Taking a break from the arena for a bit, here the mentors for the Districts who are now out of the running for the Games. Three, Seven, Nine and Ten. We will go back to the arena and there has been a little time skip of three days. Most of the tributes went into hiding after so many tributes lost their lives so they have been in the arena almost a week. However, this takes place the same time of the previous chapter. If you sent your tribute a gift, they will get these next chapter. BTW there is a poll on my profile to see who you think will be the victor and you can review who you want to be the victor. I hope you enjoy this.
Sebastienne Rasheed, District Three Mentor
It was unfair. Sebastienne has seen many mutts before these titans but at least with the other mutts, the tributes had a shot to escape. Even the most skilled would fall prey to their large hands and oversized teeth. Teje was gone too soon, Giacoma had gone into hiding after her death, locking herself away in her room and refusing to come out. Sebastienne sat alone with Lujza Darejan, mentor for District 5 when Daniel was caught. He wanted to scream, call it wrong and maybe even smash the TV. The blonde haired boy had always had a bad temper and on his first year as a mentor, he did such a thing when he watched his tribute burnt alive. But now, after so many years ten years of doing this job, he just learned to keep it in until he was alone in his room.
When Daniel's cannon sounded, Sebastienne rose from his seat, Lujza halting the cheering on of Lux and Andalusia to give him a quick, sympathetic look. Sebastienne paid no attention to the man and exited the room before the tears could escape from his eyes.
It might have seemed strange to an outsider, less than two weeks ago, Sebastienne had not clue whoTeje Blair and Daniel Bo was but less than two weeks ago,Teje and Daniel were living their lives, without the knowledge that they would soon be dead. That is what frightened him, this time, two weeks ago, Teje was most likely building a robot and Daniel was, well, being Daniel. They most likely made plans for today whether it be school or a job but now, they were both gone. One torn apart by a mutt and one killed before she even had a chance. What frightened him even more, though, was the fact that in two years, no one would remember them. They would be ghosts of the past, just two more dead tributes.
Gerhard Liboria, District 7 Mentor
Gerhard shifted awkwardly in his seat when Heavenly's cannon sounded, the whole room turned to look at his reaction. He had purchased live streams of the girl to make sure Noah never touched her, not that there was much he could do if he did. However, when she died, not even waking up as the smoke slowly smothered her, everyone turned to look at him to see his reaction to his only hope being the tribute he hated so much.
Gerhard had to admit, he did not want the boy to die, he was slightly unhinged but he wasn't insane. Sadly, he didn't have time to react because a few moments later, Noah was engulfed by the wave, filling his lungs with the salty water. Pyrus showed up on the screen, the number Seven going dark behind him as he announced that District Seven was out of the Games. Gerhard left after that, not wishing to be around the other mentors as they hoped and cried for tributes that would never come home.
When he entered his room on the Seventh floor, everything seemed eerily silent. Gerhard was the only District Seven Victor so he was always alone but it came in handy when he wanted to take out his frustration on the things around him. When he walked out of the elevator and turned to his room, he caught sight of an Avox silently stood in the corner holding a letter tightly in her hands. Gerhard took it from her and enter the room, locking himself away for the rest of the night. He knew straight away from the fancy writing on the front of the envelope that it was from his sister, Maria, but what was written inside made his heart jump.
Dear Brother,
I feel the need to write to you after Noah's reaping, hopefully, this gets to you before his time in the arena. He did not rape me. He caught me cheating and broke up with me so I made up a lie to get myself off the hook. I know what I did was wrong and I am so sorry for turning you and the whole District against an innocent man but I didn't mean for him to be reaped. I mean, I did at first but not my whole life is full of guilt as people cheer on his death when I know he has done nothing wrong.
Again, I am very sorry but please don't hate him or be hard on him, just please get him back home, for me please.
Love, Maria.
Gerhard read the letter one more time before scrunching it up and throwing it in the bin next to him. He then tore a lamp from the wall and threw it against the floor.
Roberto Salli, District Nine Mentor
Enoki could have won. He was the only twelve year old most mentors had ever seen that had a fair shot. He was smart, cunning and willing to kill. Roberto never liked him when he lived in the Districts but as a tribute, he was a shot at victory for Nine and a chance for Roberto to step down as mentor. He could have done it too, if it was not for the wave.
Like the mutts, Roberto though the wave was childish and unfair. A tribute could fight against a rabid dog but they could not fight against a large wave. With Enoki's death, District Nine also lost their chance at another victor. Kirelle could have made it too, she just trusted Shelly too much. Taking on a career is never an easy task and even if she had been able to get the trident in time, Poseidon would have still overpowered and killed her. It was a fate she could not escape.
Roberto had lost two strong, potential victors in a matter of days but to the District, they were just losers. Unless you came home alive and with food, money and gifts, you were forgotten, the only people bothering to turn up to your funeral being your family. Once you were in the ground, you became a number, two more numbers added to the overall loss of children from Nine. Enoki and Kirelle didn't mean anything to nine now so while there families grieved, nine would carry on, over time, the two names becoming wiped from existence.
Amira Mellan, District Ten Mentor
It happened too fast for Amira to react to Daston's death, it was not like Indy's death were Lujza had to cradle her as she screamed for Selena to stop. However, when the rocks fell on Daston, no one was expecting it. As the camera focused on the blood trickling from between the rocks, Amira still hoped that Daston would crawl out from under the rubble as the victor. After Indy's death, she knew it would be another year where she was not freed from the hell of mentoring but Daston offered the hope that she would not have to be alone for the rest of her days.
When Lujza burst through the door to her room, his brown eyes falling on his fiance, Amira knew it was over for another year. She looked back up to the screen and watched as the glowing Nine went out behind Pyrus, the announcement of District Nine being out of the Games once again.
"I tried my best," she whimpered to the white haired man. His usual cocky aura was replaced with one of concern for the woman he loved as he sat down next to her, pulling her into a tight hug.
"That is all we can ever do," he sighed, clearly thinking back to his own tributes he had lost over the years. Considering he still had a surviving tribute, he would usually be cheering them on but every year, when Amira lost her tributes, he would come to her comfort, staying by her side until she felt better. "Come on, you will feel better around everyone else," he said, helping her to her feet and leading her down to the victors lounge.
