Task Description:

Tributes are given squirt guns filled with acid and forced to shoot targets from malfunctioning rides.

When the other competitors were handed a squirtgun that was filled with acid and were told they would get to squirt people with it they all seemed…. I don’t know. Upset at the prospect of hurting another human being? I don’t know. It went right over my head, maybe they were all those freaky emo vegetarian people… What were they called- Oh. Animal rights activists.

The red headed apple man, Callisto, handed out the little nerf guns to everyone while Aitius and Sayuri held us at gunpoint with acid filled guns of their own. I giggled excitedly, my eyes virtually popping out of my head as Callisto got closer to me. I wanted to make someone’s face burn off.

I practically ripped the gun from his hands as he started to hand the plastic weapon of destruction to me. I let out a maniacal laugh  hoisting it up to my shoulder and shooting Aitius’s balls. It was a perfect hit! I howled in laughter as he fell to the ground, dropping his gun.

Sayuri squirted me with acid, a blossom of pain exploded in my chest. I looked down at my chest. The acid ate through the fabric of my shirt, revealing the cause of my pain. I started at my normally light brown skin that was now was a bright red, it bubbled as the acid ate deeper and deeper into my skin. I resisted the urge to squeal with happiness even though my chest felt like it was being eaten off by thousands of fire ants.I couldn't believe someone had given me a weapon of this level of destruction. I gave Sayuri a thumbs up, “It works! Lets see if mine does!” I grinned squirting her back.

She didn’t have the same reaction…. She got that same ‘homicidal’ look on her face that she had gotten after I had scalped her. “Listen you little freak. You can’t shoot someone until you get on your ride, comprendo? Just go get in the stupid ferris wheel, wait there for further instruction.” She snapped as if she just wanted to get rid of me. “The rest of you stay here. We can’t trust not to run off. We will split you up and then force you on each ride.”

I didn’t like her. I sprayed her again before sprinting off as fast as I could toward the ferris wheel before she could spray me back. I laughed excitedly, walking up the stairs to board it and hopping into the nearest lift. It was was going to become my gondola of evil. I would ride this as I squirted everyone who stood in my way- well actually I’d just shoot anyone within range.

I should name this capsule of evil. Its name was…. Ferdinand the Gondola. It looked like a Ferdinand.

I took a seat and waited. I looked down at my burnt chest. That was going to scar, I should try to make it look cool. I grabbed a pen that had randomly been in my pocket and began drawing on the sensitive skin. I decided to make the burn look like Elvis’s face. This was going to be an amazing tattoo- I mean who doesn't want Elvis’s face on their chest?

I was almost completed when I heard  footsteps approaching. I looked up to see Callisto shove three other people into Ferdinand- how dare they? I glowered at the man, as if sensing the imminent danger he was in he flicked the lever and we started moving upward. “Four people per car. No exceptions.”

I scowled looking at the other people who were all crammed onto the seat across from me. A goth girl sat on the end, glaring at me as if she was plotting my demise behind her black hair and fringe that  she clearly wore to make her look tough. I didn’t like her. She would have to die.  Next to her sat a really normal, boring looking guy. He was so uninteresting that I came to the unmistakable conclusion he was just a waste of oxygen and would also have to die. The girl on the end  looked pretty innocent with big blond curls and a puppydog face… I guess she could live- assuming I didn’t get bored. Then she would probably get dismantled.

She smirked at me, “So. Whos that on your chest? Miley Cyrus?” She giggled in a way that could have easily been mistaken for a playful jab, however I sensed the evil intent that swirled in her brain. She was the Anti-Elvis.

I screamed and charged her, hoisting her small body above my head, she shrieked as she struggled to get down. It was very annoying. I was glad I was going to kill her. “Blasphemy!” I yelled as I hurled her out of the rapidly rising gondola. Her irritating scream faded until it came to an abrupt halt. There. That was one less problem to deal with. I peered over the side to see her body lying flat on the concrete, all squished like a pancake. I liked pancakes.

I looked over toward my other two ‘problems’. The boy was kind of pressed up against the back of his seat in terror while the girl only started on with that same blank look.

I would have killed them too if a megaphone hadn't screeched below us. “Remember, before you get off the ride you have to hit one of the targets. Enjoy the ride!” He said as the ferris wheel rolled forward- right off of it’s base! It sped forward demolishing everything in its path. I laughed maniacally! This was awesome!

That was when I smelled it- I have no idea why I hadn't noticed it before; gasoline. I cast my gun aside and began sniffing everything around me. The goth girl kicked me when I tried to smell her pants, “Get away from me you little tramp!” She squealed dismissively, aiming her gun at something outside the gondola.

