Well, ladies and gentlemen, the Cornucopia is re-stocked, and the contestants are on their way. Well, at least the ones going. Emma (District 5), Tori (District 2), and Raina (District 9) have stayed at the camp to guard supplies. Stacia (District 1) also hasn't moved from her cave for the last several hours, so her presence at the Feast is doubtful.
Kelsey and Aimee were the runners for their team. Kelsey had a hatchet, and Aimee her spear. They noticed three other tributes running towards the Cornucopia. Kelsey took on Mariesa, and quickly dispatched her with the hatchet. A cannon scared the others. Zara ran off into the woods, leaving her memoirs and supplies. Aimee grabbed them, then returned home. Katie gathered what she could, then ran away.
A relatively painless Feast, I should think. We'll see what the rest of the day brings.
When Aimee and Kelsey returned to camp, they noticed that Tori was the only one there.
"Emma and Raina stole our food, then ran off."
Aimee brandished her spear. "Let's get 'em."
The three ran towards a clearing, where smoke was rising. They reached the fire, and saw nothing. Tori fell to the ground. "Ambush." She whispered, then died. Another arrow killed Kelsey. Two figures came out of the foliage.
"You wanted us killed? Turnabout is fair play, I suppose." Raina brandished a long knife, and Emma carried a pack of explosives.
"Now...that was just a ploy. I knew she didn't have it in her! Let's be reasonable. Wait...what are you doing? NO! Stop!" Emma pressed a button on the bomb, then stuck it to Aimee.
"You have thirty seconds. Oh, did I mention that if you try to pull it off, it blows up? Sorry about that. Not." Aimee grinned, then laughed.
"Now...that's funny." She ran off, laughing like a maniac. A few seconds later, the boom of the explosive was heard, then the boom of the cannon.
Far from the action, Katie saw the smoke of the bomb rise into the sky. "Best not investigate that…"
The anthem was heard throughout the Arena, and six faces were seen.
Kelli, District 10
Mariesa, District 6
Kelsey, District 3
Aimee, District 11
Tori, District 2
Wow. I've never seen that bomb attack. Revenge is a powerful thing. We are certainly down to a select few. We have Stacia (District 1), Emma (District 5), Katie (District 8), and both tributes of District 9 (Zara and Raina). As we go into Night Six...what will happen? Keep watching to find out!
"Why? What have I become? What have they made me? I'll go back, if I win, and I'll be a hero. But I won't be. I'll be a monster, paraded and wined and dined as a legend. I can't do it." Stacia stood at the top of a mountain. She looked up at the night sky. "YOU MADE ME THIS." Then it was over. Blood poured from her still beating heart. She fell from the mountain as the cannon sounded. "I win."
Katie and Raina had banded together, to gather food for the next day. Raina bent over to pick some berries. "I'm sorry, Raina."
"What?" Raina felt a trident pierce her organs, and she fell backwards.
"There's only a few of us left, and I don't plan on losing. It's better this way."
Cannon.
Zara was lost, and she knew it. She was in a new part of the Arena, and it was unfamiliar to her. The cliff was two feet ahead, and she never knew it. It was dark, and she plunged right over. The cannon fired before her body hit the ground.
Emma heard the shots around her, and realized that there could only be one left besides her. "I could win this. I really could." She tried to tie a bandage around her arm. She had cut it while sharpening her arrowheads. Suddenly, Katie jumped into the clearing where she sat. Emma jumped up, and without thinking, fired an arrow at the assailant, killing her on the spot. The cannon sounded.
Congratulations, Emma of District 5, for winning the Hunger Games. You have brought honor to your District, and to Panem. The odds were in your favor. A metallic voice sounded through the now empty Arena. Emma raised a fist in victory.
Well, wasn't that exhilerating? What an amazing run! And such a turnaround at the end. I'm sure that the celebration in 5 will last for months to come! As always, I'm Caesar Flickerman, saying Goodnight, and may the odds be ever in your favor. So long, folks!
