilisation is sick enough to kill a boy for entertainment surely.
A few moments later the truth sank in and greif was replaced with anger, so much anger i couldn't describe. I began blasting the screen. I knew it wouldn't bring him back but it felt good to destroy something, to take all my emotions and blast them into a million peices.
I cried and roared strange strangled guttoral noises of pain. Zeke was gone.
I have looked into the eye of the storm and stared it down. I am an adrenaline junky and i know no fear.
Everyone seemed to manage a predictable reaction to Zeke's death, and it was all compounded on to me in the most fierce wave of pain I'd ever felt. I let out a choked sob, tears dribbling down my cheeks as I tried to hold out against the sheer weight of negative emotions around me. The shock, anger, and sadness of everyone, myself included, at Zeke's death was overwhelming.
How could life be so unfair? One minute everyone was happy, starting to tell the truth about hidden feelings for each other. Everything was as perfect as it could have possibly been in this upside down parallel world.
And now, Zeke was dead. All our illusions had been shattered, and all there was left for anyone was hurt. Memories of Zeke
flashed by, always the ones where he was joking. So recently, forcing Jason to talk to a girl by sending him sprawling into her on a trail of ice. Using his powers to make a water war so much better.
I sank to my knees, not even able to scream at the injustice of it. Not even able to call for help as the darkness of everybody's pain simply swallowed me. Before I fainted though, I caught a brief glimpse of how bad things were for Zane. I could only thank God she was holding back on them, because what she was going through was so much more painful than what I was. I fell forward, one last thought in my mind, How is she still standing?
He had decided to live forever or die in the attempt. - Yossarian, Catch-22
Wide-eyed stupid.
If you're gonna rule the world, you've gotta get up early! - Joel S. Dickens
"I know a place. Before I was put in the game, I had a friend here. His name is Max. Lives near this city," Ray stated.
"Okay. Well I think I might be able to get us there faster," I said, and flicked my wrist, making a large piece of scrap metal, we had landed in a junk yard, come to me.
"How did you?" Ray asked.
"I got a good grasp on magnetism too. This can get us pretty far, but my powers are to drained to get us any where else."
Ray nodded, and hopped on the metal scrap. I summoned one more, most likely my last, geyser to shot us up. My magnet way, would have taken longer, and more energy. When the geyser stops, I almost fell over from exhaustion. I held strong though.
"Which way," I asked Ray.
"Over to the north west," he replied.
"Which way is that?"
"That way," he said, pointing back to the stadium.
"How do you know that?"
"This," Ray answered, holding out a compass.
"Okay." And we were off...and stopped a second later. At first I thought they were just big birds, but as I got closer, some figures begun to come in. Then I realized they were my friends!
"Guys!" I shouted, as my scrap shot us faster and faster forward. "Guys!"
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The tragic tale of losing all #Brand for nothing in return.
He died. Parted from this world. To somewhere unclear and far away. Beyond our reach.
April was hugging me, but I didn't knew what to do. Should I hug her back? My arms slowly reached up, and then it was when the tears came. Warm, and many.
April eventually let go, slowly, and Michael hugged her. I saw them all; grieving and trying to comfort each other. At these moments, it would probably be Zeke, since he was like my best friend, or so. But he was dead. His body would lay cold in an arena. A battle arena.
Jack fell to the ground, but I did not moved an inch. I believed I was glued to the floor. As if my feet were out of blood and hadn't any energy to move. Or will to move.
"Guys! Guys!" Someone was running towards us. I reluctantly turned around, afraid it was my mind playing tricks, since I could swear it was Zeke's voice.
And it was. He was there. Walking, running. Breathing; alive.
I fell to my knees, either by confusing or overwhelmed. Tears started running again but from relive I guess.
Piglet: How do you spell love? Pooh: You don't spell it. You feel it.
