Female - Sarah Jane, 26. Victor of the 63rd Annual Hunger Games.
"The Reaper."
Sarah twiddles with her thumbs, looking down. It takes minutes but finally, she gazes up with her one green eye. The other, covered in an eye patch from being lost in the arena. That is not the only mark left on her body from her time in the arena. Her skin slathered with scars and marks. "I don't know what to say," Sarah mumbles.
This behaviour is what made her out to be forgotten among not on the Capitol citizens but also the tributes. The only one actually paying any attention to her was her brother who was the male tribute from District 12. Most people disregarded her. Slating her as one of the first dead.
Sarah brushes her hair from her eye. "I'm going to try my best." Sarah talks so low it is almost hard to hear her. "That's all I really can do."
"Aa!" Sarah screams as she swings her sickle. The blade slicing into the male from 12's chest...Her own brother's chest. She rips the blade out. The cannon fires. Showing no remorse she strips him of all supplies before walking away.
"I did what I needed to do," Sarah mumbles. "Everyone would have done the same."
Boom!...Boom!...Boom! The next two days cannons rain down almost hourly. Sarah had used a highly toxic poison from the cornucopia to poison the water supply. Each tribute taking a sip died within minutes. Her kill count racking up almost constantly. Despite people dying from her trick with the water she still ventured out to hunt for tributes Battling them in gory and bloody fights. Fights she always came out the winner as.
Sarah goes back to being quiet. Her shoulders pulling inward, her head lowering, twiddling her thumbs to occupy her time.
Left with only one tribute left. Sarah faces off with the female from 2. The two swing their weapons, blood splattering everywhere, flesh and bone breaking and tearing. The two resorting to clawing at one another. The female from 2 digging her fingers into Sarah's eye and ripping it out. But Sarah slams her forward, ripping open her stomach.
"I wasn't looking forward to being picked." Sarah references her reaction to being chosen at the Reaping. Her head held high, no emotions on her face. When asked why she seemed almost eager, Sarah just shrugs her shoulders.
Male - Jack Coal, 26. Victor of the 65th Annual Hunger Games
"The Beast."
"I volunteered because I couldn't wait to get back into the games." Jack smiles. He appears to be someone from District 7. Having messy hair and bushy beard — A common look in 7. His eyes are a cool blue. The tips of the wings of the eagle tattoo he got on his back well in the Capitol are seen cresting over his shoulders. "Those games are really the only way to make me feel alive. Sitting at District 12 with the sounds of machinery and the smell of oil gets to a person. Least in the games, I can have some fun."
During the 65th Hunger Games, Jack was responsible for building the largest outline alliance in the history of the games. Eight people all as one versus the career pack of six. For the first few days, the games were slow, boring, the Capitol craving more. When the anticipation got too much, the Capitol forced the two alliances together and let the slaughter begin.
"Of course I made a big alliance." Jack says almost arrogantly, "Kept everyone from turning on one another too. I was a born leader. And if anyone of them turned on us I would've just killed them."
The two alliances clash on the ground by the cornucopia. The blood spilling on the grass. The people hacking away at one another. But it is Jack that steals the spotlight. Something breaking inside of him as he goes berserk. Not only attacking the careers but also his own alliance.
Jack ripping apart and slaughtering anything in his wake. At one point, even spending close to three minutes stabbing a dead tribute over and over again. A significant time spent in a twenty-three minute battle between fourteen tributes.
Riddled with wounds and blood. A crazy look in his eye. Jack slaughters the last standing tribute, his own ally. Leaving Jack as the last one standing among the crowd and the victor of the 65th Annual Hunger Games.
"I think people will know to watch me now." Jack smiles. "Now that they seen what I am capable of in that arena. I am sure the bets will be piling up on me."
Our final tributes! So two chapters will be devoted to the train rides and then we will have the tribute parade. So from here on out we will likely be flying through the chapters.
What do you think of these two?