The Representative Tributes/Tributes of District 1-12: UPDATED according to the last chapter's declared deaths!

District 1: Percy Jackson & the Olympians – Percy; Annabeth

District 2: Lorien Legacies – Maren (Six)

District 3: Mortal Instruments – Clary

District 4: Inheritance – Arya

District 5: Lord of the Rings – Legolas

District 6: Divergent – Four

District 7: Twilight – Edward

District 8: Unfortunate Events – Violet

District 9: Harry Potter – Harry; Hermione

District 10: Maze Runner – Thomas; Teresa

District 11: Narnia – Peter

District 12: Hunger Games – Peeta; Katniss


CHAPTER 11: Cure

Clarissa 'Clary' Fray from The Mortal Instruments

They were walking through the forest. The sun was already high above their heads. The shadows of the trees were enough to shelter them from the heat.

Clary was looking ahead of their path which appeared to be an undetermined and uneven road that was full of fallen leaves. The shadowhunter wasn't bothered though. She was continuously walking through it while hugging her Container, eyes were steady. She was thinking of the past and of the future. She was simply confused, mind was unready to continue the game though she had finalized that she would go on no matter what.

"Clary..." That voice broke her trance. She turned to the demigod behind her. His green eyes were looking at her face. Percy was smiling slightly. The demigod continued as he stopped from his track, "This may work." He handed Clary a strap made of knotted grass.

Clary stopped as well and looked at him for a second. Then, she accepted the strap. "What's this for?" she asked, examining it.

"For your Container," Percy shrugged. "You'd cut the one from your Container, right? I made you a new one." Awkward silence.

Finally, "Oh," the shadowhunter tried to smile. 'So this' the one he's making all through out the walk,' she thought. "A rope."

"No, a strap. A rope sounds different."

Clary chuckled. This time, she was smiling honestly, "What's the difference?"

"Just sounds different. Here…" He came closer and reached for her Container from her hand. Knowing what he was about to do, which was to get her power source, Clary instinctively took her Container away from his grasp. Her mood went back to the previous terrified one.

Percy paused and looked at her face. Clary was avoiding his eyes. She was hesitant. She still couldn't trust him. "Clary…" Percy said. He was calling for her, calling for her attention. The demigod's voice was persistent.

Clary sighed. "Okay." She gave the tube to him.

Percy took the grass strap once again and attached the ends of it to the ends of the Container. "See?" Percy smiled, pleased with his art. He raised the tube above Clary's head and pulled the strap for Clary to wear the Container. "Your arm, Clary," he ordered.

"Wait," Clary looked at him with a face of 'are-you-serious?'. "What's this all about?"

"Raise your arm so that I can wear this to you."

"What?!" Percy just looked at her, dictating. It looked like she had nothing to do so Clary raised her arm and let Percy put his art on her, the steel tube behind.

Finished, he said, "See? It looks just like the one I have!" He clapped and rubbed his palms together. It seemed that Percy had a point. It was made exactly for her.

"Yeah," she laughed flatly, looking at his face which was uneasily close from hers. The distance between them was giving her discomfort. But, on the other hand, it appeared like Percy wasn't taking any notice of their closeness. He was too focused on her Container and too happy about the result of his work. "So the raise-the-hand-thing is all about wearing this?" Clary said while taking a step back.

"Yep!"

"Oh, I see," she smiled widely but with a little bit of irony. Then, she withdrew a serious face, "But, I could really do it for myself, Perseus. No need for your support. You could've just asked." She turned around and continued on walking. She walked faster than necessary, acting like a teenager who had been forbidden by her mother to go out and have a party. She was slightly pissed off. 'Do I really look like that dependable – as in helpless? It's just a simple of 'wear-this-thing-on.'

"Hey!" she heard Percy, running to her. "What's wrong? I just want to help."

Clary stopped on her tracks and swiftly turned to him, pointing her finger to his face. Percy immediately halted. "I'm not weak!" she yelled out. "You don't have to do that!" Her eyes narrowed. "I am stronger now." Yes, indeed. Clary had been able to heal up all her wounds by the help of her runes and after a long, long depressing night of 'I shouldn't have done that', she had been able to recover quickly to continue the game.

Percy shut his mouth after saying, "Sorry."

Clary put her hand down and glared at Percy. Then, her eyes softened. "Okay," she nodded and returned to her pace, leaving Percy behind. This time, she was slowing down. "Thank you, by the way," she added looking behind over her shoulder. "This helps," the shadowhunter. With that, she invited him to follow.

