The Sixth Night
Charles "Chip" Chevrolet (16) D6M
I was utterly lost in this damned place. The bag was too heavy and ultimately I gave in to the weight. Falling back on the ground, I bit down the scream that was about to emanate from my throat as small bits of glass dug into my body. My palms were bloody and I frowned. Blood was not what I wanted to see right now.
In one way or another, the Games would end tonight. I didn't know how I would fight Victoria. I was much more injured than she was, and much less skilled. I had nothing in my favour. Or maybe…
I opened the bag I got from the Feast almost desperately. There had to be something in there! All I found were medicines and I wanted to throw the bag at the Gamemakers' faces. What was I supposed with them?! No, there had to be something else. Something I could use.
I rummaged through the bag and my fingers curled around a rope. A rope… I could use that. Anything else… Ah, there it was! I could surely use that!
And now I was not too disappointed with all these medicines either. I would need them right now if I was to fight Victoria. And I could beat her.
I knew it.
Victoria Mason (18) D4F
I had no idea where that coward was hiding. I remembered he was pretty injured. Oh, how I would love to drive my knife into his heart! That boy laughed at me. Nobody could laugh at me. And when he would beg me to spare him, I would laugh.
I could already feel his neck between my hands as I strangle him. Ah, it would be so fun. I didn't even know why I was so angry at the boy but he deserved a gruesome death.
But he was nowhere to be seen. Even the Gamemakers weren't guiding me to him. Was he too close? Were the Gamemakers hoping to drag this? But why? Ah it didn't matter. Right now my prey was all that mattered to me.
The forest seemed denser than usual. Oddly enough I found myself at the same place where I had killed Rosamund. The hand pump was still quite nearby and I chuckled. Artemis, Dove and I had acted like friends at this spot. I had 'saved' Dove here. And so had Skyler. It was actually pretty sad that Skyler had to die. He should have realised he was not made for the Games. This place was a test for all the capable young warriors. And without a doubt I was the most capable here.
"Charles! Honey, can you hear me?"
No reply. For a mentally unstable guy, he was pretty smart. Or maybe he just wasn't here. I pushed through a tangle of vines and looked around keenly. I didn't want to stay in this arena any longer than I had to but the boy was making things difficult.
"CHARLES!" I called out but was greeted with silence. Gritting my teeth, I trudged forward. He was testing my patience now. When I would see him I-
I grinned at the sight in front of me. The boy was on the ground, his leg stretched in front of him. Obviously he was in pain. Ah, sadly the poor guy wouldn't even be able to defend himself.
"Hello dear," I said cheerfully.
"Vicky!" he cried as if a child had been given a new toy. I certainly didn't like his tone.
"Honey, I'm here to play."
"But my leg's not fine," he said with a pout.
I chuckled to myself. Goodness, this was so easy. I held my knife between my fingers delicately. The knife had a rather sharp edge.
"But that's when it is fun," I replied, "Don't you agree?"
With that I ambled towards the boy, who was staring at with his large eyes. He looked so innocent. But I knew he wasn't.
I leapt at him at the last moment and brought my knife down only to have him block the attack with his machete and kick me with his leg that was 'injured'. He was up on his feet soon and then tried to run but I stabbed him in his shin and he let out a guttural cry of pain. I pulled out the knife and he cried again.
But just as I was about to stab again, he swung his machete at me and almost cut me in half. Kicking at his hand, his grip weakened just a bit and I tossed his machete aside.
It would be fun to end his life.
Charles "Chip" Chevrolet (16) D6M
As soon as the machete was out of my hands I knew I was in trouble. Maybe for the first time I was actually afraid. What if everything didn't go according to my plan? I would never be able to see Arden again. My throat felt raw at that and although I didn't shed any tears, the thought of never seeing my brother was a bit hard to bear.
Victoria laughed as she lunged at my weak body. I tried uselessly to throw her off myself but she was too strong. Grabbing my head, she pushed it against the ground repeatedly.
"STOP!" I cried out but she only chuckled.
Thankfully she stopped after that I felt so dizzy I could literally see nothing. Everything seemed to be black. Was I even alive?
And then somebody had forced me on my feet. Next I was pushed against a tree and there was a knife cutting the skin on my forehead. I flailed but Victoria didn't stop doing what she was doing.
"Please stop…" I whispered as she tore open my shirt and traced her knife down my chest. That was it. I wasn't going to survive. But why couldn't she just end it for me? Why was she dragging it out?
"Are you in pain?" she asked softly, cupping my face in her hands, "Shall we lessen it for you?"