I. Dont. Think. So. Meanhead. I thought angrily grabbing my gun. I threw my entire body weight at her and pinned her to the ground, she cried out in surprise but it was too late. I shoved the nozzle of the squirtgun down her throat and pulled the trigger. Her scream  was deafening as she tried to spit the burning acid out. A few drops of it hit my face, seering my flesh. I grinned, only sending more into her throat.

The ferris wheel hit something, it threw me from the girl’s chest. I hit the seat, landing right next to the boy. I realized he was the one who smelled like gasoline! Yay! I had found my quarry. The girl landed on our laps, the acid had eaten away her cheeks slowing the bloody inside of her mouth. She looked pretty dead.

I looked behind me and saw what had stopped the wheel- the wall. The second I had come to this conclusion the wheel jerked forward and we began speeding forward across the carnival again. The boy looked at the body moderately horrified. “Is she dead?” He asked hesitantly poking her.

I shook my head and threw her from the ferris wheel. “Now she is.” I grinned as the entire wheel tipped a little bit as it ran over her body. “So tell me where you keep your gasoline.”  I said getting in his face and looking creepishly eagar.

He looked at me, gauging me. Hell! How long did it take someone to remember where they kept gasoline? “I’ll show you where it is if you you promise not to kill me and become my ally.” He said finally, looking pretty pleased with himself.

I slapped him, “Give it to me or I will eat your soul!” I snapped angrily. How dare he question me?! How dare any of them question me! I was too unquestionably fabulous  to be questioned!

He quickly unzipped a pocket in his baggy jeans and removed a water bottle full of a yellowish brown liquid! Gasoline. I giggled evilly and held it in the air in triumph, doing a little dance. Forget the acid! Now I can light the bastards on fire! I stopped, “You do have matches right?”

He nodded, very readily this time and handed me a small package. “I was wondering if you’d like to be my ally…?” He asked again hopefully.

I thought for a moment… Well I would need someone to fire the matches when I squirted the targets with gasoline…. And I could always use a minion… besides I could kill him after I was done with him, right? “Fine. I have always wanted a pet human. My foster parents always said it would be illegal. What did they call it again? Human trafficking? I don’t know. I shall call you Minion.” I smiled patting his head.

“Ahh, my name is Jame-”

“That is no longer your name. Your name is Minion.” I smiled dismissively ripping off the flap of the matches that you used to strike them and curled it into the nozzle of the gun. I ripped the tank open to give him room to load the matches, the acid poured out.

“Okay… So whats you’re name? And what are you doing with the gun?” He asked looking over my shoulder.

I shoved the gun into his hands. “You may call my Skullcrusher.” I said then pointed at the gun, “You load the match, it propels itself through the barrel of the water gun and strikes itself on the matchy-strikey-thingy and then it flies through the air and hits the target I have sprayed with gasoline! Mwahahaha!” I laughed pouring gasoline into my water gun.

Minion held the gun awkwardly and shrugged, “Well I guess it’s just a different kind of burn.”  He said lifting the gun up to his shoulder and looking around for something to shoot.

I looked outwards at the fairground landscape that blurred by. I saw a flash of movement and I shot at it, Minion did the same. What a good Minion! I would have to give him a treat later! I think thats how people rewarded their pets when they did something right. I’d have to be careful not to make him fat though. There was this one t- Forgive me I got distracted. Anyway whoever it was burst into flame. Man! I wish I could have gotten a better seat and watched them writhe in agony. We blurred past the growing cloud of smoke. I saw another flash of movement, “There!” I squealed excitedly, shooting at it.

Minion followed suit and the person burst into flame- no wait that wasn’t a person that was another ride… with people on it. That must count for something, right? “There!” Minion yelled pointing at another flash of movement. We both squirted at it and it burst into flame. I laughed maniacally and high-fived him. The ferris wheel jerked to a stop as it hit the other end of the fence. I was thrown against the seat for the second time, Minion landed on top of me.

Curse you ferris wheel.

I shoved Minion off of me and stood up. “The ferris wheel will have to pay.” I informed him. “It has tried to kill me twice.” I emptied the contents of my squirt gun on the floor of the Ferdinand. I was going to blow him up as much as it hurt, Ferdinand had become my friend over the past few minutes of slaying, killing and blowing up. “I’m sorry Ferdinand. Its not you, its me. You’d better think twice before you try to kill your friend again!” I cried, grabbing a match about to light it.

Minion grabbed my arm and pointed, “I hate to break up the party but Callisto does not look happy!” He said frantically, pointing at the angry man with the singed hair. I giggled happily. Now his hair was not nearly as fabulous as mine.

I waved goodbye at him screaming, “Suck my pretty hairdo!”  as Minion and I jumped over the side of the gondola and ran off, I paused briefly, long enough to strike the match and set my ex-friend on fire. And so was the end of Ferdinand- he shunned me and payed, as will anyone else who stands in the way- of what exactly…? I forget.