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Erone Thorn, District 12
Crap, I killed him. I fucking killed him. I checked his pulse, I tried CPR even though I have no idea how to do it. I sat there for a long while rocking in place, chewing my thumbnail. I killed another person with this damned power. But a cannon fired. A fucking cannon fired. The pandas are going to be so pissed...
The panda watched me moodily. I brought it back to life. Shouldn't it poof away after I...got rid of...its master? The eyes were a light gray color, which I found odd since, don't do most pandas have big dopey dark ones? A kid who can summon them in the first place isn't normal either so I shouldn't be shocked. I'm surprised I was so shocked to when a panda attacked me in the first place.
Bubba, that's his name, barked a roar at me. Wait, I could sort of understand him. Something like What just happened, Master? Whoa, what's with the master speech?
Suddenly, another panda appeared in a poof of black and white yin-yang. Okay, please tell me I'm dead. Or on wacky gas. Because the panda had a beard and was talking to me. The other pandas around me bowed with their rumps in the air.
"The gift of the panda has been passed onto you, Master Erone. The pandas will guard you, as long as you lead them to victory. Treat them as your own, for they are your own." I'm not dead. I've been close enough to death that I know how it feels. I'm crazy, that's it. Crazy.
"What happened to Aries?" I asked. I'm talking to a panda. A panda with a beard. He shimmered slightly, and he appeared like a ghost.
"He has found a new form. He is among the panda kind." I think he was going to say something else, but I skittered back. I'm crazy. I'm nuts. This is nuts. And climbing to my feet, I sprinted away, screaming like a mad man.
Ippetra "Ip" Z. Flycactus, District 13
Aren't I the dick of the century?
Yeah, I'm aware I left my twin sister for dead back there. But, she's a goner any way. Not both of us can survive. What am I supposed to do, be chivalrous and carry her on, say "I'd never let you die, Fee Fee" like we were five again? Sorry, I can't.
I can't just imagine what the kids back home are saying. "Ip's a jerk." "Damn you, Ip! How dare you betray your sister like that!" "I'm not surprised he did that, he's been a constant jerk since day one." "I can't believe Ip just left her, his own sister." "I want Ip to be chased by mutations until his feet burn away, then fall off of a cliff, freefall into a bank of snow, freeze, have a volcano erupt and burn Ip. Then I want him to be buried and suffocate under the lava as it hardens into obsidian. Then come back as a frozen/burned/buried zombie. Then I will take my anger out on him by having the pleasure of killing him numerous times without him dying. Then, I would combine all of the most awesometastical mutations in Panem and blow him to smithereens so that there will be no trace of his horrible worthless existence." I bet you there's at least one person who hopes Fiona dies as a guy so I'm stuck a girl, if that's how it'll work out.
But these are the Mutant Games. It's not going to be all sunshine, lollipops and pandas. This is a battle. Our own personal hell of a war.
Fiona is another casualty to it. Cold hearted, I get that. Don't think I'm happy she's gone, or, going. She's my sister.
This is what has to happen. I may be a jerk. A selfish son of a bitch. But at least I'm not dead.
Devmani Crews, District 1
Where is she? Where is she? Would it be wise to shout "Plan B, where are you?" No, that may be taken the wrong way.
Obviously, I wasn't relying solely on those dunderheads. Two Psychos, a narcissistic asshat, and admittedly a normal girl who had no idea what she was getting herself into. Two of them are dead, and the other two (that's a pun in a way) are probably wandering around killing the first thing that stepped insight.
I grunted at the pain in my side. Damn girl from Nine. I hope she dies soon. Maybe she'll be in the sky tonight.
Plan B, ah, I've been planning this, if you remember from the last day of training. No one would ever expect it. She's a worthy ally, a real fighter, and not exactly a wimp. She made it this far, didn't she? Looks can be deceiving, that's why it took me four days to take notice of her. Naïve, to be frank, but that works for me.
The end to day four was coming. These days just seemed to charge on, but took forever. Just walking on and on and on. Okay, what am I thinking? I've been in the sun way too long. Way too-
My head jerked up at the sudden sound of...what exactly? A whir of something. Another sound clanked off, followed a few moments later by the smack of some surface. I gazed around, peering at the close quarter space. Cages lined one space, booths for tickets the other. Wait, there's a shooting range over there.
