Shogo Hara- D4-18
Gizmo Torrance- D3-18
Vera Busuttil- D4-16
Vextrix Webb-D11-17
Floki Grimm-D4-18
Theo Kasius-D2-18
Hunter Duchben- D1-18
Erwin Jackson-D5-18
River Summers-D7 - 14
Lottie Parker- D2-15
Duchess Snow
I raced down stairs, as fast as my little legs could carry me, my blonde hair bouncing as I did so. The early morning sun was streaming in through the wooden blinds that were more for show that to keep light out. The rays of light bounced off the marble floor and lit up the large room and my father who sat at his desk, looking over some paperwork.
"Daddy!" I cheered, slipping slightly on the final glass step. My father looked up from his work and offered me a warm smile as he placed down his red colored drink. I ran full speed towards him, hopping my long, silk dress wouldn't get caught around my legs and leave me in a heap on the floor. I skidded on the smooth floor until I reached my father's desk, sitting in the over sized, white chair across from him.
"There is the soon to be birthday girl, did you do the list I asked you to complete?" He chuckled, leaning forward and pinching my cheek. I nodded, out of breath, and handed him a crumpled up piece of paper with ten names written on it in crayon. I watched with fear as my father read the list, frowning at some and smiling at some others.
"Can you bring them all back?" I whispered as he placed the list in his work draw before turning back to me.
"Of course darling, anything for you," He sighed, pulling out a small map. "Is this arena okay?" He said softly. I looked over the designs and smiled from ear to ear. They were beautiful. Although, even if they wasn't, I don't feel I had a choice in the matter.
My father nodded, placing the design back in his draw and sending me back to my room. Even at ten years old, I was the luckiest girl in the world and those ten tributes were about to be the luckiest teens ever too.
Vextrix Webb
My mind felt like it was full of smoke and was made out of stone. I made a small groan as I forced my eyes to open despite the bright light. I squinted as I tried to get a clearer look of the blue haired men in white lab coats that looked over me with pride.
Not this again. I wanted to think I had won but unless Frankie's arrow in my body and the insane amount of blood loss somehow killed everybody off, I doubt this was the waking of a victor. I clicked my tongue at the doctors before turning away from them and the bright light.
looking off into the darkness, the dancing patches of light making it hard for my eyes to adjust. My brown eyes searched for Peppermint and her usually depressed self, slumped in the chair in the darkness, her hair stuck to her face with sweat. Instead, a tall, looming figure watched me from the darkness, two dark eyes glistening in the low light.
"Frankie?" I said shakily as my vision came back, allowing me to see the dark skinned boy better. The gigantic boy walked out of the shadows and towards me and I couldn't help but feel fear. I was all healed but the places where his arrows shot me started to sting and I wanted nothing more than to run away from him before he killed me again. I scrambled backwards, falling off the bed and onto the hard stone floor.
Frankie watched on, like his mind was somewhere else as I crawled along the floor towards the door until the doctors pulled my thrashing self back towards the table.
"Please, don't make me go in there with him again," I wept as they flung me on the table, strapping me down like I was some sort of crazy person. It didn't stop me though, I forced my hands up causing the leather to cut into my skin as they fastened the strap around my neck. My body shook with a thousand emotions as tears fell from my eyes, my throat sore from screaming. Frankie looked on as he slowly moved back, away from my outburst.
"I am not going back in with you, I won, I am your mentor," he said coldly as if the pain he caused me didn't happen. I stopped my protest and looked at the tall boy, my face red and tear stained. I hadn't even thought about who won my last Games. You would think it would be the first thing that came to mind but I guess I never cared that much, until now. I didn't know what was worse, going into the Games with my killer or being mentored by him. Either way, at least I knew he didn't hold anything against me and he was a better mentor than Peppermint.
"I am off to see Vera, now," Frankie said, breaking the silence as he walked out the room. I felt my heart sink at these words. Vera was back to? Aside from her being the trained career, she was close to Frankie, I wouldn't be surprised if he ended up mentoring her instead of me. Or he might even try to get me killed off so the women he loved could live.
Frankie only wanted one tribute to win these Games. And it wasn't me.