Percy went beside her. "You know you can stop calling me Perseus. Really, Clary. Stop calling me that." Clary just smiled.

The silence between them was comfortable as they walked to their unknown path. Then, all of a sudden, a wind came out of nowhere. It was stronger than the usual wind, yes, but it wasn't enough to alarm them still – or maybe, not yet. It was just enough to ruffle Percy's raven hair and moved Clary's red one out of her shoulders.

Percy halted as well as the shadowhunter. "What's wrong?" Clary asked. She saw him lifted his head to see the condition of the sky. Clary did it was well – as curious as she was. The former clear and bright sky had turned to a cloudy and dark one. She hadn't noticed it change. Since when did it change? "Strange," Clary commented.

"The weather is changing…" Percy said. He turned his head back to look at her. Clary moved her head too and met his green eyes. She continued, "The arena is changing."


Force (Thomas, Teresa, Annabeth, Peter, Peeta)

The Force was still on their spot, had not moved since last night, waiting for Four to return.

"You're such an idiot, Peter…" Annabeth mumbled as he cleaned the blood from the Narnian's face.

Peter's brows wrinkled, "It was Four. He started the fight."

"You let him fight you." Peter was silent. "See?" She rolled her eyes. "This Four is crazy. He ruined your face."

Peter's eyes widened. "Is it really bad?"

Annabeth gave a single laugh, "Worry not. You're still as good looking as the Narnian before. Just a little puffed eyelid. But the half is good."

Peter reddened at the compliment. He had no idea why he reacted that way as well. Feeling ashamed, even though it appeared like the demigod hadn't noticed anything, he averted his eyes from her face. 'Damn, this demigod doesn't know proximity and space,' he thought. His eyes caught the changing heavens above. "The sky," he uttered, lifting his head.

Annabeth hit him on the head by her hand, "Stop moving, silly!" The Narnian was surprised, rubbing his head. "I cannot clean your wound, properly," Annabeth continued, wiping the last stain of blood by a wet cloth.

"Okay!" Peter retorted. He sounded like the contrary. Annabeth glared at him, eyes were like sharp knives wounding his face more. Well, Peter glared back at her. "Seriously, Annabeth, stop staring at me and look at the sky!" It sounded an offense for the demigod.

Instead of following the king, Annabeth hit his head stronger than the previous one. "How DARE you?!"

Peeta, Thomas, and Teresa laughed altogether upon seeing the scene before their eyes. Hearing their mocking voices, Annabeth's face reddened this time.

The Daughter of Athena shot glares back to the other fellow members. Her piercing eyes caused them to stop their laughs.

"All of you are weird, really!" Peter yelled out rising up to his feet while rubbing up his head. Everybody looked at him. He pointed, "The SKY!" Then the Force finally listened to him and shifted their eyes to the dark heavens above. The aura of the arena had changed. A whip of wind blew and passed – which no one could determine how come and where the direction it came from. The leaves of the trees around them rustled. Next, they even heard some thunderclaps somewhere far from their camp.

"What is going on?" Teresa stood up from her sitting position as well, dragging her spear in the process. Then, the other members followed and grouped together, still looking up to the fast-changing sky. The heavens were turning darker and darker as if the day was turning to night.

"This is bad," Peeta commented nervously.

"I think that is common sense," Annabeth replied, snapping her head back. "Where in the hell of Hades is Tobias?!"

"We need to move now!" Thomas suggested, shouting out his words for the thunderclaps were getting louder and louder and even the lightning bolts were getting visible. That was when the wind had gone mad, trying to defy their balance off from the ground. The trees were arching, reaching the low ground – breaking. The leaves were flying to the air. And as for the Force, no one surrendered against it.

"WE NEED TO LEAVE NOW!" Thomas repeated over the wind.

Annabeth turned to him, supporting her self by the tree beside her. Her braided blonde hair was waving, following the harsh wind. "And that means leaving Four. Is that what you want?!"

Thomas was silent. He was hesitant. He shouted, "Then, we'll wait!"

"NO!" Teresa protested, holding onto the fellow Glader. "We'll leave him."

Silence over the sound of the mad wind. They were thinking – deciding. Then lightning bolts came down from the cloudy skies to the ground near them, shaking the still earth. The coming lights around, caused by the bolts, were blinding. The earsplitting roars were breaking their hearings. It was as if the lightning and thunders were coming nearer and nearer towards them.

"FOR ZEUS'S SAKE, WE'LL LEAVE!" Annabeth decided, while covering her sensitive ears by her hands. Another thunder then they set their feet and ran to nowhere, wishing that Four was somewhere safe.


