Amelia awoke to find herself utterly alone. The sun broke through the clouds and gave weak light to the world, pouring out a regret for the killing that was soon to happen. Perhaps it wasn't even the real sun. Amelia doubted they were in an actual place--it was all an illusion, yet still she took solace in the loving heat that came from those dim rays.

Electra had left sometime in the night. Deep cracks were left in the forest floor, nearly filled in by flowers and leaves that had fallen. That's not even mentioning the rocks and trees that had fallen. Her legs stretched out and her arms fell into the other as she brushed away the pain that screamed through her side and arm. Left, but still awful.

It's time. Amelia knew it was time. She'd wasted too much time on things, too many wasted opportunities. She skipped the bloodbath. She ignored everything. The deaths, the pain, everyone that was in her way. They all were in her way. Every last tribute, every last beating heart. I'm going to kill every last one of them because if I don't...if I don't...Amelia didn't know what she'd do if she were to die.

Is there something you do when you die?

Shaking off the thoughts and her sleep, Amelia began to move. She had to find people and soon. First, though, she had to find food. Sharp pains and a low grumble told her that she hadn't eaten in far too long. A day with little was hell to pay when she was already thin, and quickly she found some berries to munch on and an edible purple root that reminded her of carrot.

Now I'm nourished, she thought, I can do it. I'll find them. The killing had to begin and end as quickly as possible, there couldn't be anything else. So she ran through the trees and past the world of jungle and flowers. It didn't take her too long of running around to find someone to fight.

Her opponent looked much too old to be in the Games. With dark eyes, and a deep, brooding face, Adonis was a weary one. Her Games suit clung tight to her skin and though her jacket was obviously worn and torn in places, the girl looked fine. An angry scratch went right across her chin and lips. She looked lost in thought nearly, yet her gaze never faltered from Amelia. God, did it have to be her?

Amelia rubbed her fingers over her sore arm gingerly as she stood before the tensed lady. The skin burnt and prickled in icy waves of pain. "Adonis," she appraised.

The thoughtful tribute gave her a nod. Scythe in hand, Adonis shifted her feet and adjusted herself. She was ready for violent, ready for hate, ready to kill Amelia. The only thing she didn't realize was that Amelia was through hiding and letting herself be used by others. Amelia was out for the kill.

"I'm going to kill you, Amelia," Adonis said. She raised up her scythe and ran forward.

Amelia ducked. Adonis hit her in the shoulder and raised it again to strike, only for Amelia to cry out in pain kick her hard inbetween the legs. For a man it's bad, but for a women it was too, and Adonis was no exception. Grunting, she tried to grab hold of Amelia, only for her scythe to be kicked out of her grasp. Amelia jerked out her arm and shoved it down against her neck.

As the air slowly left her body, Adonis stayed silent and fighting. Every second she fought and struggled until the very end, when Amelia relaxed her arm at the sound of a violent cannon. One more down. Less people to kill. Less people that would kill. I can't die. I have nothing to die for, so my death would be meaningless. I can't be meaningless.

"Who's next?" she asked almost gleefully. There had to be glee in it because what else was left? Nothing is left but death--even after I win the Games.

Through the bushes that weren't destroyed she caught glance of a dark haired girl walking with the slightest limp. Sun glinted off her navy eyes as she glared through the bushes and straight at Amelia. A shudder passed through Amelia as the icy girl walked forward with purpose. It was obvious by the blood under her nails and the bits that stuck to her hair and neck that she'd killed and planned to demolish more people soon.

"Allium?" Amelia asked, then she bit her lip. "Hell, can't we be allies? Okay, that's a no. You look pissed. Adonis wasn't your ally, right? No? Okay, umm..."

The entire one sided conversation took place while Allium moved forward and Amelia backwards. She was scared like never before--Allium was just a human girl, but she looked more than that. Dangerous. Unkempt. Ready for anything. Ready to rip my throat out? She doesn't even have a weapon! Fuck this. I'll kill her--get her out of my way. Easier said than done. Like baking a cake or scoring a perfect shot.

