User blog comment:DezmondD02/The 30th Annual Hunger Games! *Special Twist*/@comment-6042880-20131213212027

Finale's training: I look around me to see the faces of my potential killers. Death, something I've heard enough aside from the Capitol's burning enthusiasm for the games. It is no coincidence, I'm dying anyways. 9 days.. 9 flipping days until I'm done for. I need to win before that, I need to come home and save the Spectri. I'm the last one, the very last Spectrus in this world that wants to kill me. But no.. I won't let this happen, even if a victor is good enough to kill me I can win.

I respond to my name with a jolt and I run in, tripping a bit. "Hello" I say. "Hello" says the gamemaker, eyeing me. "Well? Your talent, child?" he says. Oh, right. "Um.. I'll be using my family's daggers and crossbow, sir. You might remember my great, great grandfather Shade Spectrus?" I said. "Ah yes, the pathetic bloodbath child." he replied. The bastard.. he dares call a victor from home pathetic...

I don't waste time. I pick up a dagger and grasp it tightly when I decide to throw it into the stone/marble wall. The wall chips and the dagger is still in there, the cracks around it. I throw two more and then I grab my crossbow to shoot the knives which are headed to "ally dummies" and they fall down. "So you can protect allies for a change" said the gamemaker. I grit my teeth as I shoot the dummies which are circling me, and they all get hit in the chest, lung, head or heart as the descend. One arrow left. "AND you can take out a group. Much better than your.."

I turn around to see his face

"... Mediocre Ancestor".

I'm done, with him, with this. I shoot my last arrow at him and throw the crossbow at the wall in rage, yelling as I do. I pant heavily and like a monster I look at him from the corner of my eyes. Arms crossed, he wathes the arrow I shot. Lodged in the force field with cracks and shatters surrounding it like a ball was hit into a window. I bow, then storm off and out of the room. Nobody mocks a Spectri, and nobody shall mock the fallen. This is why I fight.