Harry James Potter from Harry Potter

Everything had suddenly gone mad around Harry. A few minutes ago, they had been only walking. Then unexpectedly, the heaven had changed and had turned into a stormy night, less rain. Soon, they had seen lightning bolts which had cruelly wounded the dark skies and created dangerously looking lights.

He saw Hermione drag his collar and push him to the ground to avoid the seemingly alive lightning bolt. "ALWAYS PUT YOUR HEAD LOW, HARRY!" shouted her beside him. Her face, that was close to the ground for they were lowering their body horizontally, was showing mixed emotions of anxiousness, fright, and wariness.

Actually, Harry could no longer hear her words, only a few of them. The thunders around them were getting louder and they were crowding his hearing to the point that he was losing the ability to vibrate sounds inside his ears. All he could do was to mouth read. Hermione was saying, "…crawl… out the clearing…" It was something like that.

Then, his eyes caught the lights behind her. Before, they were like white lines from the dark background then, soon, they turned numerous and greater. The wizard's eyes grew wider. "HERMIONE!" he shouted to the top of his lungs. Too late, they had no time to move. The lightning had already landed right on the background behind.

Sure, his eyes were open. He was seeing white.

Sure, he left his senses activated. He was hearing nothing.

He was thrown away to a tree, hit his back on its body, and landed badly on the dirt. A broken rib, bruised back, bleeding ears; he got all these.

Silence. Harry was not sure if he had lost his hearing completely or only the weather had become still alone. Ignoring this, Harry tried to pull himself out of the ground by his hands. He failed. His arms were too weak. Again, he landed on the dirt – right side of his face was on the dirt.

Then, he noticed that the trees had stopped to bend. The lines of lights were no longer in sight. The area was in complete serenity as if there were no lightning storm just a few seconds ago. And Harry knew it was bad.

Still, on the ground, Harry tried to scan the area. He slid his sight to observe his surroundings – the forest. The woods were dark. Everything had turned to a darker shade. The forest appeared creepier than usual. It was as if he was in the Forbidden Forest, as if he was in a more foreign place and yet seemed familiar.

"Hermione…" he called out and was happy to hear his faint voice. No one replied. Hermione was not in his line of vision. "Hermione," he tried again, panicking.

Shrrrkkk. An irritating sound was heard by Harry. The sound was cold, definitely somewhere inside the woods, which made Harry shiver. The great wizard was alarmed. Shrrrkkk. Another one. Shrrrkkk.

Hearing that repeatedly, Harry tried to rise again. He managed to sit and turn his head from right to left to search for a brown haired witch. "Hermione!" he shouted. Shrrrkkk. Shrrrkkk. Shrrrkkk. "Bloody hell, Hermione, where are you?!"

The forest was silent. The ground shook.

Unexpectedly, the roots of the dark woods before Harry appeared and tore the soil under them – big and moving roots. One by one, they appeared, destroying the still earth.

Harry was simply horrified. The trees in front of him were moving and the roots and their branches were getting nearer and nearer to him hastily – only to his direction. They were like a number of Whomping Willow trees, greedy for his flesh. Harry was stunned. He could no longer move. All he could do was to wait.

Then, "Aresto Momentum!" A fast light was emitted somewhere. The moving roots halted, froze, in front of Harry. That gave the chance for the wizard to freely breathe for a second.

"For Merlin's sake, Harry!" There came the voice of Hermione. She appeared behind the roots and went beside him. "Why aren't you using your wand?" She helped him stand.

Harry stumbled over and over again, trying to stand upright. He was half-shocked and half-relieved from seeing the witch. "I… I…" he tried to reply. He looked at Hermione after successfully standing before her.

The witch's right shoulder was slightly burned. There was a shade of black on her cloth and a single tear on it, revealing her bleeding flesh. Also, Hermione's ears were bleeding.

"I… I am happy you're okay," he muttered.

"I have managed to cast a shielding spell," she smiled shortly.

The roots beside them slowly moved forward. Noticing this, Hermione shook Harry's shoulders, "C'mon! We have to go. They will not remain like that forever." Harry just simply nodded and let Hermione drag his limping body to who-knows-where.

They ran as fast as they could but considering their condition, they weren't that fast enough to completely outrun the spelled roots behind them that had been totally unfroze. Plus, the branches and added trees to the Whomping Willow pack were now chasing after them.

Harry heard Hermione murmur under her breathes, "This is more ridiculous than the Forbidden Forest." At that point, they found themselves running through the turning-alive-forest, had no idea where to run and how to survive as well.


