I changed my mind! Tomorrow, there will be no deaths, but your guesses still count. It will be the day after tomorrow. I just received a few ideas, and got some myself, thanks to the help of Bowserboy :). Thank you so much. It won't be the way you planned it, not exactly, but it will be something. So tonight's the night after it all happened, the chaotic scene today. So finally, the tributes are settling in, and welcoming, the first week in the arena, and I have a feeling soon enough, it will end. Almost two weeks likely, when it ends. I'll be sad :( The next day, will be quite uneventful, no deaths, for the first time :) Anyway, I really hope you enjoy this little segment. And a big thanks to laralulu, and Bowserboy, you are some of my best reviewers, and of course Serpent's Ballet, and the rest of you. Remember the offer I made you! :)
Conner Sun:
We sit around camp, not talking about today's events. Jules finally came back, right before we ate. We now are eating some cooked beef, berries, and some sandwiches, which Jules made. I'm surprised he can stay sane so long, with that look in his eyes. I can't say I feel bad for him, because of course, it would his choice whether or not to take it badly, the death of one of our team members. I decided to think of it this way, she died, that's all people. But somehow, I do feel a little bit bad, about losing a great fighter. Thalia Constellian, who's spear was lost after she threw it at that girl. I didn't see it afterward. Perhaps it was blown up by the explosion. Something tells me, it could be of use to us.
Nobody talks. Everyone stares out in the open, as if they were electrocuted. They do feel bad. It's nighttime, and quite late. Soon enough, the anthem will be playing, the faces will appear. The boy from 3 died today, and Thalia. That makes eleven of us left. It's going quite quick for the Gamemakers, I suppose, and if it ends to early, they risk the chance of being executed. But if it goes on too long, it's the same, so it's not easy, or at least to them. For me, all I would need to do, is press buttons, to make people die, or to bring them together.
They were probably satisfied with us anyway, and I don't foresee any tricks so far, but I add it onto my list, to kill both the remaining allies of that boy. It seems sensible to me, it's like avenging Thalia, and getting out of the Games quicker.
So far, these Games have been very boring for me. Nothing to see, nothing to do really. No twists, nothing too amazing. But now, I'm sure they'll come up with something. Usually, something like a feast, or a party, or something like that will happen. But it doesn't seem to occur here.
"I can't believe she died this quick" Lalya mutters, under her breath "It seems kind of weird, doesn't it?"
I hate her for saying that, Jules head immediately turns up, angry, but holding back his hands, from her throat. I shake my head. These are my allies, who can hardly stand to be around each other.
Layla Thompson:
The events of today, are still ringing in my head. I can't say they affect me fully, but I still feel some visible pain in my stomach. Watching that axe enter her throat, it was so real. Not like tracker jacker venom, but it was real. I look out in the sky, hoping for the faces soon. They're not emotional, or anything, just to show who died today. And to show that they died. I can't tell, if it's a tribute to them, or if it's just something to tell the players, that they just killed one more person. It's not hard for the audience. They watch from their TVs, and they see them fall, die, they hear the cannon, and know who they are. We have to wait until nighttime.
"How many are left?" I ask Conner, not daring to look at Jules, who looks rageful.
"About eleven" he grunts, as he lifts up our dirty weapons "I'll go put these away"
And he disappears into the jungle. Not wanting to be alone with Jules, I slip into my tent, and am sure to close it, because you never know what they'll bring you.
It's nice and hot inside the tent, which is almost good, compared to the freezing cold. It was extremely hot at day, but now it's nice, and a bit cold even. I guess the best thing about hot days, is the nights, whereas cold days are bad both at day, and at night. Never a time for yourself. I remember some good times. My friends and I, rallying up some kids to play with us in the Square. We played with flashlights, shining on each other, if we heard them. Now, would be the perfect time to play it, if I wasn't around this type of company.
I try to calculate who's alive, which is the most entertaining thing you can do, with two allies who refuse to talk with you. Let's see. Conner, Jules, and me. That makes three, now eight more. I knew many of the tributes, watching them. The two from 8? Bea and Abe, the friends, or even lovers, who knows what they're playing on? But Bea said in her interviews, that he would be a half-a-day hook-up, so I bet they're just allies, either that, or they figured it out. Oh there's only so much more.
Lilith Adler:
I look down, unable to face Aaron, even in the brisk night. We're both back-turned, eating some of that meat, and bread. It's a good combination, simple, but good. Suddenly, I hear a whistling. I get up, suspicious, but then pipe down, as I realize it's the anthem.