Allium wasn't going down easy. Amelia gripped her knife hard and pulled it out of her pockets. Her chest was warm from the sun and she couldn't help but glance down to view herself. There would be too many scars on her after it was all over. "I'm going to kill you."

It came out as a question.

Allium barked out a laugh, continuously moving forward. Shoulders not even moving she kept going, stiff as a board aside from her hands and that tiny limp.

"You better stop now!"

Threats couldn't stop her. Nothing could. A typhoon that wasn't stopping. She's not a natural storm. The entirety of Allium was an artificial creation. Plastic.

"I'm warning you, Alli-"

No time to comprehend. Pain, rushing through her head. Tears in her eyes. The ground rushed forward to bash her head and rub raw the sores that had yet to heal.

"You think you can beat me?" Words, harsh. Tone deadly. Pain worse. "You're an idiot, Montaigne. And it's not an act like you think. You think you can just hide," grunting, she punched Amelia's ribs until they cracked audibly, "from the truth? That you can lie until everyone loves you? No one loves you."

Pain. Blood. Hot, trickling. Her face was next on the list, her teeth gritting together as it only got worse. I'm bleeding. No time for thoughts. Just pain, pain, pain.

"When you die they won't care. Your mom, dad. No one cares, Amelia. Everyone is a liar," she spat. The words weren't for Amelia--she knew they weren't. Somewhere deep inside of Allium her emotions were churning and pelting out on her.

Reflex. An arm shooting out to push away the strong arms and body. A punch. Tears running down her face, Amelia hit back. Grunting. Shouting. No words, just pain unleashing itself in intangible ways. Both girls strangling, beating, yelling and kicking. A cat fight but real--no hair pulling. Only fists and legs and then that awful slice of flesh as Amelia's blade found it's mark deep inside Allium's throat. A gurgle. A cry.

That wasn't enough. Blood. It would never be enough. Amelia yanked out the knife and dug it back in, watching as the skin ripped off and clung to itself. Blood. She did it again and again, her ears tuned in for each sickening twist of the blade and pounding. The skin gave way to bone. Bone to skin. Skin to ground. Blood coming from everywhere. Screams filling the air and never ceasing. Then dead silence. Nothing.

Blood. Was she thinking? Talking? Amelia didn't know. So much blood. It ran down her chest and coated her arms and face. Her lips tasted the iron--Salty. God, she's everywhere. Is...is she... Another cannon answered her unspoken question.

Two more down. There wasn't too many more before she was out--Out of the arena, out of her disgusting clothing, out of her skin, her mind, out of everything that kept her in the damaged hell of life.

I can do this. I'm Amelia fucking Montaigne and I'm going to kill everyone who gets in my dammed path! Supercharged, Amelia stood back up and brushed off the pain, shedding it as she ran. Trees swirled past in bright colors, vivid with emotions and feelings. Her toes dug into the Mickey boots and her fingers scratched the surface of her palm as she sighed into a zealous rush of energy that led her straight to a rushing river. Blood washed off her. Who knew Allium washed off?

She could laugh. She could scream. Instead, she cried. Amelia fell into the wet ground in sorrow as the tears rolled off and mixed with the water. Everything fell out of her. Big, small, every last second of her life came flashing by and she wasn't even dying. Her parents weren't a part of it, they were everything of it. They hid in each hidden crevice of her mind like the words Allium had said. They don't care. No one cares. They've never cared.

If she were stronger, she knew, she wouldn't cry. Their shortcomings as parents wouldn't upset her. A natural loner and outcast would be fine with it. Amelia was popular, what did she need them for? Am I popular? She couldn't be. No one actually liked her. No friends. Nothing.

Birds mocked her and flew past as water drowned her. She didn't want to think, didn't want to hear. No more would she be broken, no more would she be lost--Amelia was feeling and she hated every second of it. Feeling hurt her. Feeling meant tears. Feeling meant...meant...it meant Amelia wasn't perfect.