Violet Baudelaire from Series of Unfortunate Events

Giant trees. Giant trees were dashing after them with their claw-like branches and wicked feet. She and Katniss were running away from them.

Violet was wishing for longer legs. She was wishing for a pair of wings. Then, she realized that she was thinking silly things.

Katniss suddenly stopped beside her. She stopped as well. The trees before them were turning alive just like the others.

Swallowing hard, Violet instructed, "Right." Then, she dragged Katniss's arm to a new direction.


Katniss Everdeen from The Hunger Games

Violet was leading her to nowhere. She knew it but she followed her still. Violet was a kind of a leader and she was happy seeing her independent.

Focusing on their way, Katniss turned her attention to the path before them. The ground was terribly shaking, stronger than the first. The massive trees behind were just meters from them.

Katniss was frightened. She had no idea how to react and what to do. All she knew was the adrenaline rushing through her bloodstream, giving her enough energy for her to not feel the pain from her recently recovered left leg. She needed to run fast, faster than what she could do.

Then, the land under their feet rose. The roots of the giant trees were digging under and were reappearing before them. They were trapped. Katniss and Violet were trapped.

They stopped and were forced to kneel for the remaining mass of soil under them was being lifted by the trees around them.

The hunter wanted to scream. She wanted to but she was too stunned looking at the scary giant trees before her eyes. They were going to die. She knew it. Disregarding her fast beating heart, she hugged Violet beside her and covered her being. She shut her eyes and waited.

Waited. Then, nothing.

Katniss was forced to open her eyes and saw the trees around in their still positions, as if they were frozen in place.

"What is happening?" Violet asked, withdrawing herself from Katniss to observe her surroundings as well.

"They stop," Katniss replied, automatically.

"It seems that – AHHHHH!" Violet ended up screaming.

The suspending mass of earth under them collapsed from the hands of the stunned trees, causing the two to descend and land a few feet on the ground.

Katniss had managed to cover their frames and had prevented more damage onto them. But because of that, she found her wrist bent in an undesirable way after. Her eyes went wide and she was horrified. Her wrist was arched backward. She felt deadly stabbing pains from that part of her body going down her spine.

Sitting up from the ground while shaking, Katniss dragged her dislocated wrist in front. She bit her trembling lips while raising his other hand to put the dislocated one in place.

Katniss had only produced one short scream after successfully aiding her wrist, and after that, she collapsed to the ground – eyes still open. Only, her mind was travelling somewhere.

"Are you alright?"

The hunter couldn't grasp the recent happenings. The previous Hunger Games' participants had never experienced such things before – never in seventy three years! And, there she was – a very fortunate real tribute to experience such first thrill and twist in the history of the Game.

"Katniss?" Finally heard the girl, Katniss responded a sound. Violet continued, "We need to go. This is not yet over."


Legolas 'Greenleaf' from The Lord of the Rings

"They halt," Legolas stated, eyes were still on the trees around them.

"Silence is not good. Silence is not good," Arya countered behind him. Her weapon was set in front as well as the male elf.

Realizing her point, Legolas heightened his senses. Arya was right: silence is bad especially if the area is gloomy.

Then after several minutes of sickening and killing stillness, by his keen eyesight, Legolas noticed the small group of pebble-sized stones beside his foot. The stones were hopping as a group, following a beat – two seconds interval.

One, two. One, two. One, two.

He looked at them for a moment.

There was something underground.


Meggie 'Meg' Folchart from Inkheart

She paused.

Meggie paused for a second. "I can't…" she said, talking to the Head Gamemaker outside the glass walls. Seneca was silent, standing with his arms crossed in front of his chest. His eyes were piercing at Meggie, saying, 'You have no choice.'

The Silvertongue swallowed and looked upon the brittle book on the table in front of her. The lights around her were as bright as usual. The air inside the cylindrical room was as cold as usual. But, it seemed everything was different – turned different. She was perspiring too much. Meggie wiped the sweat from her forehead and continued reading.

"At least twenty feet across, the break in the wall went all the way to the top, far above…" she gulped and read the next phrase, "…he could make out passages leading to the left, to the right, and straight ahead. And the walls of the corridors were similar to those that surrounded the Glade, the ground made of the same massive stone blocks as in the courtyard. The ivy seemed even thicker out there. In the distance, more breaks in the walls led to other paths, and farther down, maybe a hundred yards or so away, the straight passage came to a dead end…"

The voice of the Silvertongue echoed throughout the room.