"Lili?" asks Aaron, moving closer to me.
"Yeah?" I respond.
It's quite unusual that we're talking, after how we've treated each other today. I admit, I was a bitch, but I had also went through a lot, so I get some credit.
"Are you alright, Aaron" I ask suspiciously.
He nods.
"Like I told you, it was a temporary thing" his voice is soft, but has an edge to it "Don't worry about it though, I'm fine"
Suddenly, I feel the sky brighten on top of me. I try not to look up, see the eyes of his killer, but I am forced too. Even I have to admit she looks beautiful, in a green dress, with her hair done nicely, staring out with extreme caution, but of course, radiant beauty. I look away.
"How can you stand to see her?" I ask Aaron.
He looks down.
"I'm quite tolerant Lili" he tells me "Even if she did kill him"
I then look up again, but her image has disappeared, and his takes over. I'm dazzled, how actually amazing he looks, in his electric blue suit, his dazzling smile. I never thought of him as handsome, but that's exactly how he looks now. Moonlight, electrocuted, and handsome. Three completely different things. It holds for a second, and then it's gone, out of the world. Tears enter my eyes, and without warning, spill down my cheek. Let them, I'm not putting on a brave show for anyone.
"Look" murmurs Aaron.
I raise my head, and suddenly, something flows down. No. At least three, four things possible. The knife wound in my back hurts more. A gift. I stand up, but Aaron's hand draws me back down.
"What is it?" I ask.
Suddenly, it touches the ground, and my hands go for it. Surprised when I touch something. Paper. I tear it away, expecting something other than what I see. A message.
Lilith Adler, Aaron Dait,
Thank you for taking care of my son
-Mr. Sue
It's not a gift from my sponsors, or the Capitol. It's from him. I look up to the sky, with more tears than ever, and whisper, as though it goes with the wind.
"Thank you"
Jules Eade:
All I feel is emptiness, at all that's gone on here. I don't know what to do about, for the first time in my life, this isn't a matter of killing, fighting, it's the matter of mourning, and grieving.
If Lyon died tomorrow, I wouldn't even care. I would say, such is life, which is true. But I would not mourn, not care one bit. Yet, when Thalia died, I felt something different, the need to avenge her. I don't know why, or when, but it happened. And to me. Grief. Something I never experienced truly in my life. I look up to the sky, and remember her radiance, and elfness in that green outfit. Did I see her on the chariots day? I don't remember. I had just got to the Capitol, and volunteered, like my father wanted me to.
"I'm back" says Conner, as he walks in.
I don't respond, instead I bow my head. Conner looks at me strangely.
"What's up?" he asks.
I shrug.
"Nothing"
We both look at each other, awkwardly. Conner never even spoke to me before, without wanting to kill me. So, this feels strange, no doubt.
"I'll take first watch" he tells me.
I'm about to respond, when I realize how tired I am. That's not my weakness. My body is in perfect shape, ready to attack anything that comes across me, but my eyes aren't. They are dropping slowly. I haven't slept for two nights in a row. I look up at Conner.
"I'll take second" I tell him.
He nods, and then it's silent, I look back at the horizon, before everything disappears inside my tent, and I zip it up, feeling more empty, than I ever did before. The tent is enclosed, and small, I would rather sleep outside, but I decide it's for the best, not to see the trail of blood, coming from the explosion. I lay down, on top of the sleeping bag, surprised at how soft it is. I never felt much softness in my life, really. Anything I ever handled, was sharp, tough, strong, and bumped. But here, I guess I have myself, in a way. I turn around, and face the other side of the tent, and allow myself to sleep.
Abraham Van Alst:
Imagine yourself trapped in a cave. Now imagine there's some food, but no one ever comes near your sight. Suppose them coming, just allowed you to live. That's the exact predicament we're in, except we have food. But not for long, and if anyone gives us a sponsor gift, it will get us more stings, and Bea doesn't want to do that anymore. Our backs are red, and oozing, because of the cave water, which seems to heal our backs, but not in a gentle way. I went through a lot of pain today, and I need no more. We now both sit here, staring out into the open. It's a warm night, with a sense of humidity, but I sincerely doubt it will rain, especially with the consequences.
"Abe?" asks Bea.
"I'm here" I respond.
She doesn't say anything, but I feel her hand on my shoulder.
"Are you okay?" she asks.
"Why?"
"I don't know" she confesses, sitting down "I just feel very strange, and I thought you might feel the same way"
"What do you mean by strange?" I ask her.
She shrugs, which I can see.
