A Collection of my Writer's Games Entries

Carnival Games: Task 3 (Maxine Carlos)

** Task - Thrill of the Fight **

The blonde, who I would call hot in different circumstances, shoves the small girl away from the microphone and takes her place.
"Good morning, tributes!" the blonde, Atilius smiles. Showing his white teeth. It was obviously meant to make us feel scared, it worked, I will admit. But no one else needs to know that.
"We have a fun little task for you." he continues, "You're going to be assigned water guns. Except what do we put in the water guns? Acid, of course!" he answers his own question. What a freak! I am a hundred percent sure that filling up water guns with acid is not safe. Especially in these conditions.
The small girl makes a comeback, shoving her partner-in-crime out of the road.
"We have a fun little guest arriving shortly, his name is Oris and he is very special to us." This can't be good. How many will die this time. I have already noticed the change in our numbers. At least six people have gone. The two deaths I remember clearly are the girl getting shot by the FBI man and when the girl, I think her name was Leila, fell from the ferris wheel. I shudder at the thought. I notice Atilius is back in front of the microphone now,
"Yes, you're going to be forced onto certain attractions," he pauses to give a sadistic smile, "and you're going to have to deal with the nausea and horrible feelings as you go around and around without stopping." he flashes a smile, an evil smile, "You have one task: super soak Oris and his friends with your acid and you can get off the ride"
Me, shoot someone with acid, no way! Just to get off a ride. I would rather go around and around on the rollar coaster than shoot someone with acid. I can't do something that horrible to a man I don't even know. The two Gamemakers disappear from the stage. I turn to Arwen, Cleo and Morgan.
"What are we going to do?" I ask,
"Well we want to get out of here, right?" Cleo replies and we all nod, "So we're going to have to shoot them with the acid,"
"But it's wrong!" I argue
"Cleo's right, Max, if we don't do this then we will die. I'm not taking any chances with my life," Arwen supports Cleo's argument,
I sigh in defeat. They have a good point. I don't want to die. I want to live a proper life, though I'm sure I'll be scarred for life if I get out of here. I don't want the same fate as those six who have already gone.
"Just don't think about it when you shoot. Pretend it's water." Arwen suggests,
"Alright," I mutter. It's water. Just pretend it's water.
"You will be split into six groups of four," the small girl, Sayuri, appears in front of the microphone, "You will be assigned a ride - if anyone decides to argue, you will learn what Oris and his friends will feel," he grins. Everyone remains silent. Suddenly I'm grabbed from behind. Everyone was facing the stage and I didn't see the person sneak up. I struggle but then realise it's the blonde and let him take me. Suddenly over twenty people dressed in black with balaclavas appear from no where and start grabbing people at random. Why did I get picked by the blonde? I'm thankful the red head isn't here, he doesn't seem to like me very much since he found me yesterday or the day before. I have every reason to hate him, but he doesn't have any reason to hate me. After all, we are the ones trapped here. I slowly get dragged to the ferris wheel. Well at least I'll be stuck on here. Nothing too dramatic. The blonde, I remember his name now, Atilius, lets me go. I don't move though. I don't want to get shot with acid. Eventually three others join me. I try and contain my smile as I realise Cleo is among them. Cleo is the same, trying to hide her smile. I don't recognise the other two. One is quite small with shoulder length black hair, it makes her skin look sickly pale. The other is younger, but not by much, she is a blonde with almost no flaws at all. Atilius hands us our guns and shoves the blonde on a cart then shoves the other on a different cart. Cleo and I are then loaded onto separate carts. Atilius makes sure that our carts are well above the ground so we can't escape. I look at the view. The people dressed in black are nowhere to be seen but I can see a few other rides and I see people on them. 
