STILL ALIVE LIST:
Skyrah Labelle(D1 Female)
Persefone Douglas(D2 Female)
Felix Saunders(D2 Male)
Tyler Kaufman(D3 Male)
Calamity Astrea(D3 Female)
Azurine Bahari(D4 Female)
Algar Black(D4 Male)
Twyla Zahavyin(D5 Female)
Cameron Bordeaux(D6 Male)
Alea Bryce(D7 Female) (i thiiiiink?)
Spruce Ashmark(D7 Male)
Rowan Loranger(D8 Male)
Cornell Wheaton(D9 Male)
Dahlia Rhodes(D10 Female)
Elisabeth Bronzebrook(D11 Female)
Jackson Winters(D12 Male)
Alice Kimminger(D12 Female)
Amil Everret(D11 Male)
We woke up the next day to an extraordinary amount of snow, covering the ground in huge sweeps- my boots were coated in the stuff. My allies...My allies... Then I remembered. I didn't have any allies. I was alone. I cracked my back and sat up, scuffing the ground slightly.
I groaned. For a second I had thought I was back at home. But no, I was here, in this dreadful mountain of a place, with the snow and the terribleness. Impulsively, I jumped to my feet, which made my whole body ache all over. Whenever I swallowed, a sharp pain would cut in my throat- like I had a cold or something. With that thought, I sneezed. Ugh.
I ate half of my rations and I still wasn't full, even drank most of the bottle of water I had found. I had never been sick like this before- Eleven was hot so the plants could grow. The pain in my throat a little better now, I decided to go look for a new source of water.
Outside, the wind blew heavily at my coat and my consideration for going back to the cave rose the more I ventured. My nose was beginning to feel uncomfortable, like I needed to sniff every two seconds, and my throat hurt again.
Still, I walked on, determined to not give up. The cold was so terrible my teeth began chattering, and my nose began running even more. Occasionally I would sneeze or cough, each breath becoming more of a wheeze. My breakfast became a lump in my stomach, just another burden to carry on.
I spotted little patches of frozen liquid but nothing serious. Soon I was so anxious to just find a medium-sized body of water that was still intact my pace quickened, even as I felt like collapsing from everything. I was sick- I was certain of it. But that didn't mean I had to stop.
I didn't find water, and by now my throat was so sore I could barely speak. I just managed to crawl into my sleeping bag before I fell into a dizzy sleep, the cold three times worse and filling up all the pain I could muster.
I dreamed of snow crystals, dancing through the air to land in a piling heap at the edges of my boots. I looked down, my head tilting low, to study the dozens of icicles melting on my shoes, creating a splash of water. Suddenly feeling enthusiastic, I took my almost-empty bottle and filled up as much water as I could. I heard a voice, wait, no, not a voice, a sound- of boots crunching across the snow. I gasped, lifting an arm and getting water all over myself, trying to swim up to consciousness, knowing that something was wrong..
When I woke up, it was dark, the stars pale in the sky. I lay on my back, gazing upwards, too sore to move. Then my head turned ever so slowly to glance at my water bottle. In my peripheral vision, I could make out a tall water bottle, filled to the brim with something clear. My eyes shot open, wider than I would've thought possible.
"Water?!" I whispered to myself, crawling to my feet and nudging the sturdy bottle. It was covered with a strange silky grey type material and was not the same one I had drank from earlier. The top was screwed shut and wrapped in a strong plastic, a knob at the top built for turning.
I didn't dare drink it. What if there was poison inside? So, looking at the stars and seeing that it was super dark out, I resulted to just sleeping again, feeling like I could never have enough. By the time I woke up- well, if you could even call it that- I was frozen. An ice cube. My lips were blue to anyone who would examine and my whole face, which was usually a warm golden shade, was tinted with paleness. My eyes were shut in the act of sleeping but no breath stirred my body. My skin was cold to the touch.
I didn't wake up again, because everything had left me, all feeling, all hope, and the coldness which had been approaching found me now, starting in sickness, ending in death. No medicine could heal me now, however slim that wish had been.
Persefone Douglas(D2 Female)
We were arguing. Again.
You would think that as Careers, we would be professional, getting straight to the point with no disagreement whatsoever. But no. Instead, we had to squabble like a bunch of immature squirrels. "Everybody!" I shouted, clenching my fists.
"Will you freaking shut up!" I yelled.
Algar crossed his arms, a scowl on his face. "They started it," he said unhelpfully.
"I don't care!" I returned. "You didn't have to continue it."
Skyrah was looking between them with narrowed eyes, looking like she might say something but then changing her mind. Felix and Azurine were glaring at each other. I hadn't even though Felix, who was usually so cool-tempered, could get this angry.
"Azurine, quit being a brat and actually help us for once. We're not your servants," he snapped, staring daggers at her.
She shook her head, her dark hair swinging over her shoulder. "Well, if you could actually prove yourself for once, maybe I would work. But obviously it looks like you're too incompetent and I don't see why I should interfere, even though you need help."
"I need help!" His eyes were furious. "It's you who needs help, if any of us do! You're the one who always acts all smug when it's obvious you don't know a thing."
