User blog:Tiki tooki/The Nemesis Games

Welcome, one and all, to Tiki tooki's NEMESIS GAMES!!! These games will be unique from all others, and I'll be using an idea I've been dying to try out for ages! I will explain the rules and such in a while!

(I will be disabling commenting until I have everything set up, I don't want an overload of comments).

Rules For Entering
In these games, you will enter homemade tributes, not characters from the actual series. District's 13, and the Capitol are also in this game, so there will be 28 tributes total. You are allowed, and recomended, to enter tributes from more than one District, but there is a limt of two tributes per User.

Reservations last 24 - 48 hours each.

Twist
For these Games, the Tributes will undergo training as usual, and then, based on their scores, they will be paired up with another tribute. The highest score with the lowest, secong highest with secong lowest, etc. They will battle eachother in a on one battle to the death in a small 20x20 room, with varying settings and weapons. The 14 winners will advance to the Arena, and the looser, well, dies. When two or more Tributes are tied, the younger Tribute gets the higher seed.

Tribute Chart
" Tribute died in 1 on 1 round.

^ Tribute was killed by Gamemakers, traps/mutts in arena, etc.

+ Tribute recieved sponsor money from challenges (One per $5).

= Tribute received sponsor money from sponsors (One per $5).

Sponsoring
Sponsoring will begin after the 1-1 tournament. Each of the 14 remaning Tributes will get $100 to spend on items at the User's request. From time to time I will do challenges on the commenting section to earn your Tribute(s) extra Sponsor money. (Users can not win twice in a row).

Sponsor Gifts:

Weapons
Sword- 35

Spear- 32

Extra Spearhead- 5 each

Single-Bladed Axe- 22

Double-Bladed Axe- 26

Bow & 12 Arrows- 30

Extra Arrows- 8 a dozen

Lance- 20

Knife- 12

Throwing Knife- 10

Machette- 15

Scythe- 25

Sickle- 28

Shield- 25

Armour- 40

Helmet- 12

Net- 12

Staff- 14

Shot Put Ball- 5

Heavy Weights- 8

Food
Fresh fruit- 10

Dried Fruit Pack- 6

Dried Beef- 10

Other Meats of your choice- 20

Bread- 15

Soup- 12

Water- 18

Cheese- 10

Milk- 15

Nutrition Bar- 25

Powdered Nuts- 8

Medical, Sheleter, & Clothing
Bandages- 15

Basic First Aid Kit- 15

Advanced First Aid Kit- 35

Iodine- 22

Antidote of your choice- 30

Syringe w. Poison- 26

Small Tent- 30

Large Tent- 45

Thin blanket- 10

Wool Blanket/Sleeping Bag- 20

Pillow- 10

Raincoat/Windbreaker- 15

Sweater- 15

Extra Socks- 5

Sweat Pants- 12

Gloves- 8

Boots- 18

Day 1
Elder Thorne

"Hurry UP Eli"!

Elder. Eli. Big E. WHY did my parents give me such a ridiculous name? I had countless nicknames too, and Eli was the latest, devised by my dear District partner, Azalea.

"I'm coming! Sheesh, why are you in such a hurry?" I asked, rather annoyed.

"We're late for training!" she retorted.

"That's not my fault!"

Then who's is it? You were the one that switched Jardin's whipped cream with sour cream this morning! And you know he's allergic!"

I smirked as I remember that little prank. The look on our mentor's face was priceless, even if he did get a little puffy from it. But seriously, who's allergic to sour cream?

Typical Azalea, worrying about such little things. You could have killed him! ''He's our mentor! You're so immature''! Blah blah blah. I was hoping at the very least to get a district partner with some sort of sense of humor.

Anyway, we rushed through the Training Center doors, where the other twenty-six tributes were gathered in a circle on the wrestling mats.

"You're late," said a cool, female voice.

"Sorry! It was Elder, he-"

"Doesn't matter, just come here. Now, as I was saying, you will have six madatory..."

I tuned out the trainer's voice. Atala, I think, and surveyed the copetition. The reruns of Tuesday's Reapings were a blurr to me. I couldn't remember a single one, so I wanted to concentrate on studying them now.

The Careers all stood together, as usual. There were four eighteen year olds and a seventeen year old. That's wasn't good news for the rest of us. Only one Career District tribute wasn't standing with them. I could tell from his cheesy ''Hello! My Name Is ''nametag that him and everyone else was wearing that his name was Scorpius, from District 4. He was yonger than the rest, only fourteen or so. He had a determined look on his face, and was soaking in every word that came out of Atala's mouth.