Vera Busattil
"Frankie," I laughed, jumping off the metal hospital bed and into the lovable giants arms. He tightly pulled me close to his chest and rested his chin on the top of my head. Despite his lack of emotions, he was still warm and his heart beat like a steady drum. Even for my fourth time, being brought back to life still frightened me and Frankie was the only comfort I had.
"I am so happy you won, you get to live, you are out of his pathetic resurrection cycle," I mumbled into his green, loose fitting top that exposed most of his chest. I was happy to see they hadn't changed him too much. A clean up was the most he got and that was all he needed. In fact, he didn't look older in the slightest.
"How old are you now, Frankie?" I said softly, looking up at him with my icy blue eyes. He looked at me for a few moments before pushing my face back into his chest.
"Eighteen, you have only been dead six months," I said as he pulled me over to the bed and sat me down. I guess he was older than eighteen, he should have been thirty-six. Heck, I should have been twenty-seven yet I still woke in the body of a sixteen year old, never growing old. My brother is old enough to be out of the reaping by a year, yet I hadn't seen him since he was eight years old. Waking up every few years for a few weeks before being killed again, you don't realize how much of the world you miss. If I hadn't had volunteered with Whyte, I could have been married and had kids, Whyte could have been the mayor of District 4 like his dad. I doubt his dad was even still Mayor, it was eleven years ago. I wonder how many people from school think about me, I doubt it, I only had myself to blame. People like Frankie deserved victory, they never wanted part of the Games. Myself, on the other hand, trained and volunteered for them. I got everything I deserved.
Although, if I hadn't volunteered, I would have never of met Frankie and understood what true love was. It wasn't a rose garden or a status, it was going through pain and sadness and still caring about each other. It was jumping in front of the one you loved to further their own life. I failed when Frankie gave me that chance. At least he didn't fail when it was my turn to save him.
"Do you have anyone this year?" I asked as he lifted my head and looked me over, making sure that I hadn't been injured in my resurrection.
"Yes, but she isn't my priority, you are," He said, pushing a strand of my blonde hair out my eye. His words touched me but I couldn't help but feel sorry for his tribute, not having a mentor, or at least one that cares for your survival, in the games must be a hard blow.
"Thank you, but don't you have to mentor your own District tribute?" I asked as I cupped his face in my hands. "Who are they anyway" part of me hoped he wouldn't say it was Apollo. They had dragged that boy out of his grave enough. He died before Frankie, his only purpose now was to break down Peppermint.
"Vextrix Webb, I doubt she wants me there anyway," he said, placing his over sized hands on mine, making them look childlike. Even with no emotions, I understood what he meant. No one wanted the person who killed them mentoring them. I know I wouldn't want Rapture or Desiree mentoring me. However, Vex always struck me as the type that would place life over fear. So Frankie was just refusing to mentor her if that was the case.
"My life is only complete with you," He said like he was reading from a set of instructions. I knew he meant it though. I wanted nothing more than to win. The Capitol knew of our romance, they would allow us to get married and be together. I could even have children like the one the first resurrection took from me.
Although I felt sorry for Vextrix, I wanted that life more than anything. If that meant playing dirty, so be it.
Gizmo Torrance
"Bitch," I grumbled as I pulled the covers around my head so only my face was visible.
"Because she outsmarted you?" Beete said from the corner of the room. He looked bored out of his mind. I guess you lost hope in resurrection tributes after a while. I looked over to him and narrowed my almond shaped eyes at him, pulling the cover tighter around myself.
"That wasn't outsmarting, nothing that she did have anything to do with being smart, she was being petty, I didn't kill her darling electricity-",
"Electra," Beete corrected me as he took another sip of tea.
"Eh, same thing," I sighed, falling backwards on the bed. I looked up at the ceiling, the flickering light above my bed even seemed to mock me. Of all the people to get killed by, why Desiree? At least the first time I died, it was bad ass. Last time I was killed by a pissy teen who was convinced her friends bad luck was my fault. I should've seen it coming, Desiree would have never wanted to do something like we had planned, all the signs were there. Note to self, don't trust anyone, most of all, tall people.
"Did she win?" I asked, frightened to know the answer. The idea of her living made me want to scream. Same with Apollo, he was a nice guy and I guess I liked him the most out of our alliance but I was willing to bet anything that Desiree let him live over me. It was hardly fair, the dude could hardly tell a scribble from a blueprint.