"Oh, I do know things." A pleasant smile raked her face; it looked so strange. "You want me to stab you with a knife in the middle of the night? Cause I will if you keep it up."
"Right." Felix simply glared at her disbelievingly.
I took the opportunity to intervene. "Guys, everybody shut up," I said to both of them. "You all need to take a chill pill."
"Too bad we don't have any here," Azurine retorted.
"We should though," I hissed at her.
I didn't want to fight but now she was getting on my nerves, and everyone knew what happened when someone got on my nerves...
"Now you're fighting now, you hypocrite!" snarled Azurine.
I gazed her straight in the eye. "Do you want to make progress or not? If you wanted to actually help us, then you would know better; fighting does us no good. In fact, it's slowing us all down."
Azurine rolled her eyes. "Fine. I'll help. But don't go pretending I'm your slave or anything," she added contemptuously.
Stupid, I thought irritably. Her prickly exterior was getting very annoying and not helping us out at all.
"Got it." I said nothing insulting. Hopefully this would make her less triggered. But, I observed as the day went on, she was still her normal, quietly smirking self. I sincerely hoped she wouldn't win the Games and would die a beautifully torturous death.
As night fell, I could see a small note catch the light. The others were sleeping, but I was wide awake. My footsteps pattering softly through the cave(which had been disagreed on a lot because of its many weaknesses, mind you), I picked up the letter and looked at it closely. It had a buttercup kind of look to it, and felt extremely soft in my frozen hand. A couple neatly printed words were pressed into its surface: From The Capitol: I hope you have had a wonderful Games so far! We wish you all the best of luck. But, we have seen that you are struggling so far, and also, to give you an opportunity to get rid of your opponents, we welcome you to a Feast, where we will provide the one thing you need most. We encourage you to come. It will take place at the Corucopia, dusk tomorrow.
A Feast? Already? I knew what a Feast was, obviously, I wasn't stupid, but this was just too sudden. And it was only the beginning of the Games! They probably needed some action and were annoyed we weren't all killing each other: definitely a bad thing they had chosen this freezing weather which had made us all try to hide inside, not be on the offense.
I decided we should go. We needed the supplies, anyway, and this was the perfect chance to kill off some of our enemies, hopefully even that Cameron guy who had scored super high on his training evaluation.
With that thought in mind, I was energized, eagerly awaiting the next day, and so I fell asleep quickly.
Alea Bryce(D7 Female)
I trailed my finger along the brilliant shine of my axe, the light bouncing off it and turning into a million sparkles. Sure, it was actually in reality dull as heck, but what I saw, was a brilliant weapon which could be used in so many different ways: self defense, cutting trees, slicing stuff.
I couldn't believe I was still alive, even as my confidence told me I needn't worry. I was alone, I didn't have any allies to depend on. But then again, that meant I didn't have any allies who could betray me. Meh. Either way, I was determined I could handle it by myself, without risking anyone else's loyalty. The only one you can truly trust is yourself, Alea. Don't think I'll give up and feel sorry for you, oh no. This is gonna be a fight to the death.
I shivered involuntarily, the old voices coming back to me of my previous victims from when I was an inexperienced child just picking fights at the orphanage.
Shaking my head, I looked at the pitch-black sky as the images of the fallen were projected into the sky. I hardly cared, though. I was too focused on protecting myself, even as it felt good others were being eliminated from the Games.
To get rid of all the energy pulsing in my body, starved of use, I swung my axe several times at a tree, watching it bow, not caring that I was exhausted. I needed to be exhausted to sleep, anyway. And this was a good way to let out all the stress, to feel calm.
I was done in minutes and I felt worn out. Throwing my axe to the ground, I closed my eyes, not entirely feeling safe, the weapon gripped tightly in my hand. Just in case.
Head Gamemaker: Izabel Kitla
"These tributes need something to really make them stress," one of the Gamemakers put in. We were sitting around a large screen that showed every contestant's exact position in the arena(represented by tiny moving blue dots). I felt so powerful here. One tap of the control panel and I could set a fire after any of them, likely to take away one of their lives.
"I know," I agreed thoughtfully, studying the screen. "We killed off Mica with that flood- I do admit it was smart of you, Opal."
The woman with heavily done makeup and dark purple hair smiled. "Yes, it was," she said, dipping her head. "We can't keep on doing this, though, we have to do something big to get rid of a lot of tributes."
"What do you suggest?" I shot at her, though I already knew what she was going to say.
"A Feast of course." She tilted her head, eyes sparking. "They're known for being highly deadly."
"Do you think a lot of them will accept our invitation?" I questioned.
She tossed her head. "Many of them are desperate enough. Including the Careers- they'll be eager to find them all rounded up in one place; it must be difficult when they're all scattered like that."
"A Feast then it shall be." I paused with my finger on panel. "Tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow. At dusk, so it shall be dark," she added, eyes glinting with experience.
"Excellent." A series of taps hit the screen, vanishing immediately as they did, swallowed by the glow. A Feast. Perfect.
Except this won't be for the food...
11/19/17
A/N: Idk why but this chapter was cringy..