I turned my gaze to the other tributes. The tributes from 13 had the apperance of military brats, with their short cut hair and straight posture. The Capitol tributes looked barely human, with their unnatural cosmetics and stuff. They were clutching eachother, looking terrified at the prospect of being in the Games.

The tributes from 6 and the male from 8 also looked very strong, they could be a threat. The tributes from 3 looked stronger than the usual pair from that district, but not any less intimidated by the older career crowd. Other than that, not many tributes registered with me as anything out of the ordinary.

"...at which time you will head back to your district's floor. Go!"

Atala's voice rang out, and all the tributes headed towards the many stations. I ran up to Azalea.

"So, which station do you want to start at?" I ask her, trying to sound friendly.

She completely ignored me, and met up with the tributes from 11, a friendly looking pair. They headed over to axe throwing, without a second glance towards me.

Jenni Frost

I headed over to the obstacle course, with the tributes from 12 and 7. I was hoping Jake wouldn't follow us, but no such luck.

He thought he was a tragic little hero, with him running away from 4. He got all the publicity, and then started thinking he was superior to me. He might have been two years older than me, but I could take him down in a heartbeat if I wanted to.

"Come on darling, I'll show you how it's done!"

Did I forget to mention he has a crush on me, atop of all that? He calls me "Darling", and it makes me want to puke.

He skipped to the front of the line, and started by falling ten feet from the monkey bars when he lost hold of the rungs. He fell into the mud pit bellow, and beamed like it was all a big joke. I repressed a smirk, and took my turn on the bars. The rest of us made it through with ease.

"That oughta wipe the smile off his face," I said to myself.

"Gonna go help your boyfriend?" A voice said from behind me.

I wheeled around to face the guy from 7. "He is not my boyfriend!" I argued, but I could feel my face growing red.

He smirked. "Whatever you say".

Matt Coupe

Me and Zara headed over to sword fighting with the careers, even though we were't planning on aligning with them. It was actually kind of amusing, how they thought they had these Games in the bag, and how they assumed weapons alone would win it all. Jade, the girl from 1, seemed the most lethal of the group.

Eventually that inside joke between me and Zara kind of lost it's novelty, and we decided to move on. We saw the girl and boy from 3 at knife throwing, and we decided to go have a look. "Hey! Hows it going with you guys?"

Mica turned and gave us a suspicious look, like he wasn't sure if we were teasing or not. It's the girl, Kalita, who answers cautiously, "Okay. How about you guys?'

We tell them about the careers, and while we find it slightly amusing, they seem to be terrified. We join them at archery, and it's quickly evident that Kalitha is a master at knives, while Mica seems to be eager to move on.

"Hey, you guys want to try out knot-tying?" he asked.

"I think we'll stay h- "

"Yes, actually," I interupt. Zara gave me a look of protest, and it was obvious she wanted to team up with older tributes, but these two have their strengths, and could be valuable assets in the arena, if any of us make it past the One-on-one competition.

Luna

The second Atala stopped talking, Jonothan left me in the dust.

Typical. He always judeges me because of my age. Okay, mabye I'm not the strongest or the fastest or the best fed tribute, but I can think. I can survive.

He rushed over to the careers srwod, where they welcomed him with open arms.

I cursed under my breath, and headed to the Hunting & Tracking station, wher the tributes from 10, and Scorpius were there, practising snares.

You guys mind if I join you?" I asked.

The tall blonde from District 10 steps forward. "Not at all. I'm Tristan James, and this is my district partner, Rose Jones, and Scorpius from Four"

"Luna Snare," I reply. He gave my hand a firm shake.

"So where's your District partner?" asked Rose, now coming to join us.

I scowled. "He's teaming up with the careers, he said they needed someone else beacause one of them quit-"

I stopped short as I realise Scorpius was the one who backed out of the careers gang.

"So why did you quit?" I asked him. "You too young or something, did they throw you out?"

"I chose to," he replied. And with that he turned back to his half-finished snare.

My head spun. Why would he back out of the careers? You don't do that. If the careers invite you into their group, you either accept or they gun for you in the arena. And if there's one thing you don't want, it's the careers trying to do you in.

All of a sudden I heard a snap, and a scream coming from behind me. I whipped around to see Rose dangling by her foot from the snare which was connected to the metal beams on the ceiling. Scorpius is starring at her, horrorstruck.

