-Chapter 13- Training Day Two and Three Savannah's POV Huh. These weapons sure are good. The knives are pretty much thrice as sharp as the ones back home, and they fly further. I step forward to grab another dummy, but my fingers grasp air. Oh, right. I sliced up all the dummies for this station. I move on to the tridents, and find myself throwing them naturally. It's almost as easy as throwing knives. That makes three weapons I am skilled in—throwing knives, bows and arrows, and tridents. I can easily kill the tributes. Including the Careers. What more would stand in my way of the victor's crown? Soon, the day is over, and we return to our quarters. Most of our sleeps are fitful, as no one really has much excitement for the next day, except maybe Victor. Golden streaks of sunlight stream into my room from the clear windows before I am even able to fall into a deep sleep. I rouse myself, slamming in a code for a simple lavender-scented soap. It's the third day, and I'd better do well. It'll decide half of my fate in the arena. Kai's POV I am cutting my arm again, leaving small flecks of open flesh along it. The cuts, all at different stages of healing, are neat and precise, having been inflicted by myself. They spread out in an almost uniform pattern. My thoughts drift to my deceased parents, and my younger brother that never was. Mother took Ken to Heaven with her. I swipe the blood away with a quick movement of my right hand, taking a quick shower and dressing in a simple grey plaid shirt and black hoodie, which covers up the wounds. I slip into a pair of jeans and traipse into the dining hall, where we are served our breakfast, a simple orange soup that tastes like pumpkin and a sort of roasted bird. I pick at my food, wishing for time to pass slower. I did volunteer for the Games, but only because I couldn't bear living as an orphan, mocked and taunted, any longer. But showing my non-existent skills to people like Gamemakers, makes me disgusted. Why should I perform for them, when I'm about to be slaughtered? I finish the meal, and head to the Training Center. I steel myself, and walk in. The Careers are already there, glaring at me with hate and contempt. I grit my teeth, and finger the zipper of my jacket. I might not do well during the Gamemaker session, but I'll show them up in the arena.
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