"Have fun, tributes," a voice cackles over the speakers that are scattered around. The ferris wheel jerks forward and I'm thrown to the seat across from me. Where are the seat belts in this thing? I glance around again and see all the other rides have started. The roller coaster is going at it's normal pace. The drop tower is slowly going up. The bumper cars are going around and around. I can't see the other rides. Screams. They are coming from the coaster and I notice that it is going incredibly fast. Then it jerks to a stop and goes equally fast backwards. I gasp. What have these Gamemakers done? Suddenly I feel my own ride, the ferris wheel, speeding up. I start feeling dizzy as I go around and around and around. Then we stop, I almost tumble over the edge and I hear several screams from above me. Then we jerks backwards and forwards. I grip onto the seats so I don't get thrown off. Then it returns to normal but we are going the other way now. I spot someone on the ground. A group of people are looking wearily around. That has to be Oris. I aim my gun. I have only just realised how much I want to get off here. I squeeze the trigger then realise. A little acid is enough. Nothing. I missed. I scream as we jerk to yet another stop and get flung back to my original seat. I rub my bruises that are getting bashed again. I feel myself tipping sideways. Then realise it's the whole ferris wheel. Shit! I grip onto the bar closest to me. We keep going and going. Then it starts going back. I release my breath that I hadn't realised I was holding. I take aim again. One , two, scream?! What? I lower my gun down and look to where the screaming came from.
"Cleo!" I shout, I can barely see her but I can see her clutching her arm, screaming, "Cleo, are you okay?" I shout,
"What the hell do you think?" she screams at me,
"Not good then," I mutter under my breath. I have to help Cleo. She's in pain. I swing my leg over and take a breath. Now my other leg. I start climbing down, slowly and steadily. At that moment, the ferris wheel speeds up. I grit my teeth. Bastards. Every single one of those Gamemakers. I hear a scream come to an abrupt stop above me. That can't be good. I hurry my movements. Hand down, foot down. Other hand down, other foot down. I gasp as I almost drop my gun. That wouldn't help me at the moment. I finally feel my foot touch Celo's cart. I slide in quickly and grab onto the bar. The ferris wheel gets faster and faster and faster. My head spins from climbing. I feel bile in the back of my throat but swallow it down. Be tough, for Cleo. But I throw up anyways. I'm not sure if it was all the spinning or from the sight of Cleo's arm - and the smell. Her arm is almost glowing red and the skin, well what remains of it, is shrivelled - almost prune like. The flesh is ragged. I looks like her forearm has been half-stripped of skin.
"What happened?" I ask, still gagging at the sight.
"The blonde dickhead shot me with acid," she growls, I rack my brain for a solution. Her arm is like an evil monster. Suddenly, the ferris wheel switches directions, and grab onto the bar just in time. I drop my gun and quickly grab Cleo's good arm.
"Shit!" she curses, probably her arm.
"We need to get you off here, otherwise your arm, well let's just say, it won't be your arm,"
She stares at me.
"You'll lose your arm," I explain and help her position her gun. "You have to shoot them otherwise you won't get off, I'll see you down there."
Cleo squeezes the trigger, she doesn't let go, she swivels the gun in an attempt to get some acid on Oris. By the sound of the screaming, which could be someone else, I still think she did it. The ferris wheel does one more round before stopping when we are at the bottom. My head still spins around. I don't know how long we've been on here. I throw up onto the metal floor next to the cart.
"Good luck," Cleo whispers, getting led off by the red head boy. I hold onto the bars once more and the ferris wheel speeds off. No mucking around. I feel my stomach do a thousand somersaults. Don't be sick. Don't be sick. I swallow back. Suddenly a body falls into my carts. I scream loudly. Then throw up again. This time, because the sight of the body. The girl I saw earlier hop on, is not this girl. The one earlier had black hair. This girl has lost half her hair and blood dots her scalp. Her body is limp, I know how she died. Just from looking at her. It is Cleo's arm, times a thousand, or ten thousand. Her entire body is seeping blood from where the acid has gotten under her skin, if she had more left. Skin hangs off her arms like jungle vines on a tree. I gag. The smell of rotting flesh fills my nostrils.
