Area 4 || Hedge Maze

*no table sowwy*

With her finally correct turn, Willow was almost happy yet still angry at the same time. She probably had 12 more pathways to get to the exit as it took her 13 to get to the center. Yet, she was still a lot closer than the people who were planning on getting to the center. Right? Right. Walking through, she started to wonder what the viewers were thinking of Willow right now. Surprised? Exciting? Boring? Willow really didn't know, and honestly didn't care. She wanted to just find a way out, maybe there'd be a trap-door that flings her out into something that she wouldn't die in so she could kill some b*tches for once. Willow was getting bored, as she was in the middle of a fricking maze with nobody to talk to besides the camera's, and talking to the cameras got pretty boring at times. She couldn't even see how people did it sometimes, speaking to them with no problem. Getting to the next turn, the teenager decided to turn left.


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Yet again, Willow got a correct turn and seemed to be doing everything again and again as if her life was in replay. With some estimation-- Willow probably had 11 more pathways now to get to the exit as it took her 13 to get to the center. Yet, she was still a lot closer than the people who were planning on getting to the center. Right? Right. Walking through, she started to wonder what the viewers were thinking of Willow right now. Surprised? Exciting? Boring? Willow really didn't know, and honestly didn't care. She wanted to just find a way out, maybe there'd be a trap-door that flings her out into something that she wouldn't die in so she could kill some b*tches for once. Willow was getting bored, as she was in the middle of a fricking maze with nobody to talk to besides the camera's, and talking to the cameras got pretty boring at times. She couldn't even see how people did it sometimes, speaking to them with no problem. Getting to the next turn, the teenager decided to go forward.

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Bryce could see that the hedge was thinning just a little bit. One more turn and he should be heading out of the area. He was debating on where he was going to go once he did get out of the maze. He needed out so that he could either wait for Willow somewhere else or find something that he could us as a weapon. He was without most things as he'd run from the Cornicupia. He was in a sense regretting having done that but he was alive so he would just hope and pray that someone liked him enough to get him food and water. It was dark around him and this place gave him the creeps but he had to press on and he had to be strong. After all life was just throwing him curve balls until it threw him away like a piece of trash. It was a morbid way of thinking about it but he was here to help Willow go home. He knew that death as coming for him and there was no reason to deny it. If he did make it home he wouldn't be the same and he was sure Lidia would be afraid of him.

Bryce shook his head and continued to walk out of the maze.

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He sighed a breath of relief when he saw the end of the maze. He ran to the end of the path and then looked around him. He needed to get out of here before he was spotted. He took a deep breath and made a run for it. He was sure that if anyone else was still around and coming out of the maze he would be doomed. He just prayed that Willow had found her way out as well. He really needed to have made a better plan for the bloodbath. Upon emerging from the maze he could smell smoke which he'd apparently not been smelling before. There was a cloud of it over an area in the arena. He wondered what had been set on fire and why. He shook his head not caring to find out because it could be a trap. He just knew better then to do something like that. How he was getting out of battles at the moment was beyond him. There were cannons that had sounded a while ago but he hadn't been paying attention. He continued to make a run for the rollercoaster.

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Bryce leaves the hedge maze heading for the rollercoaster

Lightning hits the ground.
All tributes suffer 2 damage.

(2 Correct, 2 Dead Ends)

Lucas had stopped at a corner inside the hedge. The storm was unforgiving and wailed inside the Arena the entire night. Covering up with the blanket, he tried his best to bury himself inside the walls of the hedge maze. He had hacked away at the leaves and branches with the ax and small knife he carried with him. He was careful to try not to cut himself while trying to hack at the hedge maze. Unfortunately the hedge was much too dense for him to get too far. But it was just enough that he was able to wrap himself inside the hedge maze in a sort of cocoon around him.

He fell asleep in the comfort of his little makeshift house, but he knew it was nowhere near safe. Although he remained asleep, he didn't have an easy night's sleep. The storm was loud with thunder and strong wind which woke him up once every hour, or so it seemed. But the night had passed by event-less, fortunately for Lucas. In the morning, he remained inside his shelter and waited out the storm. He found no tributes or mutts. Once the sun shone, he got out of his little hole in the hedge and began to walk once more. He looked up, seeing a rainbow in the sky and breathed a sigh of relief at the nice day that had come after the dreadful storm. It wasn't until later that same day that he heard two cannons fire, one almost after the other with only a few minutes in between. He wondered who the two other tributes were and where they were. Besides from the maze, Lucas didn't know any other part of the arena. He wasn't even completely sure if no one else was in the maze. It was likely that at least one other person was in there. Lucas couldn't help but wonder if he would ever run into them and what he would do. The past two days had passed by without a single blip on his end and though he felt lucky and fortunate for not having to face any tributes or mutts on his journey, he couldn't help but worry that his luck would surely run out soon. He hoped later than sooner.