The same sound rang out again, and a flurry of white made me poise myself on my toes, swinging about. A white object shot towards me and I barely ducked down in time. I could feel the strands of hair on the top of my head flicker with the force. The batting cages...oh look, all the batting cages had the machine facing outwards.
I hopped onto my stomach, army crawling. The baseballs whizzed over my head and my scabbard pinched at my skin beneath me. I shifted it around onto my back, pushing on through.
I climbed to my feet, running on. A fence opened up to a separate enclosure, large rocks scaling about it. The day was coming to an end, but reflecting off the walls was a dancing orange light, illuminating the shadows. She's here.
The pain in my side felt like several stabs in my lung. Wincing, I cleared my face. Swagger and confidence. That's the basic ingredients of a Career.
"Your handwriting is superb," a boy's voice whispered. I was debating whether it was that low by choice or lack of energy.
"Thanks," a younger, girlish voice answered. Damn, I had been hoping she was alone. I was prepared to leave, heck, I was could swarm in and hack everyone there apart.
But I didn't stand a chance against the others alone. They may be stupid, but were also deadly. I needed her.
A third voice chimed piped up. "Seriously, mine is scrappy."
The younger voice hesitated. The third voice sighed. "Sorry, it happens now and then. It's easiest when I'm like this. Go on."
Why wait any longer? I slid around the hedge I ducked behind, appearing in sight. Instantly, Twelve jumped to her feet, flaming to life. A bloodied figure sat behind her. Wow, she thought she could fend me off with that tiny knife? I'm a Career, we take offense to that.
"I'm not going to kill you," I said mutely. To reassure them, I unclipped my scabbard and tossed it to the side. "Unarmed, see?" There was a retractable knife hidden in my sleeve and a darts in my shoe, but that's besides the point.
"What do you want?" Lil' Twelve asked. Isn't that the tranny from District Thirteen? She squinted nervously at me, plopping back a few feet, only to meet a wall.
"A simple alliance," I stated.
I scowled as Twelve glanced back at Thirteen. She needs to go with her instincts. Own, too-trusting instincts.
"Why?" If you haven't noticed, I hated talking. It makes me feel and look stupid. Glitter, diamonds, oooh, pretty.
My eyebrows sank a little. "I'm on my own, at the moment. The other Careers sort of want to kill me right now. At least I expect they would." Twelve blinked at my sparkles. Her fire began to dim and I found my opening. "Everyone could use another friend." This completely extinguished her.
"I'm Olive," she said, breathing easier. "This is Fiona." I nodded. Didn't she have a brother?
"Devmani," I said simply.
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Devmani Crews, District One ~(Olive, Fiona)
Kazu Hokoshi, District One (killed by Erone)
Hunter Faye, District Two ~(Ron)
Ronneir "Ron" Tammel, District Two ~(Hunter)
Leanara Gee, District Three (neck snapped by Ron)
Trint Nevlin, District Three
Felicity Lissette Lebedev, District Four (betrayed by Dev, dagger to stomach)
Rodney Calder, District Four (Head smashed in by Ron's hammer)
Cynthia O'Meara, District Five (speared in the stomach with a trident by Rodney)
Aries Prospero, District Five (what did happen to him...)
Lysemet Sprintyarrow, District Six (killed by Trint's death touch)
Kalel Lepios, District Six (sneak attack by Hunter)
Skylar Hawkins, District Seven (killed by Trint's death touch)
Derrick Young, District Seven ~(decapitated by Ip)
Harmony Curr, District Eight
Erik "Nugget" Traub, District Eight (crushed by pirate ship ride)
Mira Fox, District Nine (poison and crossbow through torso from Trint)
Nico Lenho, District Nine
Melissa "Lissa" Arno, District Ten (head smashed after tornado)
Till Yarrow, District Ten (hacked apart by Hunter)
Mimosa Thistle, District Eleven (Hunter's maiming and dagger through chest)
Jasper "Jaz" Martinez, District Eleven
Olive Quaker, District Twelve ~(Devmani, Fiona)
Erone Thorn, District Twelve
Fiona C. Flycactus, District Thirteen ~(Devmani, Olive)
Ippetra "Ip" Z. Flycactus, District Thirteen
Remember. This is the Mutant Games. Anything can happen.