"Sorry!" he yelled, trying to bring her down. "I forgot I'd already primed it!"

But at that moment, the rope snapped, sending Rose plummeting ten feet down, head first, onto a metal table. She hit the surface with a thud, and collapsed onto the tiled floor bellow, unconcious. Not only that, but a gash had opened up on the back of her head, and blood was pouring out of it.

Lots of it.

Derek

Me and Ebony ahd been throwing axes for a while when we heard a scream from another tribute. What happened? Was someone hurt? I flinched at the thought of wounds.

"Man up," I told myself. "If you can't even think of blood without passing out, how're you going to survive the arena?"

Atala rushed over to the hunting station, and medics were lifting a girl onto a stretcher. Sure enough, she was bleeding.

"Alright everyone, back to your rooms!" she yelled at us. "This all we're going to do today!" I was confused. Why was she cancelling the rest of training? We still had two or so hours left. I had heard that head injuries usually look way worse than they actually are, but was this different? Was there a posibilty of serious injury or wrose, and that's why Atala was freaking out?

End of Day 1 of training.

Day 2
Ryak

I woke up early the next morning, I wanted to make up for the time I had lost yesterday with training being cancelled.

The rest of the tributes seemed to have the same idea as me, and were eating an early breakfast. I swept my eyes around the room, looking for Rose, the girl they carried away on a stretcher. She was nowhere to be seen.

I gupled down some cereal, even though there was a vast display of delacasies available, from omlettes and eggs benedicte, to steaming hot chocolate, creme brulee, and pancakes with about 40 different toppings. My stomach rumbled, eager for more, but training was more important than gorging myself on rich food.

I joined up with Detora and Azalea, but for some reason her district partner was absent from our group again.

"Hey Azalea, why is Elder always by himself? Shouldn't you two be working together?" I asked her as we made our way to the sword fighting station.

"Oh, he likes training by himself," she answered dismisively.

"Well, why don't you see if he wants to join us?" I asked.

"I told you, he doesn't want to train with me," she replied. It was clear she wasn't telling us everything, but I decided not to pressure.

Jason

Me and the rest of the careers started with spear throwing. Atala kept on telling us not to ignore the survival stations, but I really wasn't that worried. There'll only be sixteen tributes in the arena, it'll be over way quicker than usuall. I probably won't even have to worry all that much about food.

Secretly, I was hoping most of my fellow careers wouldn't even make it past the 1-on-1 Round. It's be nice to go solo in the arena, or with one reliable partner, like Jade or Halo. I wanted to win differently from the rest of the careers victors in the past. Tributes that win solo are usually received better by the audience. Makes a good impression, shows you can survive by your own wits.

Eucy

We had a big group yesterday, with tribtues from Five and Seven joining us, and today it was even bigger. The tributes from Six also joined us, a pair of well-built tributes named Max and Zola. We did a range of survival stations. like edible plants, knot tying, and terrain. We got along fairly well, but there seemed to be a bit of a rivaly between the tributes from Seven and Five. They always try to best eachother in every station they can get their hands on, and it reached it's climax when Travis started whacking Jeni over the head with a fake sword, telling her where to go and how to get there. Me and Kole, looked at eachother, sceptical.

"Time to go", I read in his eyes.

"Can you believe them!" I said to Kole once we were out of earshot.

"I know. So much for an alliance," he replied, equally annoyed at our ex-group's behaviour.

Elder

Rose finally returned near the end of the day, with a large bandage on the back of her head. She had a dazed look in her eyes, and I couldn't shrug off the suspision that she had a concusion.

The people she was with before had all gone off by themsleves, and she was alone, wandering around the training center. Go figure, I went and joined her.

"Oh well," I though to myself as I was striding towatds her. "If I'm going to have an ally, it might as well be someone I can pick off at any time if I need to."

"Hi, I'm Elder," I said to her, putting on a smile.

"Rose. So... do you think mabye- "

"-we could have an alliance?" I finished for her.

She seemed taken aback by my eagerness. "Are you- are you sure?" she asked.

"Positive." I replied. "Anyone who can get their head cracked open and train again the next day is fine by me."

She winced and reflexively pulled her hand up to the back of her head. I realized I had said the wrong thing.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have-"

"No, it's fine," she said unconvincingly casually. "It doesn't even hurt that much any more."

