Honorer les Morts

Amaryllis "Bambi" Nichols-District Ten

The lights switched off, leaving me in the dark. Why did I just sit here after the interviews? Why didn't I leave with the rest? Oh yeah, Cedric said he loved me. I remember. Was he just playing to get symphony? I'll test it in the morning, by walking up to him defenceless at the Cornucopia. Surely it was just for show. How could he love...me

I stand up and force through the darkness. I see the distant embers of the Training Center. Who did it and why did they do it? They probally hated these Games just as much as I did, but I wouldn't stoop that low. I wonder who would go that low. I whistle, hoping somone would hear me. Nate opens a door, letting out light. "Why didn't you come?" asked Nate.

"Well, I am very sorry someone commited love for me!" I say.

"Just c'mon. Tommrow's the Games. You can tell him you love him tommorow. Chop, chop time for bed" said Nate.

"Why should I trust you?" I ask him.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"Why should I follow you through the dark?" I asked.

"C'mon!" he said, dragging me into the building.

Lucan Karave-District Five

Alota rested her head on my shoulder. Tommorow is the Games. Today is the last peacfull night we have together. We sat on a couch in the lounge. I sigh as we re-look at the training scores. I made a seven and Alota made a five. Ha, like our district. I could tell she had drifted. I hold her tighter as I re-watch the reapings. Mine haunts me.

I am diffrent. I have done somthing no one ever does in my District. I've been training like a Career. My sister won the sixth Games, and ever since she's been training me to win these Games.

I walked downstairs in our Victor Village home. It was just me and Maloni, as our parents died when I was five. I knew I was strong. I knew I was fast. I knew I could win these Games. I just knew it. I wonder who my competion will be? Nah, I'll beat them anyway. My sister smiles at me as I enter the kitchen. "I have your favrite" she said, putting her arm around me.

"Thanks" I say starting to eat my eggs. I chomp down some bacon while I was at it. I made sure I was full. I mean, how many people from Five Volunteer just to be in the Games? No one, that's who, so I had to look my best. Me and Maloni finished up and stood. We walked silently to the square, both knowing I was never coming back.

Once in the square, I met with my age group. I looked ready. I breathed in and out. Some Clue girl was picked. Alota volunteered for her. Next, an eighteen year-old was picked. I quickly volunteered.

And this is were I am now.

Quil Mickson-District Twelve

I stood on the roof of our rooms. I stare at the stars. This is my last night to be me. I move from the railing and take a seat. The smoke from the Training Center still fills the sky. It glows orange. There's going to be nothing left of it. The sword instructor was teaching me French. Honorer les morts, n'oubliez pas les morts, les morts sho-vous des soins. I pretty sure I got that right...

Jocelyn walked up, tears running down her face. "What happened?" I asked.

"You knew that Heureux was injured by the bombs?" asked Jocelyn.

"Yeah" I replied, "I visited him this morning"

"Well, did you see the condtion he was in?" asked Jocelyn.

"They said he'd live" I said. She slightly shakes her head. "Y-you mean..." I started.

"He died during your interviews. He said you were fantastic. He wanted me to tell you.

"NOOO!" I roared, jumping at the force field. I hit the ground and black out.

Basilia Walter-District Eight

What happened with Quil? I heard him scream but...why? I know Heureux was injured and they were best friends but...oh he died? That clears it up. Well, day before the Games, blah, blah, blah. My story starts that night.

I ran to my tube and was lifted up to the Arena. It was time. After the sixy seconds were up, I noticed the arena was lava. I screamed. I can't swim. I see other Tributes swim through the lava. Maybe it's just colored. I jump in, to feel fire on me. I scream. The liquid fire fills my lungs. It was pain beyond pain. Soon, the fire ceased and I was in a meadow. Was it over? No. A bird flew up and drilled my throat out. Did I die, no.

Next, I fell off a cliff and landed in an accid pit. My flesh scortched away and I walk out as bone. I wake, to find it the morning. The morning of the Games.

Wow, two foriegn named chapters in a row! If your wondering, it means: Honnor the dead. Tell me why I named it that, and you'll get a sponsor point! Now, startr signing up to sponsor! The Games are next!

~Derek