"Sorry," I whisper to the dead girl. I push her over the edge and I lose sight of her as I go around two times in less than ten seconds. My head feels like it is about to explode. The smell of rotting flesh comes back. I scream in agony as a burning pain shoots up my arm, almost fire like. I look at the side of my arm, acid. I pick several choice curse words before continuing my scream. It hurts like hell. Actually worse than hell. I feel like I have shoved my arm into a furnace at full heat. At the same time, I feel like my arm has been shoved a sub-zero temperatures. I glance down at my arm again and swallow the bile that quickly forms. The acid chews away as my skin. I bite my tongue in an attempt not to scream. This is torture. Possibly worse. Definitely worse.
"Are you okay?" a girl above me asks, it can only be the blonde, I don't reply to her.
"Hello?" she asks, I watch her as she quickly climbs down to my cart. At the speed of the ferris wheel, I have to say she did well. Tears crawl down my face as the pain gets worse. I hate for a small kid to see me crying but I can't help it.
"Do you want.." she stops as the ferris wheel jerks to switch ways and she is thrown over my cart. Thankfully I was holding on to the bar but I feel like my shoulder has popped out. I grit my teeth again. Then I realise that the girl is gone, she is replaced by blood curdling screams.
"Help!!" she screams. I stumble over to another bar and hold on. I look to the screaming just in time to see the girl get gobbled up by the inner wheel of the ferris wheel. I clearly hear her bones crunching as her screaming comes to an eventual stop. Her arm sticks out in one place while her head is between her legs, which I'm not sure if they are attached to her or not. I forget about my acid burn momentarily as guilt riddles my body. That was my fault. If she didn't come to me that wouldn't have happened. Her top half of her body is soaked with red and looks like a fireball as it gets spat out of the inner wheel. Then the ferris wheel stops. I see several bones in place, vibrating from the force. This is my chance to get off. The burning pain comes back, replacing the guilt I felt earlier. I let out a shout of pain and anger. From my peripheral vision I spot two Gamemakers watching me with their guns aimed at me. I consider my choices while clutching my arm. I can climb down and face the pain in my arm through every part of me. Or I can make Oris feel the same way. I think less pain for me sounds better. Sorry Oris. I search for him and see one of his friends nearby. Sorry Oris's friend. I groan as I lift my burnt arm up to aim. I take my time to aim, then pull the trigger. I do what Cleo did earlier, swiveling the gun so I can get better coverage. I am rewarded, if I can say that, by his screams. I hear a snap before I feel the ferris wheel burst into the speed again. I feel myself get thrown over. I drop my gun in the panic and try and latch my grip onto anything. I finally grasp a bar. They can't kill me, not yet. I yell in  distress as my arm take my full body weight. Anguish. That's all I feel as I lose my grip on the bar. I fall and scream. A pain explodes in my back........
That wasn't a big drop. The world spins above me. Blackness closes in on me. Suddenly I am pulled up. The red head grins at me evilly.
"Took you a while," he squeezes my arm. My bad arm. I cringe but determined not to let him see me cry, I bite my tongue. I feel bile rise as my world spins in every way. Oh no. I vomit. 
"Filthy bitch," he shoves me onto the ground, I jump up but then get the spins again and fall back down. I put my hands in my head.
"Just leave her, Callisto," a girl's voice echos in my head. Everything sounds funny. "She's going to die anyway," I open my eyes and see a thousand feet walking away from me. That's a lot of people, I shake my head. I must be seeing things. I curl up, cradling my arm.
"There she is," I hear a shout, I open my eyes and see several people stumbling and zigzagging towards me. It must be my new friends.
"How was your ride guys?" I slur, why am I so sick?
"Absolutely fantastic," it must be Arwen who replies with the sarcasm, I open my eyes and shade them from the light, Morgan looks green as he limps towards me, as does Arwen. Cleo seems to be alright but she is clutching her arm where the acid hit. I notice why Morgan is limping. Half of his left leg is covered in a makeshift bandage while the other half is lightly burned. He didn't get burnt too badly but he got burnt on more area.
"I had a blast, literally, if I ever get out of here. I'm never going on a drop tower," Morgan pauses, and throws up, "Sorry, I only got off just in time to see you fall,"
"I know how you feel," I mumble. I shut my eyes as the dizziness and the smell of vomit overcomes me. Surely it can't get worse than this.