Hunger Games

こんばんは！！

I had this dream some days ago, I'm pretty sure it's inspired by the Hunger Games. I've been reading the books & finished all three of them in six days, which might be new record. I mean, two days each & they're like 600-800 pages each, but they're just SO good - I recommend them for everyone! They should be read in English though, because they're really amazingly described in the English language. Well, here's the dream - described as good as possible;

I was lying in a dark room, it was hard to see anything, but there was a hint of red light which made the others bloodthirsty eyes look even worse. A little girl, the girl I swore to protect with my own life, only 8 years old, was lying in my arms on the ice cold floor. We were lying there for what felt like hours, before something happened. A bell rang in the far distance, the red light vanished and left the room in complete darkness. The adrenaline rushed through my blood as I heard the movement of the other participants and I knew I had to move before somebody found us. These seconds could mean the difference between life and death. I threw the little girl over my shoulder, grabbed my knife tight and started moving. I moved as silently I could, completely pressed up against the wall. Now and then I heard a scream from the far distant, you could count the people dying, by the difference of their screams. As soon as a scream vanished, you knew they were dead. No doubt. Suddenly a bright light blinded me, I shocked me so much that I didn't pay much attention to my grib around the little girl, but I didn't realize that until it was too late. I felt someone grab her from my shoulder. They put a knife straight through my shoulder right after. The warm blood spread slowly around my shoulder and upper-chest. Full of adrenaline, I followed the screams of the little girl, while I swung my knife back and forth in front of me. Finally, I hit something - or rahter someone - the person fell to the ground with a lot of noise and I was sure I'd hit the his throat. All this happened in a few seconds of blindness. When I was finally able to see again, the man whose throat I had cut wide open, catched my eye. It wasn't a pretty sight, all the blood, the open throat, but what caught my eye was his smile. He wore a nasty smile and he had a satisfied look in his eyes. Why would he have that? The answer was right in front of me. He had the little girl in, what must have been a firm grib before I killed him, she had an arrow pressed through her heart. I almost couldn't bear the thought of her being dead, but if I gave up now she would have died in vain, so I gave her a affectionaly pet on the shoulder and kissed her forehead before I ran. I ran and ran until I was somwhere, I knew would be safe. For now. I must have dozed off, because the sound of hundres of hooves woke me. I grabbed my knife in a tight grib and sat right up. Right in front of me was a big black horse, lookin straight into my eyes. It's rider didn't seem like good news - well, the only good news here, would be that everybody else has just died, so you could go home. I shook my knife and cut the horse across it's head, I didn't like to hurt it - it haven't done anything wrong anyway, but I had to do something - and it worked. The horse balked, which took the rider off guard. He fell of and judging by the way he landed he was surely dead, but to know for certain I took my knife and stabbed him right through the his heart. The feeling of killing another human being didn't suit me at all. It was awful! Just as my knife was deeply secured inside the riders chest, someone grapped both my arms from behind of me & put something, judging from the smell - a potato sack, over my head. Weaponless & blinded, the feeling of being defendless. I couldn't help, but think, why haven't they just killed me? What do they want to do with me?

The smell woke me up, I slowly opened my eyes, only to find out that the sack was in fact still there. How long had I been out? What was that awful smell? The smell of the potato sack was nothing compared to this. I could feel a cool wind and guessed we were somewhere outside, but where, I couldn't possibly know. Finally the sack got removed, the smell got ten times worse and I wished I could crawl back into the sack, when my surroundings caught my eye. About hundred soldiers were standing looking at me, armed with loaded weapons which were pointed at me. To of them lifted me towards the well, where one superior man stood. Guessing by the level of respect the soldiers treated him with, I guessed he must be the man in charge. When we reached the man he raised a han, which made the mass silent and the two other soldiers releasing their grib of me. "You've been alive for way to long" he said with a nasty smile. "We wont just kill you off here and now, that would be too easy, but we have one last task for you - to see if you're worthy of keeping your life." As he said that, his smile grew even nastier and he opened the lid of the well. The smell, which I had though was horrible until now, grew ten times worse and I had to hold my breath, so I didn't puke right here on the spot. "This well is filled with rotten participants" he pointed at the well and looked straight into my eyes, with his black, but deadly ones. "You will have to go to the bottom of it, find a key, go to the middle and unlock a gate, which will take you to freedom." His nasty smile grew bigger and he flicked, which made two soldiers lift me down in the well. The smell was unbearable and I tried my best not to puke. "One last thing," he started while he putted the lid on, "if get hungry - remember you're surrounded by food." The glimse in his eyes as the lid closed was so evil, so intense - that I knew, that the so-called key & gate probably wouldn't be anywhere to be found.

So that was my dream. There will be a 'real' post tomorrow.
Take care <3