#1 sword

Finally finished an old WIP!

KC, Bermuda & Borealis posing with swords for fun. (Don't worry. Bermuda's sword is plastic and the others are decorative.)

   An overwhelming sensation roamed Bay's stomach. His legs were trembling, his palms were sweaty, and his heart was racing. The countdown had begun and no one could stop it. The seconds sped by uncontrollingbly fast, and now no one could stop it. 

   A lump formed in Bay's throat. He had to have a plan, he had to calm himself down. His eyes scanned the field in search of an idea before the last seconds ticked by. There were weapons, so many deadly weapons. Bay's eyes landed on the shield deep inside of the Cornucopia. It seemed risky, very, but he needed it for his own survival. It was settled then.

   The countdown reached single digits and Bay had one last chance to gulp before the gong sounded and the Games had officially begun.

   Jumping off his plate, Bay took long strides towards the Cornucopia. Tributes ran around him all with their different objectives and intentions, but  Bay urged himself to keep his eyes ahead and on the shield. The wind whipped around his hair, and his feet occasionally stumbled against the rocky ground, but Bay maintained his determined look and sprinted forward.

   Reaching the inside of the Cornucopia, Bay lifted the shield and managed to get a breath of air before he turned around on his heel to nearly crash with the girl before him. Bay's eyes widened, keeping a careful eye on her hand, inches away from a loaded crossbow. It was near her grasp, but the girl was stiff and frozen, as if not sure whether she should reach for it or run. 

   Her eyes stared into his, and Bay's fingers tightened around the shield. Without moving any other part of her body, the girl's fingers extended to the crossbow. Bay wanted to see her run away, to take the crossbow and run, but it was clear the girl's intentions were different as soon as her hand wrapped around the loaded crossbow. Swinging it around her, she aimed an arrow and Bay barely had time to raise his shield for cover. 

   He'd given her the chance to save herself but she'd chosen to attack. Frowning, Bay shook his head, knowing what it was he had to do. It happened so fast, but in Bay's imagination, it was all so slow. 

   The girl prepared another arrow, but not before Bay took the sword on his left. Running towards her, blocking any possible arrow with his shield, Bay rammed her over. The body was so weightless, he watched as she landed on the ground a few feet away from where she stood. Was she dead? Was it that easy? No, she couldn't be dead, and if she wasn't dead, she'd kill him without mercy the next time they found each other.

   What were the chances of her finding him? 

   More tributes were headed his way. He needed to get out of the Cornucopia. Now. Closing one of his eyes, Bay ran by her and slid his sword through her. He wanted to apologize, to get the guilt out of his head, but now wasn't the time for that.