"I don't know, like I'm microwaved or something. I feel so weird" she then pressed her hand against her forehead.
Well, I'm no doctor, but obviously she thinks just because I work, I am a doctor. I turn towards her.
"Are you sure?" I ask.
She nods, and her voice becomes raspier.
"Maybe it's the Capitol. They want me sick" and then she stops.
"But does it hurt?" I ask.
She shakes her head.
"Nope"
"Get some sleep, you'll feel better in the morning" I tell her.
She nods, and turns away, and her head falls against the sleeping bag. If I were her, I'd get inside, but of course, we are different. I guess I am tougher, having been out in the world longer, not living in a fairy tale world.
"I'm still worried" she murmurs.
I sigh. Of course she is.
"Just don't' worry" I tell her, and even manage a little smile "It's all fine Bea, we're not in the worst case scenario, we have food don't' we? Sponsors! I wouldn't worry about being sick, if you are, they'll send something to you sure enough"
She nods, but I can tell she doesn't accept it. It would be a little hard to, I'm sure.
Bea Nuova:
I try to convince myself, that he is right. That it's all going to be fine, but for some reason, it doesn't' strike me as real. I'll always feel guilty, no matter what. I turn my head away, so he can't see me. My worry. I really do feel sick, with my stomach, going in all sorts of directions, feeling I'm just about to explode, but things seem so different now. I guess I just don't know how to handle it. Back home, I never had to handle anything, it seems like everything was gone before me. All responsibilities were my fathers and my mothers. And my mother hated me for it. Hated me for being who I am. I wish I could tell her now, that I really don't care anymore. I'm sorry about it, no doubt, but I can't change it.
I haven't seen anyone really die yet. I did see the boys , who died on top of each other, but that's' really all. I remember almost dying myself, believing I was dead, the second that boy from 11 found me. But he allowed me to live, which proved just how virtuous some people are. Or were. Before they came here. I was, and I killed somebody. Thinking that, still brings pain to my stomach. At what a mistake I am, and how horribly wrong, it was to toss me in here, resulting in people's, not through skill, but through fails. And no matter how many times I fail, someone will always have to pay the price. And I hope, one day, it'll be me, although it seems kind of miserable.
But it's true. Everyone's paid the price, even Abe! For my carelessness. Those tracker jackers are after us, and it's my fault, not his. I can tell, I don't need anyone to stare at me, and tell me. Abe is silent, and I am too, thankfully. I just want to sleep. Just to sleep, and forget about this. I think about home, and tear up. There's no way I go back home, see my parents again. My mom didn't even speak to me in the visits. Instead, she told me good luck, and left. My father hugged me, and I think I could see tears in his eyes. He always loved me, and I'm thankful for him. But never Mom, she never cared. Yet I was blind to realize it.
Mara Mason:
However long Kiy holds on, is a mystery to us. But she doesn't' take good use of it, and learns some more hunting from me, and we get to know each other a bit. I don't realize how little I know about her, until she tells me, about Jay, and his friend, and time they went dancing. And I tell her about my friends, Willow and Natalia. All in hopes of defeating the purpose of the Hunger Games.
"I wish I could hang on as long as possible" murmurs Kiy, unhappily clinging onto her pot.
"You can" I tell her "If you can remember that you were steady, you can hold on"
She looks at me, as though she's sure I'm just lying to make her feel better. Well, I wish she knew I wasn't much of a liar, because if I was, I'd be in better places now. At home. I was reaped, I know that, and I wonder how my family is putting up with it? Are they sad? Maybe. Excited? Maybe. I don't know. I mean, it would be kind of heartless, to not miss a family member, but still… I look at Kiy. It seems like everyone misses her at home.
"I can see so many bizarre things when they're up" she tells me, looking away "Like my siblings, stumbling, but they're not dying" she looks up at me "Any ideas?"
Nope. In fact none. But I don't say so, because I don't want to upset her.
"I guess it's just some Capitol illness" I tell her.
She shakes her head.
"Well that's not obvious at all Mara" she says "I'm sure it was just some, you know, common disease"
"Common" I reaped "What disease is common?"
"You think I am"
We're both silent for a moment, and I shake my head.
"Kiy, if I thought you were awful, which isn't so unreasonable" I then grin to show her I'm joking "I wouldn't have carried you back here, I would've left you out there, where you had fainted, and you might've died, but I don't think you're that bad Kiy, to be honest" I then lower my voice.
She looks at me, and I know what I said, is awkward for both of us. Kiy seems to have a gift at getting through this, and just shrugs.
