Chapter 14
Sooo... I already know who'll win, but I still need you to vote on my new poll, to see how I want to write the last chapter (and whether or now I want to make an awesome sequel).
Sooo... read on!
"Chariots, everyone! Get on your chariots!" A lady with neon yellow hair cheered. "In order, please!"
Everyone hopped onto their chariots, some waiting until the last minute.
Leo and Heather stood, standing side-by-side in matching suits of armor. Leo towered over Heather, but they wore matching smiles.
Iona and Finn held hands, dressed in their shimmering clothing. Iona petted the baby Jabberjay on her shoulder, the Jabberjay flexing its broken wings and squeaking quietly.
Brent and Sunny, dressed in leaves, stood as far apart as possible on their chariot. Sunny caressed the horses while Brent stared at a chariot ahead of him.
Willow and Beete were involved in an intense staring contest with a bejeweled dagger sitting on a bench. Dressed like the moving ocean, some tributes behind them started growing seasick.
The chariots raced into the blinding light, the crowd roaring around them.
Dammit. Just-, Happy Hunger Games.