I noded uneasily, still wondering exactly how badly she was injured, and how she'll make out in the Games.

Courtney

I'm probably the worst Career tribute ever.

Okay, mabye not the worst. Scorpius completely ditched us, but atleast he can hold a spear the right way up.

It all started when Jade, that monster from One (no fashion sense at all) started screaming at me for almost hitting her with a knife, and ever since then, I've been a total wreck. I'm not even that bad with weapons, but ever since I screwed up with the knives, my confidence went down the drain.

"Hey, Courtney, who d'you you'll be up against in the one-on-one Round? That guy from Ten looks like he could do you in," said Halo from 4, referring to the youngeest tribute this year.

"Atleast my opponent won't umm... die the minute they sees my hair!"

I realised what a pathetic insult that was, and I started to blush, while the rest of them howled in laughter.

"How much you want to bet she'll faint in front of the Gamemakers?"

"She couldn't win the Games if all the other tributes were blind!"

They continued to jeer at me until Atala told us to head back to our rooms, with me feeling absolutely miserable. My partner, Brass, was no exception. He teased right up until we reached the door.

"That was hilarious courtney! The way you almost shish-kabobed yourself with your own spear, you-"

I slammed the door in his face, strode into my room, and covered myself in the warm, fuzzy blankets, and began to cry.

End of Day 2 of Training

Day 3/Training Scores & Placement
Scorpius

I sat down on the plush couch, as they were getting prepared to show the training scores, and ultimately, the pairing for the 1-on-1 Round. I was mildly pleased with my performance. I basically ensnared and decapitated robotic, moving dummies with my net and trident until I was told to leave. The Gamemakers looked somewhat impressed, so I'm hoping for a decent score.

Halo, on the other hand, was a different story. She came back from her session grumbling about who knows what, her hair soaked. Don't ask me how she got wet, she refused to speak to anyone about what happened. She spent the next day snapping at anyone who came across her, so I tried to stay out of her way as much as possible. It was unavoidable for watching the training scores, but thankfully she had stopped being rude for the moment, and was finally, grudgingly begining to tell us what happened in her session when Caeser came on the screen.

"Shut up guys, it's starting!" said our mentor, Berezay, an energetic young woman who won the Games three years ago. She hopped onto the couch, and Caeser began.

DUH DUH DUH! (I'll wait a while to post the scores, as to build suspense!)

Pairings:
Top 4

Zara Lancaster

Jade Seeku

Zola Karris

Elder Thorne

1-on-1 Round Matchups

Maxwell Liang vs. Rose Jones

Matt Coupe vs. Ebony Ivory

Jonothan Burrows vs. Jake Odair

Halo Zee vs. Calina Rosette

Jason Noels vs. Derek Trike

Tristan James vs. Courtney Thorna

Scorpius Flame vs. Kole Roch

Jeni Frost vs. Ryak Torg

Eucy Collier vs. Micelangelo DeSantillo

Azalea Firethorn vs. Travis Oak

Brass Sater vs. Detora Brandy

Luna Snare vs. Kalita Jerona

Bold=Winner

The Arena
TBA!

1-On-1 Round
Rose

We sat there, the cold, hard benches beneath us, waiting in silence for our names to be called.

All twenty-four tributes were there, alert and ready, for in a few minutes, we would have to fight to the death with one of our fellow tributes. Only the top four had been told their scores, so we did not know who our opponents wouold be. At the last moment before Caeser announced the scores, the peacekeepers had ordered us both out of the room, away from the TV, so we couldn't see the scores. Everyone else knew of course. Our stylists, mentors, eveyone. The Capitol seemed to think it would add to the effect if it were a surprise.

But it doesn't matter. I know I got the worst score, I must have. My concussion kicked in when I had my session, I spent the whole time wobbling around like a drunk!

My suspicions were confirmed when they called my name, and Max's, from 6. He defenitely didn't get last place, so it must have been me...

I was even more confused when they called Matt and Ebony as well, but before anyone could ask, they led us away

There were two corridors leading away from the benches, the guards lead me and Ebony down one and Maxwell and Matt down the other, until I arrived at a doorway labled 1/24. Ebony continued down the corridor. The guards led me through the door into an antechamber, and then through another door into the room where we would fight to the death.

