Hello my wonderful readers! This is the last chapter of the gatherings, and the next chapter will be the big fight at the cornucopia. I'm really sorry if your tribute has died! We'll lose one more in this chapter, and I don't know how many in the fight. Here is the next chapter!
Sparky Triton- D11 (17)
My arm has begun to scab over. It hurts when I put too much straining on it, but it's not going to kill me. I open my backpack and take out a loaf of bread. I pinch a piece off the edges and pop it into my mouth.
As soon as I let the thought that I'm bored cross my mind, I know I'm an idiot. Oh yes, I'm so bored sitting here in a deadly arena with about fifteen angry teenagers out to kill me. It's sooo boring. But I don't have long to criticize myself. I hear a ticking sound. Like that kind of ticking you hear on a bomb. I grab my supplies and my prized sword and run, careful not to ram my arm against a tree. And guess what? That's exactly what I do. I pause and check on the cut to find it's bleeding again. I hear a small explosion behind me, and I'm positive that small flame will set off hundreds of others right beside my current position. I run toward the cornucopia, but my arm is leaving a subtle trail of blood.
Lavette Mandeen- D9
I swear these birds are stalking me. Sure, they're pretty, but who cares about birds when you're in the games? Not me, that's for sure. It's getting dark out. The freaky birds start cawing eerily. I'm probably just being a wimp. These birds aren't out to get me. Then I realize how wrong I was. These birds are mutts.
They swarm down on my head like a hive of bees. I yank my meager supply bag off the ground and take off, the birds following me with loud sound effects. I'm not far from the cornucopia. Maybe I can squeeze inside and the birds will give up. It looks like my only hope. I burst into the clearing to find two guys standing beside the golden horn in a deep conversation. Without thinking I throw a knife at one of the boys. He collapses to the ground, dead.
I realize what I've done as the other boy shoots me a death glare. I hear a cannon sound, and a hovercraft lifts the boy I've just killed into the air. I feel guilty. I race back into the woods, partly because I don't want to face the other boy's wrath, and partly because I don't care what happens anymore. The birds can have me. But they're gone.
Sitka Spruce- D7
"Olive, "I say. Olive turns her head to look at me.
"What?"
"I don't really think this is going to work out."
"Me neither. It's so obvious we don't trust each other." Wow, she totally just read my mind. I shrug, not wanting to admit I don't trust her. She laughs.
"It's okay. I'm not offended. One of us is going to die, and the chances are it'll come down to us and one of us will have to kill the other. I like you well enough, and I don't want that to happen," she says.
"Yeah, that's how I feel too."
"Well, here, you take this backpack and I'll take the other, and we'll divide up the daggers okay?" We do this quickly and say our goodbyes, wishing the other luck. We don't trust each other, but if I don't win I want Olive to. I admire her enough for not joining the careers. She turns around the other direction and walks away.
I head eastwards not knowing where exactly I'm headed, but I've got to go somewhere. I don't get far before I hear an explosion shatter the twilight.
Olive Andrea- D4
I'm beginning to regret leaving Sitka. I know it was the right thing to do, but I don't like wandering around this arena without someone to watch my back. I'm not entirely sure of what direction I'm heading in.
I step on a twig and it snaps. Almost instantaneously, a bomb destroys a tree a few yards away from me. I gasp and run in the other direction, snapping countless more twigs. The first bomb didn't hit me, but the next couple does. I collapse to the ground unconscious.
Bennett Kellston- D5 (33)
I've just been chased to the tall grasses that outline the cornucopia by a pack of crazy mutt birds. I'm fine, although a couple pecked my arm. It hurt a lot upon impact, but its okay now. I don't like to think of what would have happened if I was farther away from the cornucopia.
I hear another cannon sound. I don't know whose death it signals. The night has finally fallen and the anthem of Panem plays. Then they show the pictures in the sky. First is Ruth Connors, the girl from District 2. I feel bad for her. She was a little mixed up, but she didn't deserve to die. Capacitor Ampere from District 3 is in the sky next. He was a decent guy too. The pictures keep flashing by. Olive Andrea from District 4, Rhiannon Lash from District 6 and last is Bruce Jedson from District 12. Five deaths in one day. I find myself wondering how they died, and who killed them. Only now do I fully realize how much I hate these games. I'm ready to put a stop to it.
Vivian Snow
Five deaths today. The cameras focus on each remaining tribute for a minute. I smirk when I realize they're all hiding in the grass outside of the cornucopia. Now all the Gamemakers have to do is make them come out of hiding at the same time. They don't take long. Rain starts pouring down, and the cornucopia begins to glow eerily. The tributes slowly stand up and realize that many of them will never leave this clearing. In the darkness, illuminated only by the dim golden light coming from the cornucopia, the careers are the first to attack. And everyone knows if they run, they'll die anyways. For them, the length of this night will depend on their fighting skills.
Oooh scary! I'm scaring myself now. I wasn't planning on having the fight in the middle of the night, it just kinda happened. Ok, well, at the end of every day I'm going to do a list of all the dead tributes, so here it is:
Liza Andgerson- D8
Emerald Wherton- D5
David LeFont- D6
Harry Billfred- D7
Quin Ertben- D10
Ruth Connors- D2
Capacitor Ampere- D3
Olive Andrea- D4
Rhiannon Lash- D6
Bruce Jedson- D12
That leaves fourteen tributes at the cornucopia.
May the odds be ever in your favor!