Lucas' thoughts went to Johanna Mason, wondering what she was doing right now at that moment. He wondered if she had spoken to President Snow about the subject that she had told him about when they were still in the apartment. He smiled slightly, thinking about that night. Though horrible as it might seem, he couldn't help but feel thankful for that night. Without it, he couldn't have told Johanna how he felt. He wondered if he was a fool for falling in love with his mentor. Much less a girl that he barely knew and only for two weeks at most. Was it possible to fall in love so quickly? Was it even love? Lucas wasn't sure, he'd never been in love before. Whatever it was, it was strong and it willed him to stay alive and keep going. He had to find a way out somehow or he was sure he'd starve to death. He hoped that Johanna could help him out somehow.

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Johanna had had the worst week ever, but it didn't matter now. Both of her tributes were (surprisingly) alive, but the dark-haired didn't care about the little b*tch. She was nothing compared to Lucas, and he seemed as if he actually had a chance on winning. The one thing he didn't do was kill anyone, and she knew that would be his downfall. If he didn't kill anyone, and soon, the Gamemakers would get bored with the blond and end up killing him. 

Snow's talk ended in catastrophe and now Lucas's family was at stake. A video was released of them kissing on the balcony, and Snow promised that if Lucas didn't win, his family would end up dead on the ground. Just like hers had been only two days earlier. Grabbing a piece of crumpled up paper, she started writing on it. As she started to write they're coming for your family she scratched it out as best as she could. Throwing it at the mentor, she knew that he had to get the note soon. Snow had her right in his hands, and if Lucas didn't come back, she wouldn't be able to live with herself.  

(3 Correct, 4 Dead Ends)

The sun was beginning to lower in the horizon. He tried to look over the top of the hedge, but as always, it was much too high- even for him. He'd tried jumping up, climbing over, but the hedge was too stubborn to allow him to do anything. He wasn't sure if the GameMakers had forgotten about him or if they were planning something especial, either way, he was sure that sooner or later his luck would run out. Every minute of the day, this thought ran into his head like a battering ram and every time he thought about it, he felt like throwing up. But he couldn't do that. He was almost about to run out of food and water, but somehow, Johanna had kept sending him food and water whenever he needed it. He smiled thinking of her as he walked.

*beep* *beep* *beep*

His ears pricked up at the sound. A package! no.... A letter... As soon as it was close enough, Lucas grabbed it quickly and tore open the letter. The paper had crumbled lines in it as if someone had crunched it up and then reopened it and tried to mend it back smooth. He read the words, his heart thumping. There was a sentence that was crossed out and Lucas could barely make out the words. The only thing he got out of it was "for your family." Johanna was probably trying to tell him to survive for his family. Lucas sat down against a hedge and re-read the letter over and over.

Doing amazing. Try harder. If he was doing so amazing, shouldn't he keep doing what he was doing? But then he thought, what exactly was he doing? He was trying to get out of the maze, which seemed impossible to do. At times he often wondered if this was a game the GameMakers were doing to him. Where they purposely making him lost? He wasn't sure, but it was possible that Johanna would run out of sponsors soon. What if he just starved to death? He scoffed, if he was lucky he'd starve to death. 

Lucas looked down again and read the letter once more. Why had she crossed out that part of the letter? Why would she do that? And why would she even send the letter? They had already talked about the fact that he would try. But he had told her it would be difficult for him to kill someone, in fact pretty improbable. He folded up the letter and squeezed it in his hands in frustration. What was he supposed to do!? He wanted to scream out in anger, but his brain told him to keep calm. There might be others nearby. Lucas pushed his head back against the hedge, it wasn't even hard enough for him to hurt himself with. Lucas tucked the letter into his pocket and stood back up. There was nothing he could do but get out of the maze, maybe that's what she meant by try harder. But honestly, he didn't know what else to do but keep walking. Maybe there was something he was missing?

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