On the floor was sand and two swords laying on the fround in the middle, nothing else. Just the brown powder and the two weapons in the twenty-by-twenty room, other than that, completely empty. I looked to my right, and instead of the solid cement walls on the other three sides, there was a mesh barrier, and on the other side of that was Ebony and Matt, in the exact same type of place as us. I shouted for her, but evidently she could not hear me. Several seconds later she spotted the mesh wall as well, and opened her mouth, but no words came out.

"It must be sound proof!" I thought to myself. Only in the Capitol would they have sound proof string. How they made it, I have no idea.

But just that moment, Maxwell entered the room through a door opposite of me. We were momentarily frozen, and then a gong went off. The signal to start.

I raced forward and reached the swords before Max, but he hit me in the mouth before I could grab them. I kicked sand in his face, and wrenched a sword from his hands. I swung, but he deflected with the flat of his weapon. I stumbled back, and the world began to spin i my eyes. It was that stupid concussion!

"''Not now!" ''I thought desperately. "Why now?!"

Seeing my weakness, Maxwell struck. I dodged wearily, but took off a good chunk of skin from my arm. He knocked my sword away, and I stood before him, defensless.

He stabbed at my chest and I dodged, but too late I realised what he had done. That stab was just a ploy, a trick into me being cornered. I had nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. He raised his sword, and swung at my head. I raised my arms, expectng it to end, but all of a sudden I heard a clank, and Max gasping in surprise. I looked up to see Max gapping at me. Then I see my steel bracelt, my token, dented, and I realize what happened. By some infinitely small chance, he had hit my steel bracelet, but he didn't seem to realize that.

"How- how..." he said, still gaping, utterly perplexed.

I jumped on this oppurtunity, grabbed the sword from his hand, and stabbed him in the gut.

I stood there dazed, when I heard a buzzer. A ladder had dropped from the cement ceiling above, and I wlaked towards it. Then I remembered the mesh wall, and the other battle behind it, and I whipped around. My heart skipped a beat. There was Matt, standing there with a grim look on his face, sword in hand, looking down at the decapited body of the Capiyol's own Ebony Ivory.

Halo Zee

"Halo Zee, Jonothan Burrows, Jake Odair, Calina Rosette!"

I got up quickly when my name was called. Just like the four tributes before us we were split up and led down two corridors, me and Jonothan down one, and Calina and Jake down another.

"So who d'you think you'll get," I asked Jonothan, as we didn't yet know which of the other two was our partner.

"I don't know... if I had to bet, I'd say Calina."

The guards stopped him at one door, and stopped me at a door about twenty feet further. ZI stepped into the antechamber, and waited for the door to the room to open, and the fight to begin.

Well, Jonothan owes me some money.

It was Calina that was my partner, not Jonothan's. He got Jake, and i have to say, I'm a bit jealous. It'll be a much tougher job to kill Calina than Jake, even if she is younger. She's a fighter, that one.

They froze us in some sort of beam of light, and I waited for it to start. The other two started before us, to my right in the room enclosed by that mesh.

Both rooms were made entirely out of rock. The ground, the ceiling, everything. Stalacites hunge from teh ceiling, and stalagmites rose from the ground. The ground was jagged and uneven, it slopped down towards the middle, and up again back towards Calina. There were also loose rocks on the ground, from pebbles to boulders, and some of the larger ones were blocking my view of everything but Calina, and the other fight across the mesh.

On the ground before Jonothan and Jake were a knife and shield. In front of us, there was a spear and a net. The two of them picked up their weapons, and rushed towards eachother. Jonothan, instead of attacking with his knife, grasped the shield with both hands, and hit an unnexpecting Jake on the head, knocking him to the ground. Stunned, Jake dropped his weapons, and Jonothan jumped on him, and started stabbing him in the arm.

That was when our buzzer sounded. I was so preoccupied with the other fight that the buzzer's sound only registered with me right before Calina came at me with the spear. I dodged, picked up my net and spear, and dove behind a large boulder. Calina's spear came flying at me from the side, but I hit it in midair with my own. Unfortunately, I sent it flying back to her, where it landed safely at her feet.

Then she threw her net at me, and I was so surprised at this, I didn't even have time to dodge. She threw her spear at the ceiling, at the razor-sharp stalacites. They fell, and missed me, but pinned my net to the ground, trapping me. My heart raced.

"She's not going to kill me, she can't. She wouldn't kill another human being, looking her in the eye, she wouldn't... In no apparent hurry, she advanced towards me spear in hand. Her face was void of any emotion as she turned towards the other fight.