"Well, don't be asking me anything tomorrow" she then blows out the candle "Chances are, the answer won't be good"
Aria Charin:
I'm beginning to wonder if I should have an ally after all. It is a bit late in the Games, but I can't help but think that. I walk along the trail, at night, going to the stream I had found, with my stuff. I plan to hike there, drink some water, and get to bed. I'll strap myself in a tree again, I think I found a good one, where I'll balance. I try not to make too much noise, because no one ever knows who's out here in the jungle. If I were a normal kid, I'm sure I would be afraid, but I was raised in the night, running away from my home, with my siblings, so I'm not afraid.
Still, it would be good to have an ally, I mean, someone to send hunting, or look out for the food. Besides, good allies, have your backs at good times. If Nate lived, if we both lived, I would've asked him to be my ally. He's trustworthy, I can see it in his eyes, handy with a bow and arrow, I've seen him train as well, and his score was seven. It may not be amazing, but it's still a good score, almost one of a Career. Besides, what do I have? With my best skills, which is hiding, I got a six! Worse with weapons, I'm sure. So I guess an ally would be good.
But there's also bad allies, ones who trick you, steal your food, kill you in your sleep. Believe me, the community home makes us watch the Hunger Games each year, and there's lots of Careers like that. And people who aren't Careers. The road scrapes against my feet, and it feels very weird. But I am too lazy to lift them up when I walk. I will have calluses in the morning.
Before anyone goes and judges me, I've walked all day, back and forth, and drank all my water, but got some more at the stream. The good thing about arena water, is that it's actually drinkable, and good to drink, in fact. It's not like lake water, which you have to cook it, to make sure it's able to drink from, it's fake, completely clear, like most of the stuff here.
Aaron Dait;
It doesn't take much, to realize that the Capitol doesn't care for us, or for Gary's death. They'll be cheering on our killers, sure enough. But these many gifts…and all from Mr. Sue, it's just amazing. How someone so poor, could try so hard, to keep us going, to keep us living. I am very thankful to him, and because of this, I'm going to do everything in my power, to help Lili along. It's more for her, than for me. Because who was the one whom Gary saved from death? Whom was his partner all along? I joined them by force.
Now, I feel better from the attack of the darkness. My hands are almost steady. Lili still lays there, and tries not to cry. Her eyes averted. I remember that grateful look in her eye. We have a treatment cream pan, worth twice as much a normal one. We have a medium sized food, and also a tent now. It's as if we're renewed in quality of a camp. Since then, we hiked a little, and found a new spot, perhaps not as good as the old one, but I know, nothing will be the same.
I'm very grateful too, and I know, if I win, or if Lili wins, that we'll be sure to mention Gary. He was mysterious, no doubt, with a kind of air, that made you pity him. He was sad, obviously, but he liked Lili, a lot. I remember hearing that she reminded him of his sister, who also died in the Games. Mary Sue. I might remember her. I try to think. There's no one with the same name, so it must be easy. Besides, who names their child Mary Sue, or Gary Sue? I don't know, maybe it was a joke, but I know, by these gifts, his father must've loved his son a ton. To spend so much money, on just this. For us. Lili looks out.
"Do you think they'll come back?" she whispers fearfully.
I don't answer, instead I stare out at nothing, but her voice adds a new edge to the Games, suppose they do come back? Will we be prepared? There's three of them, and two of us, but we're the ones in home position, and they'll be the ones coming to us. I look at Lili.
"Then we'll just have to fight back" I tell her.
Kiy Everblossom:
I'm scared now, thinking about my pill wearing out, being forgetful again. But if Kiy is right, I guess it means good for me. Perhaps I can remember, maybe I will, but there's always the other chance, that maybe not. I look around. We're both on the same sleeping bag, not in it though, because of the heat. I feel her back against mine. Neither of us, like the smell of breath, so we turn away from each other. Off the sleeping bag, is okay, but the ground is hard, and allows a bad back tomorrow, so it's not the best thing to go with.
I suddenly feel klosterphobic, cramped, crushed, and up against my ally, and it's very uncomfortable, but we've slept like this every night, so it's not easy. Besides, it gets a better result, than sleeping on the floor. I try to calm my insides, as they almost panic, but I can't hide the feeling. After all, my body is still leaning over the side.
Suddnely, things go through my mind, which annoy me about myself. My hands are dry, which feels so weird, and very annoying too. My lips are chapped, like they'd send us with chapstick here, All my skin, is aching and dry. My feet hurt, from walking, my brain is dizzy. It's just a long list of things to be annoyed at.
