Started out as a one-shot idea, but I think I'll update whenever I feel fitting. Happy Memorial Day!
Idea from Zulera301
(All of this is taking place on Memorial Day of the 100th games)
Amaria's Pov
Waking up has been hard ever since… that day. My brother Liam was killed in the games ten years ago… but here's something interesting. We were both in the games.
He'd lasted until the day before the last day. We were walking through the woods together, when the last remaining Careers lunged out of the bushes.
There were three Careers left, Lark, Cara, and Mask. They were from Districts One and Two; not surprising.
They pulled out their weapons, scaring is into doing so as well. We clashed for a while, then Cara sliced her sword toward my stomach. My life flashed before my eyes, but before I knew it, a cannon boomed.
I didn't know whose it was! I thought it was mine, but I could still breathe, hear, and see. The Careers stood triumphant above my brother's tattered body.
I felt anger surging through me, and I couldn't hold it back. I unsheathed my sword, then sliced Cara's head straight off. I continued to slice into her body several times, not noticing shocked Lark and Mask.
I slammed the butt of the sword into Lark's forehead, causing him to black out. Then Mask ran off, but I threw a knife (that I found near Liam's body) into his back, and he fell over. I stabbed Lark's stomach, and walked off, hearing two cannons soon after.
Later that night, I ran into the last remaining tribute, the male from eleven.
We brawled for several hours before we collapsed out of exhaustion. We both agreed that we should take a break, but I couldn't stop myself from breaking my promise. He was dead two minutes later.
My picture appeared in the sky, along with words that announced me victor. I didn't believe it until I heard the announcer say officially that I was the victor of the 90th games.
Now, I am standing in the center square of District Seven, along with families going down generations to honor all fallen tributes.
Us victors stand on the stage, most of us standing awkwardly. Only two of us (including me), that are still alive that is, have family member that was in the games with them. We're crying, but him less, considering he's a boy; trying to seem tough still.
We all have been touched many ways by tragedy, but still we stand together. We all have an emotional impact on each other, no matter the ages or casualty. We stick together, because we're the ones who won. The tributes we were forced to slay deserve to be remembered, although their families don't want us near them.
We must stand strong, and take down all barriers that halt us in our way.
Here's a tip for all of us:
Stay strong, but keep others in mind. Most actions are out of reflex. Don't take deaths personally. While they are precious people lost, forgive and forget. Just remember the fallen, and respect them as you would like to be respected.
How was that? Emotional? I almost cried while writing that, actually. Let me know what you thought, and suggest another district to do.
Until next time,
~Silver