From the monitors of the Gamemakers, waves (sound waves coming from Meggie's room) were being controlled and labeled. They were manipulating the waves and were leading them to the arena. They were directing the waves towards specific locations in the battlefield. They were making – remaking – the arena, transforming it to a more dangerous one.


Legolas 'Greenleaf' from The Lord of the Rings

There was something underground.

"There is something underground…" Legolas voiced out, calling for Arya's attention. The green-eyed elf turned to look at him. Legolas continued, "…something massive and… solid."

Again, a wind from nowhere came and disturbed the still trees. It was creepy. It was a warning.

No one between the two could explain the following happenings after that wind. All that the Mirkwood elf knew was the great movement of the earth beneath their feet that forced them to their knees. The ground trembled. The trees…

The trees were moving once again.

Rising to his feet and withdrawing his best balance, Legolas determinedly took Arya's hand and pulled her to run.

For the first time, he was running without any planned destination. Following, aside from the 'common' moving trees, he heard something massive behind them rise up from the earth. Very curious, he bravely took a glance behind them just for a second. Legolas saw an enormous block of stone, thick and was about twenty feet in height. The earth was giving birth to it and was moving towards them

Swiftly, Legolas turned his head back to their direction in front. "Faster!" he shouted. Then, he felt Arya remove her hand from his and transfer the same hand to hold his arm.

"Yes, faster!" Arya nodded back to him, leveling his speed. After that, Legolas found himself being dragged by the other-book elf to a faster pace.


Edward Cullen from The Twilight Saga

Lightning bolts. Trees. Then, blocks of stone.

Edward ran with his non-human speed as the stone blocks rose up from the ground behind and before him. He turned left. He faced another rising stone. He turned right. Another stone. Thankfully, he was fast enough to shift from one direction to another. But…

Unexpectedly, a stone appeared quickly before him, quickly than the others. By his surprise, Edward stumbled back and fell to the cold and shaking ground.

Dizziness ruled over the vampire. His vision turned blurred. His head was bleeding.

Trees were grouping above him. A single block of stone was moving towards his being. It appeared as if the arena was planning to eat him.

He shut his eyes.


Maren 'Six' Elizabeth from Lorien Legacies

Thirty minutes of changing, the Loric calculated.

Maren stopped from running after five minutes of quietness. She knew, somehow, that the 'changing' was finished. There she was, standing between two blocks of stone with a distance of fifteen feet. Trees, weird ones, were along with her in the middle of the stones. The sky was calming down but not enough to say that it was peaceful. It was still grey and dark.

She walked through the forest trees and let the blocks (which was covered with ivy) from the either sides of the passage guide her to somewhere. She ended up to another passageway to the right. She walked through it and then, to the left.

She paused.

Terrified from what she had analyzed, she breathed deeply. She was in a gigantic maze.


Meggie 'Meg' Folchart from Inkheart

Done. The arena had been successfully remade.

Meggie stared upon the biggest monitor in the Game Room. It was showing the aerial shot, covering the whole battlefield – a circular maze with a center.

The Gamemakers immediately stood up from their seats, clapped and raised their hands, and cheered. They all faced the tired Silvertongue inside the cylindrical room behind its glass walls. They were smiling. Even the Head Gamemaker, Seneca Crane, was clapping lightly. He managed to cast a smile. Definitely, Seneca had gained the positive public feedback because of that 'change'. And Meggie? Meggie was staring at them all, blankly. Soon, she felt her eyelids dropping to sleep. She was too exhausted. Then, she collapsed, head on the table filled with open books.

Everything was blurred. Next, she heard the sliding glass door in front of her open and the fast and heavy footsteps of the people barging into the cylindrical room afterward.

"Silvertongue!" someone called her. Meggie couldn't determine who it was but she was sure that the voice had expressed worries and concerns. 'Of course, I'm their Silvertongue. They need me,' Meggie thought.

Soon, she felt their arms lift her up and withdraw her from her seat. Then, black.


Panem

They – President Snow, particularly – said that it was the cure against a powerful disease. The cure was the attention, the entertainment, and the hope, distracting them from the problem.

The people of the Capitol clapped, shouted, and screamed, making a thunderous noise. They were happy, celebrating, thrilled, and excited. Their eyes glittered, fascinated. They were giggling and yelling out for their bets, for the Hunger Games. They were obsessed and greedy. Joy was obviously painted on their faces, as if they had no problems, as if their world was perfect enough.

Same was in District 1, District 2, District 3, and maybe, District 4.

But in the lower Districts…


NOTES:

Aresto Momentum - a spell to decrease the velocity of a moving object

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