She drank in the water, loving the way it filled her stomach. It made the hot less and eased the harsh wounds that she'd obtained. It didn't ease everything.

"I am perfect," she whispered. Her voice broke into high pitched sobs. "I'm not broken! I'm loved! I don't need anyone. I never did--I...I don't need anyone. I don't."

Throat sore. Rough. Raw. Abused and scared of her own shadow wasn't how Amelia was. Even in her moments of weakness Amelia knew they wouldn't last. She stood moments later, wiping away at her red eyes and cursing herself. The Games were still on and she couldn't risk another break down--it was bad enough she had one where there might have been cameras around. There was work to be done now that the bad was out of her system. People to kill, citizens to impress, and, of course, she had to find someone to kiss her plump little lips before she died of hormones in a hot forest.

Direction was blessing her and before she knew it she was moving out of the river and into the woods. A lovely stroll. Amelia didn't care where it took her. She had full confidence that it would lead her to someone hot, desperate, and hopefully someone who didn't smell like sweat and dirt. The river had washed most of it off her but she still wasn't the freshest flower in the valley.

I'm still the hottest, she told herself. That wasn't too much a lie and she held to the verity of her thoughts as she moved along. "God, where is everybody? I didn't kill them all yet."

A laugh answered her. From above, her district partner sat on a half broken tree and gave her a cocky tilt of the lips. "Looks like we finally meet again, Amelia. Haven't seen you since before we began."

Venenius was hot and she couldn't deny it. She'd seen him around Two before. His blonde hair was perfect for running fingers through and his lips perfect for kissing. While he was short he was just perfect for Amelia to pull close and rip his very clothes off. Of course, she'd never gotten the chance and never would. He was like her in all the wrong ways and she didn't want to find herself in bed with a deceitful man who wasn't interested in her.

"Miss me much?" Amelia giggled, then remembered she didn't have to. "God, Venenius. I'm surprised a scrawny thing like you has made it this far. Elvin magic?"

He chuckled and jumped down, giving her an amused look. Venenius knew how to ruin lives and she knew nothing he said was true...yet all she wanted to do was pull him close and kiss him until her lips fell off. Fucking hormones. What, don't tell me Nature's gonna give me more surprises soon. Wasn't the earthquake enough?

"What's going on in that head of yours?" he mused. Hands on his hip, Venenius looked her up and down, obviously noting her missing shirt and nice breasts displayed by her bra, before resting his gaze on her face evenly. "Planning my death?" Hon, didn't I say this before? I am Death.

"Oh, never."

They both chuckled. She moved closer to him, feeling her heart speed up. His lips were perfectly plump. She had to. One taste. One tiny, tiny taste and then she'd do it--she'd kill him just like the others. "I have something better in mind," she said. Her voice lowered, "Wanna find out?"

Venenius was going along with it. He nodded, giving a tiny tilt of the head as she moved in and stole his lips as hers. A kiss. A lick. Then, her hands wrapped around his head and his around her neck as he took his chance to kill her. They tightened as his lips fell off his and his shoulders rolled with laughter. "Gullible!" his body said. He was laughing at her and the pain was back and she couldn't take it.

No.

Her fingers unraveled his hair and in one fluid motion she jabbed them into his eyes and let out another scream. Emotions flew out with spit as she scratched at him and he hit back. There was a jagged cut along one eye and the other had a bruise forming. A punch reminded her of earlier bruises and a kick found new ones. She did to him the same as Adonis, watching in near glee as it struck his golden boys harder and he cried out in pain, gripping at them. I can't kill him. He's stronger than me. Amelia knew someone else would kill him, she couldn't have every kill. The others would find him and have their fun and then, oh, she'd be left with only a handful of idiots ripe for the killing. The blood would pour out like the billions of petals that still painted the ground.

Amelia was Death all right.

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Hey, here's Amelia's entry! Probably the longest I've written. I hope it's not too boring...