Hey everyone! Here's another update, thanks for all of the reviews and views. I like the support. I hope to finish this chapter by the end of the month, and then start on my SYOT. I'm excited! It's day fifteen and five tributes remain. There will be about four more chapters of this story. Read and enjoy!
Katrina Kramer, D7
I blink my eyes trying to adjust them. At first think that it must be the light at the end of the tunnel, but I realize that it is too cold for this to be the end. I rise up on my elbows, my vision and I have to force myself to not pass out again. I'm wrapped in a thermal blanket and feel a bandage wrapped around my head. How long have I been out? A few hours, a few days, a week? I rule out the fact of the week. Somebody did find me, probably Christian, and helped me. I look around and tears swell up in my eyes. LaQuenda is gone, her body already taken by the hovercraft along with Carsyn's. I notice a knife lying beside me, I fling it away from me into the brush. I'm done with these stupid games.
The sun is breaking over the horizon. I open my pack and look inside, I have some berries, a canteen, rope, iodine, and a first aid kit. My plant book is missing along with half of my berries. Christian must have taken them. Anger swells through me but it is a rightful trade for him saving my life. He also must have left me the knife. I don't want to kill, but I need to protect myself. I need to be logical in these games, and not let my emotions fuel me. I stagger up to my feet and start walk downhill to where I threw the knife earlier. I spot something glistening a few meters downhill. I slowly make my way to the object. It isn't a knife but a trident, Carsyn's trident. It must have rolled down here during the fight. I hold the trident cautiously in my hands, as if it were a trident. I stare at it in confusion. I didn't practice with it in training but it is better than nothing.
The trident is heavy in my hands, but it will suffice. After walking a few few hundred meters, I stop and rest on a large boulder. I open my first aid kit. Inside is only a few bandages and burn cream. No painkillers. My head throbs and I feel the large knot under the bandage. I rack my brain to try and remember any herbs from training that will help. Only one thing comes to mind, ginger root. I think it helps relieve headaches and sore muscles. I just have to remember where to find it. I reapply a bandage to my head, I remember what the plant looks like so maybe it won't be hard to find. I stand up one more time and start to roam the woods.
Witherly Frumpter, D11
Xander and I sit on the ground outside of the ravine that we found shelter in. The sun it reaching its zenith and warms our bodies. There are no signs of snow left on the ground. I hold Xander's hand in mine. Staring into his powerful green eyes, I lean in and kiss him. A soft, happy kiss. He smiles. I wish we could be back in Eleven. We would go to school together and then work late at night in the orchards. This is day fifteen of the games. Xander and I are lucky to have made it this far. We both have made it to the final five. A branch snaps behind us. I turn around swiftlc and grab my knife. Standing a few yards away is Christian. Xander stands up and pushes me behind him.
"Stay behind me," he says sternly.
I peek over his shoulder and see Christian start to charge after us. Xander's brow furrows as he concentrates, trying to get inside Christian's head. Christian keeps running.
"I can't get inside his head," Xander whispers with fear. We both leap out of the way as Christian strikes his red sword towards us.
"His powers! He can read minds, maybe he can contradict what you are doing," I yell.
Christian quickly recoups and swings his sword down, but Xander parties his attack. A loud clang echoes through the arena.
"GO! Find somewhere safe," Xander shout through gritted teeth.
"No, maybe we can take him out together," I plead back.
Christian swings his sword again. Xander ducks and I follow his actions. The blade glides a few inches above our heads. I stand up a throw my knife. It lands in Christian's thigh, but it doesn't seem to phase him. I concentrate and try to make an illusion that I am in multiple places at once. I see copied images of me start to pop up around us. Christian looks confused but only for a second. He slices his sword towards me. I shriek.
Christian Shawn, D10
Vibrations run through my sword up into my arm. Instead of meeting the soft flesh of Witherly, Xander managed to once again parry my attack. Xander is a tougher fighter than I thought. We fight back and forth with our swords. Witherly and Xander both try to get inside my head. My brain hurts, exhausted from all of the effort. In an instant my thoughts cease and I feel Xander's and Witherly's fingers crawl inside my head. I see images of Witherly and Xander pop up around me. It's hard to concentrate. An Xander attacks me from my right. I evade his attack. I feel a slight ease as the Witherlys dissappear. She must have listened to her boyfriend and left. That just makes it easier on me.
I quickly realize that I can only read one of the Xander's thoughts. I hear how he tells each of the other Xanders to attack. With each attack I easily dodge. I can tell that Xander is tiring, but so am I. Five Xanders circle around me. I easily pick out the real one. I charge after a fake Xander, one to the right of the real one. At the last second I change direction and swing my sword into the real Xander's side. He yells out in pain. The other Xanders dissapear and all that is left is me and the real Xander. The cut is deep and I know that he will bleed out collapses to the ground, blood pooling around him. "Witherly!" He shouts out in agony. Before Witherly can come to his rescue, I run away from the dying Xander.
Randon Hawthorne, D4
I hear Witherly's name being shouted over and over. I know it is Xander and he sounds like something is wrong. I run in the direction of the shouting. I then find Xander, he lays on the ground. Blood pools around his body. I stay hidden behind a tree. Witherly races through the bushes and falls down beside Xander. She sobs and wails over his body. She holds his hands as he mumbles and sputters words. I see him tap Witherly's ring and reach up and brush her cheek with his bloody hand. I know that I can't help him, and my feet are cemented to the ground. Witherly leans down and kisses his cheek. A cannon goes off.
Witherly gives a blood-curdling scream. I too feel saddenid by the surren death of Xander. We were in an alliance. He told me about his life Eleven. About how his parents died and he had to raise his younger brother, Malik. I feel the urge to go and comfort Witherly, but I don't think the Capitol wants to see two mourning tributes. It's the final four now. I can't look weak. Witherly sits silently in the grass as the hoverciaft comes and takes Xander away. He will be shipped back to Eleven in a wooden box. The rain then starts. It's a soft, misty rain, a rain that brings despair and grief. Witherly sits cross-legged on the grass. The rain flickering her hair and clothes against her body. I then run away from the spot as the rain washes away Xander's blood.
What do you guys think? I know it is a short chapter, but I feel like a lot happened. How u guys feel about this chapter? I would like to hear any comments! I hope to update soon. Four tributes remain! The wrath of Dionysus will be next chapter. Until next time!
The Fallen
Xander Freamur, D11- side sliced open by Christian Shawn