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Elana Trotyle (FD7)
My panting slowly turns into heavy breathing. Jay and I sprinted away from the Cornucopia and into the forest. On the floor near the Cornucopia, Jay found a water bottle.
That turned out to be empty.
Empty. Really? I feel like raising my head and yelling at the sky. I know the Gamemakers will hear me.
So will the rest of Panem. It has been several hours since we've been running, and I'm exhausted. Jay hasn't broken one drop of sweat yet. My throat is on fire; it thirsts for some water to quench the blaze.
But at least we're alive. Of course, I hope I just didn't jinx that.
Thud. I fall to the ground as I clutch my stomach, yanking out the knife that so carefully pierced it. The knife clatters on the ground. Jay kneels beside me, her hand over my wound that is seeping blood, her head turned towards the direction from where the knife came.
"Why so worried, my dear Jay?" Tiger slips out from the shadows, his eyes gleaming with excitement. In his hand he clutches five knives. I wonder where he got them.
I grit my teeth as pain shoots through me. Jay stares coldly at Tiger. "Why. Are. You. Doing. This. To. Me!" she snarls through clenched teeth.
Tiger lets out a malicious laugh. "Why, I thought I had made it clear. Extremely clear. I love you."
Wow. Well, thats a surprise. But there's not enough time to be shocked by that. Right now I have to concentrate on surviving.
"But I don't love you." Jay replies fiercely. "So please - just leave us alone."
"I've let go of my lovers before," Tiger says, his lip curling. "I don't want to lose you."
Jay takes her hand away from my wound. I wince when I see how red it is. "I can see why some of your former girlfriends dumped you." she says, standing up bravely, unarmed. "Because you're a jerk!"
And, without warning, Tiger reaches over to Jay and heaves her up, comfortably putting her on his shoulder. She's screaming frantically - biting, hissing, snarling, kicking...trying to get free.
And I can't do anything about it, because my vision is turning fuzzy and I'm afraid I can't walk anymore. Tiger laughs and turns to look at me.
"Enjoy the afterlife, dahling," he whispers.
Everything goes black.
Voltaic Nosa (MD5)
Aoife, Glace, and I are scaling the candy mountain when the hallucinations begin.
It first starts with me feeling a sudden burst of anger. Raising the long stick I collected, I aim it at Aoife's eye, attempting to puncture it.
Her hands let go of her own stick and her hands fly up. "What are you doing?" she snarls aggressively.
At first, I don't know. I just growl at her and raise the stick even higher.
But thats when I collapse, and the hallucinations begin for Aoife, and then Glace.
We're laying on the ground for a couple of minutes, still, before we start fidgeting and taring at each other. My teeth hunt for human flesh, nipping at both Aoife and Glace's eyelid, ear, and shoulder. Glace rips at my arm. Aoife decides to feast on my leg.
After that, everything turns upside down. Aoife's eyes are bloodshot red and are staring at me with pure hatred.
When the hallucinations finally stop, we're all mangled and bloody, several of our body parts missing.
I sit there, clutching the food and water supply we so quickly snatched, listening to the cannons fire. I didn't expect the Hunger Games to end this way.
Crystal Lumen (FD6)
I'm hiking through the meadow with sweat pouring down my face.
Roman, Slade, Violet, and me made it through the bloodbath. Its been a few hours, and we've finally reached the meadow. Roman reckons he can find some grain here to make into bread, and so does Violet.
I have no objection - since we didn't escape with the food or water supply, we're all famished and parched.
As Roman and Violet set to work, the cannons begin to ring. I listen closely to hear just how many tributes died during the bloodbath.
Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom.
Eight rings. Eight tributes dead. Eighteen tributes left to play.
I lay out splayed on the grass, feeling my stomach growl with hunger.
Thump. I look to my right and see Slade lying next to me, his eyes closed. He looks peaceful. Almost too...peaceful, for a guy like him. I know his personality. I do know it.
...or do I?
A few hours later I hear three more cannons. I can only wonder who they belong to.
Then the screaming starts. Slade's eyes fly open and I look up to see Roman and Violet getting violently stabbed by one of the Careers.
I think its the District One male. Slade reaches for my hand and we start sprinting, no matter how hungry or thirsty we are.
Roman and Violet's cannons fire and I can feel the tears start streaming down my face.
At least they're together.