We're so close to the end... Well, this SYOT has been a lot of fun. Very, very, fun. I loved all the characters, and I've become attached to them... And it kills me to bring an end to it all, but there's a new beginning! The 525th Hunger Games! Anyway, enjoy this chapter, and leave a Review telling about who was your favorite character, why, and how far you think they should've gone. ~Squintz
Day Eighteen of The Games -
District Six Tribute: Carter Woods
"Carter!" I listen to the faint shout of my name, and slowly stir on the crunchy leaves beneath me.
"Carter!" The voice yells again.
This time, more panicked.
I sit up, and rub my eyes. I look around, seeing no sign of Jade. And then my mind starts working, and I realize Jade is calling my name. I quickly stand up, running towards her voice.
"Carter! Carter, please!" She screams.
I run faster, faster and faster, and then see Hunter D'Agosto clamp his hand over her mouth. Quickly, I yank out my pocketknife, and do the only thing I can do from this far: I throw the knife.
Hunter turns to look, as the whizzing knife goes through the air. My jaw drops in disbelief as the knife hits him right in the eye, sending blood spurting out everywhere. He drops to his knees, and then falls backwards in an awkward motion. A cannon booms out, and Jade comes running at me. She hugs me tight, and I hug her back.
"It's okay, you're okay..." I whisper as she begins to break down.
I pull away from her tight embrace, and she brushes back her hair. Red imprints of fingers cover her throat, and she moves it back to cover her neck.
"You're okay," I smile, kissing her forehead.
"Thanks, Carter. I'm glad to be with you again." She tells me.
"Come on, let's get you to bed... We're one step closer to the end." I whisper.
District Four Tribute: Lotsear Maver
I storm through the woods, my entire body aching from hunger and fatigue. I haven't eaten in three days, and my stomach is killing me. I stumble across a bush of berries, and then examine them closely. I hear someone coming, and then dive into the bush. I chow down on the berries as I watch District Twelve walking along, carrying his pickaxe. I smirk, knowing this will be an easy kill, and once he's gone, I can eat in peace.
I grip my sword's handle, then swing it forward as I dive from the bushes. Pyralis whips around, slinging his pickaxe around him in a half circle. Our weapons clash, and I use all my power to force his pickaxe closer to his chest. He fights back, though. I pull back my sword as quickly as possible, and then swing it towards him. He ducks, and then attempts to hit me in the head with his pickaxe. I copy his moves, ducking, and then lunging at him. Fortunately, for me, he attempts to turn and my sword catches him right in the gut.
He drops his pickaxe, slamming into the floor and holding his stomach. Blood seeps from his stomach, and I can barely see a hint of his intestines bursting out of the wound. I nod, and he looks at me with desperate eyes.
"P-Please... Put me out of this." He says, his entire body trembling.
"No problem," I reply, raising my sword, and then plunging it through his stomach.
He lets out a small, sound of pain. And then his whole body relaxes. I lean down, close his eyes, proud of him for being so brave. I remove my sword, take his pickaxe, and set it over his chest. I hear the cannon sound, and then I walk back to my berry bush, still extremely hungry.
District Eight Tribute: Toro Breckenridge
"Looks like it's winding down to the finale, Toro..." I tell myself, listening to the ambiance of the nighttime Arena.
I put my hands behind my head, staring up at the stars. The cool breeze reminds me of home, back in District Eight... Everything seems so much simpler there, now that I'm here in the Arena... And I've made it this far. I smile, remembering the earlier gesture that my dad performed. When he gave me the chocolates, reminding me of our goodbyes. I chuckle, and then fall silent when I hear a distant screaming, and the sound of a tree getting knocked over.
"Spoke too soon." I mutter, sitting up.
I look into the darkness, and slowly get out of my sleeping bag. All of a sudden, Neon Watts of District Three comes dashing through the forest, screaming at the top of her lungs. Blood drips from her arms and her back, and claw marks cover her arms. Even a few bites. I watch as she goes soaring over the small pit trap I set beside my sleeping bag, and keeps running. I look back to the forest, and then see two trees collapse.
An enormous mutt emerges from the trees, and lets out a mighty roar. My eyes barely have time to register the animal before I take off running. All I noticed was the eight spider like legs, the snake head, and the lashing, spiked lizard tail. I keep running, hearing the thudding of each individual leg as the mutt pursues me. I catch up with Neon, and she's panting for her breath. I easily pass her up, my legs carrying me quickly. I attempt to reach for her, when she lets out a murderous scream, and then gets dragged backwards by the mutt's web. A cannon booms out, causing my body to work faster. I continue running, and the Cornucopia comes in sight...
I know this is the end of the Games... What I don't know, is if I'll make it out alive.
R.I.P.
Hunter D'Agosto
Pyralis Kolton
Neon Watts