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Default Re: Queen of the Kill A Hunger Games type Story Ch 6

Day Two – A Time to Build

Day two of the Benson Corp. Hunger Games dawned. Julie had slept well but was still sore from yesterdays adventure. After a tube breakfast and a quick jaunt to one of the handy outhouses she was perked up ready to go. Julie was to forgo temporarily the pleasure of the Fish kills. She had preparations to make for when day three came she would be one of those being hunted.

Julie was about to get started when she saw a young lad up ahead of her at the edge of a small clearing. He looked a bit taller and older to be a Fish. Yet too young to be a Plebe. He looked too delicious to pass up and she came up behind him, pushing him flat on his back. She then knelt down and put her knee across his throat to choke him.

“Dillon, is that you?” Julie said in surprise. The cute lad looked up at her and blinked. “Julie, hi.” He replied, gasping out the words. Julie loosed up a bit but stayed in position over him. Dillon was a cute boy from Julie's neighborhood. He was a few years younger and had a crush on her. He was a shy nice boy and Julie had liked him. “Why are you her?” She asked. With the pressure momentarily off his throat he was able to reply. “Well uh, it's all because of you.”

He went on to relate it was in fact Julie's fault. Yesterday had been such a kill frenzy the games officials were running low on boys. Dillon had been caught up in a government sweep. He told Julie how she'd become a star, celebrity with millions of adoring fans. Julie was totally shocked. She was now the talk of the nation!

She looked down at the boy and smiled, “Sorry Dillon but I got to do this.” Dillon shrugged and smiled back, “Better you than someone else.” Twenty minutes later Dillon breathed his last. Julie hefted her backpack and was off heading deep into the dark forest.

Julie's grandmother told her of a special plant planted long ago in the arena. If you rubbed it's leaves on someone's skin they would become immobile for 5 to 10 minutes. Julie thought that would be a handy weapon to have. Granny had shown Julie a map of where she might find some. Not many knew of their existence. Besides it might be a wasted effort and the plants could have died off years ago. The problem with the plant was they looked just like a common plant growing all over the forest. The only difference was these plants had serrated leaf edges.

Deep in the forest she went. While on her journey she came across five small Fish and smothered them all. At last she found some of the plants but while gathering them a curious thing was happening. Julie felt a painful electrical shock come over her. One of those implants she surmised. Perhaps she'd gotten too close to the far reaches of the arena. Despite the increasing pain Julie, using a towel found in pack, got a nice bundle of them.

Returning to the main area she felt the electrical shock lessening. Now back she hid her backpack and went to work constructing 4 alternate hiding places. Remembering her grandmothers instructions she crafted them with care. The design was the same for all: keep them away from main trails. Have opposite entrances and exits. Stash a backpack at each site. Put one large piece of wood in the center and radiate all other roof pieces from that. Sprinkle brittle twigs and branches along all main approaches. This was difficult work especially when she had to stop and hide when anyone approached. Some really delicious looking boys came along but she had to let them pass. At last she was done just before nightfall. While constructing her hiding places she ran across a number of full backpacks. She placed one in each site and a few at alternate locations just in case.

It was always advantageous to find a small Fish to sleep on in a 69 during the night. Let them lay on the cold hard ground under you while you a top them in a nice smother. There were many Area Wardens about to collect the dead. Julie didn't want some ham fist-ed AW climbing into her hideout, destroying it to remove a body. Julie decided she'd best drag the body away herself. Fish were still plentiful and she caught a cute one.

The boy proved to be a most delicious lad and lasted long into the night. The next day would begin the true Hunger Games for Julie. Her head would have to be on a swivel and death could lurk behind any tree. No more relaxed enjoyable smothers now.
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