VICTOR
Hi! Jack here, and as you can already see, my SYOT was removed. But, however, I can write well still with the Tributes entered, and I want to give a BIG thankyou too all the people for their contribution.
Here are the Tributes in Victor:
District 1 – Luxuries
Male: Tiger Vine
Female: Selena Baudilarp
District 2 – Masonry
Male: Callias Latro - made by Little Pink Neko
Female: Alana Slate
District 3 – Technology
Male: Technik Bolt
Female: Sparka Flame
District 4 – Fishing
Male: Fynn Courtal
Female: Kai Dylans
District 5 – Electricity
Male: Isaac Spark
Female: Electra Lightman
District 6 – Transport
Male: Cody Lightyear - made by starglimmer14
Female: Kira Byke
District 7 – Lumber
Male: Lindel Barker
Female: Beede kennedy-North
District 8 – Textiles
Male: Connor Thread
Female: Lacey Yarn
District 9 – Grain
Male: Barric Zea
Female: Cleo Spade
District 10 – Livestock
Male: Tim Flank
Female: Gael Mink
District 11 – Agriculture
Male: Martin Willow
Female: Flora Rose
District 12 – Mining
Male: Greggory Stone
Female: Brooke Undersee
I hope you enjoy my Fanfic! And please, constructive criticism is welcomed. All haters will be ignored, no matter what you say.
It's funny, really. How one person can dream where they are the hero, the best, the one no one can beat, not even the worst Mutt, or the deadliest Carreer. Those incredibly powerful dreams, everyone loves. But the next moment, when a person wakes up, they think, how can a small, insignificant person like me stop something so huge? And they simply don't believe that they can. I never thought like that. I'd try, yes, like hell I'd try, to get things to work, no matter what possibilities. Heck, I think that's why I'm in this position now.
I'm always the person who doesn't stop believing.
I stare at Alana, waiting for her to slice my life away, with her muscled, strong arms. There are people around me, well, at least six or seven people, screaming for me to run, to escape. Hmph. Whats the use? I can't run with a broken leg. Alana races down the hall into the large room. I stare as she continuously sprints towards me, 20 meters, 15 meters, 10, 5... but then she slows, lowering her battle-axe, walking the last 4 meters she will ever take.
she stares at me, as though I'm some confusing puzzle, and says, 'Why aren't you cowering, or running? You are so close to your pathetic death, and you aren't scared!' We stare at each other in silence for what seems like ages. When I feel as though it has been long enough, I throw my head back laughing, and say, 'Because, Alana Slate, you are only a piece in the capitols games, and a part of all the of Panems nightmare!'
'What are you -' Alana could never finish her sentence. There was a dull scream, a blast from a cannon, and Alana fell to her knees. I stare at my hand, which was now covered in blood from when I stabbed Alana, and salute. That three-fingered salute. All the people's cheers turned to screams when the earth shook like an earthquake.
Then the Minotaur came.