I Understand If you all completely hate me for not posting a chapter for I think over a week now. Well guess what... I don't give a shit!... Well yeah I do care... Sorry. Well Ive Been really busy! School started Wednesday and I've been busy cause im in a lot of smart classes and there is a lot of work even though its only the 3rd day of school and I am expected to know everything and I'm really tired. So yeahhhhh don't hate me and I'll try to get as many chapters out as often as I can. Now for district 3!
Solomon Smith (D3) 15 POV:
3 more laps. Breath. Hold. Breath. Hold. Breath. Hold. Kick! 2 more laps. Breath. Hold. Breath. Hold. Breath. Hold. Kick! 1 more lap. Breath. Hold. Breath. Hold. Breath. Hold. Done! BREATH. I get out of the pool using the same ladder I have every day for the last 12 years. Yup I've been swimming since I was 3. I love it more than anything else, well almost everything else. Ive been training for the hunger games since I was 10. Why? Why the hell not? I always wanted to be shown as a strong icon. What? No, not for my family; for fame! All I've ever wanted was to be seen by all of Panem as a super awesome super smart celebrity. Fine call me shallow all you want! It's not like your opinion matters, it's the opinion of the masses. I'm gonna be a star! My strategy? Pshh I'm just gonna go up to the leader off the careers and stab him right in the heart; it's on the left side right? Well either way he's gonna fall straight to the ground and the ret of those careers will just follow me blindly. I'll use them and then I'll kill them all. Its gonna be sick! So the escort walks up and says some random girl's name and some random guy.
"I volunteer!" Guess who that was. Well up I went and down will go the other tributes.
Elektra Spark (D3) 17 POV:
Blood everywhere. Why is there so much blood? Look left, look right, blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Dead people. That's what all this blood is from, the dead people. 36 dead people. 36 different bloods. Each blood unique. Then the wave comes. The wave of blood, more like a tsunami.
"GAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSPPPPP!" I woke up in a cold sweat. "God Damn It!" Every night is the same since the first time. Every month I get a letter. The letter has a name and that's it. Just a name of an innocent person. A person I have to kill. Yeah well that's what the organization tells me so that's what I do. The organization is basically the mafia in districts 3 through 6. I work for them as the D3 assassin. It's my fault. All of it. My mother was sick and she had said her goodbyes but I heard some doctors talking about some medicine that they use in district 6 that could help her but they weren't gonna do anything because we weer poor. I needed her to be helped. So I followed the doctor into an empty room and I broke 3 of his ribs. I was angry at him. Why aren't we worth the same treatment as anyone else? Well that was a mistake. He snapped my arm in half. It was brutal. He just started laughing at me.
"Wow you got me a bit. Your pretty good." The doctor was laughing still.
"What! I break your ribs and your laughing!" I shout clenching my arm.
"Ha don't think into it too much. Listen all you need to know is that I can help your mother If your willing to help me." My face went blank.
"Yes what do you want me to do!" I answered frantically.
"Don't agree until you know what your in for." He then went in to tell me the truth behind who he really was. He said his name was Frank but still this day I think he was lying. He said he was impressed with my skills. He said the cost of saving my mothers life was to take another. So I agreed without hesitation. He gave me a name. Tiffany Trishan. She was 27, and she had a kid, he was 2.
Yeah so it was the worst thing I've ever had to do, but I had no choice it was for my mother. Then the next month I got another letter. Janet Ricardo. The kid. Why did I get another letter, I thought I just had to kill her and my mom would be okay. So I took the letter and I ripped it up. Then the end of the month came around. My mother was struck by a car as she was leaving the hospital. She died instantly. At her funeral I was given another letter. I opened it and it read: Don't Ignore Us! Janet Ricardo. I cant believe it, I didnt kill Janet so they killed my mother. I hate them, but I can't do anything about it. They might attack my dad or my brothers or me. So every month for the past 3 years I get a letter and I kill who ever is on the card. I dont care as long as my family is safe no one is safe from me. Not even my closest friends. So now ever since that night when I spilled the first blood I have the same dream. The tsunami comes and drowns me in blood. Every month with the new kill, more blood in the wave. So I live my life to the best of my ability.
Then came the day of the reaping, my name was called. So I walked up and a thought appeared to me. What if I died? They would have no reason to hurt my family and I wont have to kill anyone ever again. Thats it! Die! I don't deserve to live anyway. I just can't make it obvious or everything is not gonna end well for my family.
I know I know it sucked. I'm just so tired D: This literally took me 2 hours to write. I really liked these tributes too. Well thanks to Tribute_Trials (Elektra) and David Noklevername (Solomon) for the tributes that I completely butchered. See you soon.
Conman418 :s