Jonothan and Jake were both battered and bloody. Jake had somehow gotten up after his first blunder, but was bleeding everywhere. He sunk to his knees, at Jonothan's mercy.

Like me.

The knife hit Jake right as Calina raised her spear. I looked her in the eye, desperate.

"Calina... please..." The words barely came out of my mouth.

Her eyes started to tear up, and she said in a ghostly whisper, "I am so sorry."

I close my eyes for the last time, and she swung the spear at my throat.

Derek

I entered the door labled 5/23, sure I was going to die.

Jason Noels was my opponent, and he's scary. Roughly the size of a small killer whale, all muscle, and from the look in his eyes when we were announced, merciless.

The tributes in the previous fights had not come back, so I had no idea what had happened to Ebony. Had she survived? Was she sitting in our room right now, cheering me on? Or was she dead, cold and white, no longer in this world...

When I entered the room/death chamber, I was momentarily confused. Why had my vision gone green? When my eyes focused again, I realized I was in a jungle, or something like it. Everywhere there were vines, and even in this small, twenty-foot room, I couldn't see Jason on the other side. What I could see though, stunned me.

Directly across from me was a mesh wall, nad on the other side of it was that careers, Courtney Thorna. She saw me, and her eyes widened, she screemed something, but the wall must have been soundproof. Then she unfroze, and bent down to pick up something. It was a weapon with a machete blade on one side and an axe blade ont the other. I realized there was one by me, too. Then the gong sounded, and we were off as well.

I grabbed the weapon and waited. I figured Jason would come barreling through the vines straight at me. He was a career, and they were generally known to be impuslive and irrational. I held the weapon akwardly. You never really used any type of weapon in the Capitol, not even simple things like a pick or a throwing knife.

Finally I accepted that he was waiting for me to do the same thing, so I thought I might as well make the first move. I advanced slowly, and caught Courtney's eye (who was doing more than less the same as me) once more before entering the thick.

I slashed though the entanglement, hoping to see Jason. Then I froze. Was that brown? I saw it, a tuft of brown hair amongst all the green, and I stopped, still as a mouse, waiting. I threw my weapon, but somehow it caught in the vines. As Jason wheeled around and saw me, I realized; the axe hadn't caught the vines, the vines had caught ''it. ''The spiky green tendrils wrapped around it tightly, and cracked the wooden shaft in half. Jason must have seen the same thing, because he did not attack, but stared at the vines.

All of a sudden I felt a searing pain in my wrists and ankles. I heard Jason screem, and I realized that the vines had somehow grabbed us and picked us up! They shot me forward through the thicket concealing Jason, and all of a sudden i was facing him, both of us flailing around, struggling to get free.

Before either one of us could speak, the vines thrust us forward to the mesh wall, giving us a front row seat to the other battle.

The first thing I noticed was that they were not being strangled by bloodthirsty plants. On the contrary, the vines were quite silent, not even moving. Both of them had weapons, and were exchanging blows. As Tristan ducked Courtney's swing, they both caught sight of us. It must have looked funny, because an almost comical look came onto their faces. Then simuntaneously, they remembered this wasn't the circus, and they went back to attempting to slaughter one another.

Courtney landed the first hit, a light stab in Tristan's gut. It was not deep, mabye half an inch, but Tristan stumbled back, and barely managed to pary Courney's swing at his legs. He retalated and gave her a cut on the arm, much deeper. That's when _ made their mistake.

Courtney swung the axe-side at Tristan, and let go of her weapon, obviously overconfident and taking unnecesary risks now that she had managed a hit. He saw their chance, and with one slash at the ribs, finished off Courtney.

We turned back to one another, and eyed eachother. Our weapons were thrusted back into our hands by the moving vines. I lunged and thrashed, but I was too far away. We waited for the vines to carry us closer, but they did not. The pressure grew on my wrists, and I knew they must be trying to cut off our circulation, because I was starting to loose grip on my weapon...

Then I knew what they wanted us to do. Jason realised it at the same time as me, and we both threw our wepons, not able to move to dodge. Jason's wepon sank into my stomach, and mine hit his as well. The pain was indescribable. The vines released us, and we both sank into the fetal position. I yanked out the weapon, and my whole world was pain, blood, and more pain. We were both gave blood-curdlong screams, trying to stay consious, trying to outlast the pain.

I saw Jason closing his eyes, falling unconcious, and I could tell I was too. My last thought was, "which of us will die first..."