"No, she was killed by Frankie after she killed Vera by mistake, Frankie went on to win," Beete said in a monotone voice, I got the feeling he didn't want to be here. Then again, did anyone?
"Respect, I will be sure to give him a high five when I see him" I laughed, sitting up on the bed, my energy back. Frankie might have had another revenge act like Desiree but at least his made sense. He didn't go kill someone innocent for a death caused by someone else.
"Do you always hold a grudge?" Beete asked with a sigh as he took another sip of his drink.
"Only when they kill me," I replied with a smile. I had never experienced this amount of hatred and anger before. Last time I was killed by a meteorite. I couldn't go on hating rocks. However, while the thing that killed me still had a chance of breathing, I felt competitive. "Who is back then?" I asked, lifting myself off the bed and trying to stand for the first time in six months. I was a little shaky.
"Shogo Hara, Floki Grimm, Theo Kasius, Vera Busattil, Hunter Duchben, Lottie Parker, River Summers, Vextrix Webb and you," Beete said, pausing to make sure he has got everyone. Only ten and two Games in the same year? All were fairly similar in how they came across to people so maybe they were Snow's favorites? Nah, Snow wouldn't say who his favorites are.
Most of them were males and the females were not brash. Well, maybe Lottie. She was the only one that didn't fit. Maybe a female? Attracted to the guys wants the females as friends? Whoever it was, I was flattered they picked me.
I looked up towards the flickering light above me and smiled. Desiree might of out-killed me but I was still smarter than her. It was Gizmo's time to shine.
Shogo Hara
I looked over to the boy who was sat a few feet away. His green eyes looked back at me like he was surprised to see me. I wish I could say I felt the same but I was confused more than anything. The boy was well built and must have been at least six inches taller than me. He could have sneezed and killed an arena full of kids. It was almost hard to believe that the good looking, dark haired lad wasn't a victor. However, he wore the same blue, hospital gown I did and was in a hospital bed just like me. A victor would never be placed in such clothing.
"What Games did you die in?" I croaked as my throat muscles got used to speaking again. The dark haired male looked away from me and cleared his throat.
"I died in two, 39th and 40th," He said, swinging his powerful legs off the bed and onto the cold floor.
"So I missed a resurrection Games, huh?" I mumbled to myself as I looked at the plaster on my hand that covered the place where the IV catheter had been. I always hated needles so I was glad they have done it while I was asleep.
"Two I think, there was a non career resurrection Games, my second games was only a career game," He said bluntly as he started to walk round the room. At least he was polite. A career Game must've been horrible, for someone like this person to die, the hounds of hell must've been realized on the tributes. The victor must have been made of steel.
"How did someone like you die two times," I asked, still trying to wrap my head around a career and non career game. I wanted to know the victors more than anything, there was no point asking about who won his Games, maybe if he was in the final two but otherwise, he wouldn't have a clue.
"First one, it was a dinosaur Arena, I died fighting off a bunch of terror birds. Nubu Sanders from Twelve won those Games," he replied as he opened a cabinet full of medicines and proceeded to read the labels. "Second, it was some sort of military arena, I saved my ally Whyte Roberts from being killed. I don't know who won that one but I hope it was him," He paused at Whyte's name as if he was thinking of something he had forgotten up until that point.
I wasn't sure who Nubu Sanders was but the idea of Twelve having a victor was strange but I was happy for them, I just hoped this Nubu dude was a good mentor. It was even more strange to think about someone saving Whyte from death.
Whyte was an average height career with curly brown hair, tanned skin and dark, chocolate brown eyes. He was arrogant, sexist and overall not really a nice person when you thought about it. He was my ally in my last Games and even Vera didn't take a blow to save him and they were childhood friends. Maybe he changed after being resurrected again. I never liked Whyte but I hoped this person didn't give his life for nothing.
"I don't think I would able to give up my life for an ally," I sighed, looking around the room for our mentor, Shelle. It would be nice to have some questions answered.
"I know, I watched your Games, you was willing to kill all your allies for you son," He didn't sound full of spite, he said it like it was just a simple fact. Which it was, I left them in danger hoping they would die so I wouldn't have to kill them myself. None of them mattered as much as my son, Kanu. He was my world.
