look what you made me do / self para
Her arm wasn't bleeding anymore. At least she didn't feel the blood sliding on her smooth skin, reaching for her armpit when she was raising her hand to throw a knife, here and there in hopes of helping eliminating people to count as competition. She wasn't throwing continuously, instead taking her time and watching the people from a somewhat protected distance. Watching their styles, their approaches, what they would reach for before running into unknown, without being sure if they'd find water, weapons or food elsewhere and having to pick between them. What can't a tribute live without in this arena? It was the question circling around everybody's minds, but, to Regan, it at least wasn't a worry. She had and was going to have everything. They were right to grab a small bag and run their minds off until all they could see was the infinite mass of water. It made by far more sense, without a question.
Her knives still rained all over the arena, harming one, missing another - not making a difference as of now. She noticed her first enemy, the boy from the lower district who refused to give her the shield and who was abandoned prematurely. Who didn't get to see what Regan could do in this arena with a stupid boy. She noticed how the boy from District Four finished him, not knowing that he was her property. The boy from Four became the top of a brand new list of enemies she was ready to write in her mind. She apologized to her ally, Stella, mentally for it, at the same time as blaming her, and her alone for the mere fact that Carter was still alive. They had a pact that she couldn't even honor. Regan then began to throw multiple knives his way, both to avenge her own honor and to clean up the mistake of the girl from District Six, but due to being pressed by the idea that the boy from Five got offed by him before she could get the chance to get back at him, she missed by far with every of the six throws she dedicated to him. Stopping to catch her breath, she tried not to display anger, because it truthfully was so unlike her to be frustrated, when she knew her way around pretty much anything. Yet, she couldn't help it. There it was, one canon she didn't want to hear - and that, not because it pained her to know that the boy from Five was dead, but because he was hers to kill.
As the bloodbath was ending slowly, with more and more tributes making an exit through death or running in a different room, the Cornucopia was getting emptier and emptier, although certain people were still picking up axes in hope that they would secure their survival in the arena. Still feeling upset because somebody stole her toy, she threw one more knife, frustrated and charged with fury, without a particular aim, and, through a miracle, it hit straight in another tribute's forehead with a precision she didn't even have knowingly. For a mere second, she panicked that it could be the forehead of somebody she cared for and was allied with, but then, he did see the much shorter figure of the boy from District Eight, whose name she didn't even try to memorize. Watching him collapse and drop the backpack he was holding, Regan widened her eyes, surprised before she went back to her indifference towards the dead.
The noise of the canon rang sweetly in her ears, proud, although he wasn't her wanted target. It didn't matter. One less person in the arena meant nothing but less time spent away from that magnificent bed of hers in the Capitol. She knew everybody was watching her, including people that she's met and was dead set on impressing, and she wasn't going to let anybody who already knew of her and her potential down. With a couple of canons already dedicated to her, with a whole Cornucopia and three allies who looked not only aesthetically pleasing next to her, but also somewhat knew how to wield a weapon, Regan straightened her back, as if after a round of this ultimate war she was going to win. Not much of a schemer and less of a strategist, but with a sugarcoated personality and enough skill to go over any of the tributes from the poor districts, Regan counted her shots and the number seemed pretty good, she decided before walking out of the secure zone to talk to her allies for the first time since they've got in the arena. She was going to congratulate Lola, although she didn't know how she's done and she was going to have to hear that story from her. She was going to hug Joy and make sure that she was fine and she was going to check up on Stella, who seemed the most likely one to fall during the bloodbath. A new idea that she didn't like bloomed in her mind, almost seeing her ally down from the first minutes of the Games. She certainly hoped all of them were fine, at least for now.
