The story quite violent sorry: The boot smashed Tristans ribs, he fell sideways off of me and Sky passed me three two inch blade knifes. Tristan was clutching his ribs in pain but i didnt care. I pulled one of his arms away and stabbed my first knife through his palm pinning his hand to the ground, he yelled and now Brie was outside tending to Tanner who had started to stir.
I did the same to Tristans other palm, straitening his arm and plunging the knife into his hand. Skyler was pinning Tristans legs to the ground and i looked back at him, he nodded gravely and i turned back to the boy beneath me. He was whimpering ‘p-p-please. D-Dekka. No.’ I showed no mercy, ‘sorry Tristan i warned you i wasn’t going to die and who am i kidding only one comes out.’ then a parachute with a capsule attached to it floats down, i grab it and open it. A single piece of paper falls out, it simply read ‘Fischer, stay alive. The girl wont last long. - T’ i read it aloud. The last letter was for Talon, our mentor, i raised a middle finger to the sky. The boy under me, the eighteen year old boy, was quivering. Terrified. I looked him in the eye my face solemn and pushed my last knife into his neck up to the hilt of the blade and pulled it out. A minuet passed, and then the boom of a cannon. Sky put his hand on may shoulder ‘its over’ he said ‘its over’ i repeated. Before standing up i retrieved my blades from the boy i so mercilessly killed then got up and walked over to Brie and Tanner. She gasped ‘oh my-! Dekka! What happened to your face!?’ Tanner looked up at me and shock crossed his face. Glitter put a hand to her mouth and her eyes widened. Skyler jogged over, i was touching the points where Fischer had cut me. Blood was now dripping on to my jacket. ‘Dekka?’ Sky said worriedly. I turned around, a tear slid down my face, now i was scared. Without warning, Skyler Hall, once my enemy now my friend, put both arms around me, kissed my forehead and pressed me to him. I wrapped my arms around his waste and sobbed into his shoulder. A parachute wafted down Skyler picked it up and opened it, i slid to the ground and Brie showed the first signs of kindness towards me by putting her hand on mine and squeezing it. Skyler passed me a mirror, a small circular tub and a slip of paper. “Now its your turn. - T” it was from Talon but i didnt care.
I dropped the paper and dreaded what i would see as i raised the mirror. I gasped, that boy who no longer than 20 minuets ago had begged a thirteen year old girl for his life had cut his mark like he said he would. A “T” was etched on my right cheek, the “F” for Fischer was on the other, i dropped the mirror and Brie put her other hand on mine and said ‘im so sorry.’ Tanner took the pot off my lap, unscrewed the lid and this time relief crossed is face which he quickly masked with a neutral expression. ‘Medicine what happened. District one must love your guts.’ He said. Skyler took the paste off him, puts two fingers into it, and crouches down in front of me. I rest my arm on his shoulder and put my hand on the back of his neck, he gently strokes it against my cuts, its stings and i grab a clump of Sky’s rough, unkept, shortish hair. He smiles and puts his other hand on my hand at the back of his neck and i loosen my grip on his hair.
Later that night i awoke from a nightmare about Tristan, sit up sweating tears falling down my face and Sky has his arms wrapped around me in seconds ‘shh shh shh. Its ok, its alright shh shh’ he whispers. He gently lies me down beside him and he strokes my hair. I take deep gasping breaths and in minuets i fall into an uneasy sleep. (This is so so long im very sorry) (at PLEASE READ