"Please stop twitching" Mara's muffled voice tells me "You're scaring me"
I want to tell her off, shove her off the edge, but I calm myself, somehow. It's not good, considering I know I may die soon. I begin to render music in my head. Back home, everyone sang. In District 11, no one is perfectly white or blonde, like they are in District 1, the majority of us are dark-skinned, with black hair, well, I'm not dark-skinned, but I do have black hair, and so does Cienna. We have a tan, usually from playing outside. Our mother was dark-skinned, so we heard, but my father was from Distict 10, and had quite pale skin. They usually have brown hair over there, and pale skin, and mostly blue eyes. I guess each District has it's main features. Brown eyes are also common in our place. Other than that, I really don't know about the other Districts. I really don't pay much attention though. That can result in whipping.
Reyce Ansilen:
My dream is simple, I'm in a meadow. Nothing happens. There we go. But suddenly, I hear something, which makes me jump, literally, and my eyes are open. It's not the best thing, to be pulled out of a good dream, when there are so many nightmares to go around. But I am sure I heard something. I am sleeping up in a tree, and it results, in my fall. It feels weird, to fall at this rate the ground. I hid with a thud, and everything goes silent. For a second, I think someone found me. I stand up, shakily, still bumped up, but not exactly hurt. I look around, with my sight all blurred. Nothing.
My hand reaches my knife anyway, just in case. I remember Conner Sun, and his way of finding me. I say their faces in the sky tonight. Thalia, Gary Sue from 3. But most of all, Thalia. Perhaps they died fighting. It's sad, that pleasure can be taken away so easily, at the touch of a hand. I guess I do feel bad for her, she was in my favor of living. I then sit down. Maybe it was just he wind. Well, likely enough it was just the wind. But then, I hear more shuffling. I stand up. What is it? Suddenly, I'm scared. I'm alone, and scared. Why was I reaped? Why me of all people? I was only a little kid. I'm only a little kid. My hand trembles. What will I do if I'm attacked? But who would attack me? There's eleven left. They'll likely be scattered around the woods. Even if the right choice was the break off the Careers, what will it bring me? Misery? Pain? But why didn't I get another ally?
Suddenly, my eyes come to rest on a bush. My heart thumps like crazy, going from my stomach, to my throat, in less than a second. I move forward, when I see it. It's red eyes, glaring at me. I'm about to let out something, a shriek, a scream, when suddenly, it jumps at me, my face. I can feel it's claws, slashing across my forehead. I begin to run. It's not a mutt. Not even close. It's a squirrel, but nothing like I thought it would be. It grabs my leg, and I feel it's teeth sinking in. I shout, but no words come out, and suddenly, I fall, straight into a hole of a cave, head first.
Anyway, there you go. Little section, like I said. The night is always small, but it allow character development. Anyway thank you so much to everyone, for coming this far, I'm glad you enjoyed it, because everyone knows it makes an author proud to make people happy, and sad. I can't wait for the next chapter, and the new twist. Remember! TOMORROW NOBODY DIES. I was going to have three people die, but then I decided against it, because I received some hard work. I hope you guys like it. And you can still ask for clues, like the ones I gave in the begining, of what will happen to a tribute. And guess the victor! It's likely not going to be who you imagined it to be, but I'm sure you'll get it soon enough, anyway, here.
Conner Sun: He's doing better than most of his allies, but he's sort of sympathetic at this part.
Layla Thompson: She's tried to comfort Jules, who won't speak. But now, she realizes things are worse for the pack.
Lilith Adler: Although it pains her, she really does miss Gary, and wonders if it's all her fault.
Jules Eade: He's touched by Thalia's death, whether he really liked her or not. Let's hope it doesn't cause some real heat between the pack.
Abraham Van Alst: While he's close to Bea, as far as allies go, he can't really bring himself to truly become friends with her.
Bea Nuova: She's trying to convince herself, that Abe is right, and that she shouldn't worry, should she?
Mara Mason: She wonders how Kiy will be like tomorrow, if she'll hang on, just for her.
Aria Charin: She's wondering, if it was a mistake, killing Nate, but she's stronger than that.
Kiy Everblossom: Her pill has calmed her,but she's not entirely sure it will last.
Aaron Dait: He and Lili have seen some heat today, with all the commotion, but he wants to make it up to her.
Reyce Ansilen: So, he's wounded, and entrapped into a cave, and worries again, but this time, for a pefectly good reason :)
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