"How many years has it been?" I shouted, forcing myself off the bed and towards the door. At the least he was about fifteen years old, I had already missed everything important in childhood, he most likely didn't even remember me. What if he became like them? Star shaped teeth and cat eyes? The dark haired male looked at me with sorrowful eyes as closed the cabinet.
"I am sorry, I don't know-,"
"It's the 43rd year," A red headed woman sighed as she swung the door open and walked over to the chairs at the side of the room. So Kanu was seventeen years old. He was only a year younger than me now. If he was in the District, he would have been old enough to be reaped. Thankfully, his popularity when I was reaped was enough to get him adopted in the Capitol. Better than being an orphan back in District Four. He might of even been a career. I hadn't seen him since He was seven, he was four when I died the first time. His mother died in childbirth and my family were all gone. I was all he had left.
"Oh, before you ask, Kazuo Braun won your last Games Shogo and Ava won yours Floki... Frankie Disney from District Eleven won the non career Games," The pretty women said as if she had pre-planned everything she was going to say. I was hoping Hunter won out of the final two, I was surprised he didn't, I always thought he was the stronger of the two. How Ava won a Career Games, I don't know. She always seemed so mild and timid in past Games. I wasn't shocked about Frankie winning, I was shocked he even died first time, Vera must've been over the moon.
"How... How did Whyte die?" Floki asked, his eyes glazed over as if he was flowing with guilt.
"Second place, Ava cut his neck open," the red-headed women said as if she was treading on eggshells. Floki looked angered by the news. Weather he cared about Whyte or just that his sacrifice was in vain, I didn't know. Although, slicing throats open, Ava changed a lot since I last saw her. Either that or she started drinking from the fountain of luck. One questioned hadn't been answer though.
"Where is my son, red-headed women," I snapped stumbling over the last three words as I realized I didn't know her name.
"It's Careen, I won a few years back, and I think they have plans to have you two meet soon," she said, her green eyes glaring at me. She would have been about seven, Floki about ten when I was reaped. I might of even passed them both in the street and I wouldn't have known. They wanted to be there though. I didn't. Neither did Kanu and when I won, I could finally be the father that Capitol took away from him.
Theo Kasius
"Are you okay?" A man with green skin and diamond covered lips asked me. My head thumped as I closed my eyes to try to make the pain stop. I whimpered slightly as I cradled my sore head. "That's just a side effect of the process, rare it happens but it's not bad"
"What process?" I groaned as the man examined my knee. The last thing I remembered was the feeling of my insides bleeding as foam spilled from my mouth. No matter how hard I tried, I was unable to get my lungs to work as I stumbled round camp. Angelo looking proud of himself as me legs give way and I tumbled to the ground. I can't even remember hitting the ground. I knew I was dead though. There was no chance that I could feel that amount of pain and not. Killed by my ally, someone I trusted. The way he killed me wasn't that of a career, it was that of a coward. Some outliers had more spines.
If I was dead, that could only mean one thing though. This was resurrection Games. Every few years, they would pick a few tributes to come back from the dead and have another chance of winning the death Games.
"You are a new clone, you are the only first timer, the first clone is always the hardest to create, the others won't wake up with this pain," a man with no lips said, the constant smile making my stomach turn. I always assumed they did it by clones but I never understood the process and I doubt they would tell me. It must have been new technology otherwise I am sure Snow would've used it by now.
"So, I am not me, I am just a clone?" I asked, burying my face in my pillow and away from the light.
"No, your mind is yours, we just cloned the body, we imprinted your memories back onto you," Another man with yellow skin piped up, quickly elbowed by someone stood next to him. Guess the technology must have been used on enemies for years, you could change anyone's memories, good way to win a war.
"Up until this morning you had the brainpower of a newborn baby, only knowing you instinct and how to make noise, nothing else," The green-skinned man sighed as he moved to my elbows and started bending them. If he wasn't from The Capitol, I would have already punched him in the face.
Authors Note: This is based of LadyCordeliaStuart story 'Calvary Road' and not all the characters are mine. I have permission from the submitter's of Vera, Shogo, River, Lottie. If anyone has a character in this that they don't want, just let me know and I will remove them. Just so everyone knows, I don't take credit for all the characters and the story idea. This will be an ongoing story and the next four will come next. This isn't cannon in Lady's story, hence Erwin Jackson being a fallen tribute here but a victor in her stories. I will be happy to answer any question's in the comments. This is just a bit of fun.