Aware of the fact that she was distracted, I punched her weakly in the stomach then grabbed her knife as I sunk to the ground. Breathing was getting difficult. And blood, the blood that I despised so much seemed to be oozing from every part of my body. Whatever I did, I could not see anything clearly. It was as if I had turned blind.
It would have been so much better had I died earlier. Although I couldn't see anything I could feel Victoria's wrath. Her fingers curled around my throat and she squeezed so hard. I thrashed around, tried to hit her back but missed. My already short breath was almost non-existent. I didn't like this feeling of suffocation.
You killed when you were a child.
But circumstances were different then. Mom was unstable. A cannon was not needed to confirm one's death.
Frantically, I dug my nails into her wrists then jerked my head upward, hitting her own forehead. For a second she was distracted and I forced myself up and tried to run. Tried. My legs were too hurt and tired to actually carry me and I ran into a tree, fell back and then collapsed on the ground.
This is pathetic. My plan won't work.
Slowly, I tried to crawl away but Victoria grabbed my leg and then dug her knife back into my shin, where the knife had been earlier. My scream was more like an animal's than a human being's but I could still hear Victoria's light chuckle over it.
Just end it.
No I couldn't think that way. I had to return. I jerked my leg and kicked her, then turned around and punched in any random direction. Luckily, my fist hit her in the stomach. Then, staggering to my feet, I ran in the opposite direction and hit something solid. Something that was too short to be a tree.
The hand-pump.
Moving my hands blindly, I felt the cool metal handle of the pump. Using all my strength I pushed it down and some water fell from the open end of it. I splashed it on my face.
The water slapped the dizziness out of me. I could make out a few shapes now and one of them was of a girl running towards me, holding my own machete in her hands. As she swung, I moved sideways but a little too slowly. The machete left a deep gash in my side.
Was I really going out like this?
Victoria Mason (18) D4F
The pathetic boy just sat there on the ground, coughing up blood. Maybe it was time to use a special gift I had received after the Feast on him.
As I walked towards him, he started crawling back, his eyes never leaving mine. There was fear in them. I liked that. He was right to be afraid.
Opening my bag, I produced a small bottle from inside it. This had to work. Oh the pain he would go through! Then, I would just kill him mercifully. I wasn't all that bad after all.
I threw the acid at him. He raised his arms to cover his face but the acid fell on his chest and arms. He opened his mouth to scream but no sound came out. Tears trickled down his cheeks as he just lay there in suffering. It hurt his chest but when he touched it, it hurt even more. In all honesty, a child did not deserve such a thing. But Charles was not an ordinary child either.
Holding his machete, I towered over writhing body. But as I lowered it, he rolled out of the way, and this time he screamed as the glass went through his burnt skin. It was so chilling that I dropped the machete.
"GO AWAY!" he screamed, "LEAVE ME ALONE!"
"It's time for it to end."
Charles still tried to crawl away and I had had enough now. I dived over him and blocked his path. Instead of trying to escape, he pushed me as hard as he could.
My foot got tangled in a rope.
Before I knew it, I was hanging upside down from a tree.
"What the hell?!" I yelled furiously, "Curse you!"
Charles just held his neck and stared back blankly. His face was glistening with tears, sweat and blood. Pushing myself up, I grabbed the rope by one hand and started cutting away at it with my knife.
I noticed Charles was slowly backing away. I noticed he had pulled out something from his pocket. Just as I cut the rope, he lit the lighter and threw it at the ground.
It caught fire.
"HELP!" I cried as the flames engulfed me. I didn't know how Chares had managed to make a whole of fire and he was just outside it. My body was burning. I couldn't breathe. It was too hot to tolerate. I saw that my skin was slowly melting away. My body was slowly losing the feeling of feeling.
I couldn't die! Not like this! Not in the final two! Not to someone who should have been dead!
I saw the boy sitting right at the edge of the fire, watching the flames with empty eyes. He had stopped crying at his acid assault. I saw him throwing up but it was all blood. But his eyes didn't leave me.
The flames were consuming my body and there was just nothing left. I was going to die in a few seconds.
"Ladies and gentlemen! Here I present you the victor of the Seventieth Hunger Games: CHARLES CHEVROLET!"
But I couldn't die… Not just like that. NO! The boy in front of me gave the most manic and blood chilling laughter, his shoulders trembling just too violently. Why was he laughing?!
But the cannon that rung and the darkness that surrounded me confirmed the news.
Um, so there it is. The finale. I hope you all are not too disappointed with the victor. I think I loved him a bit too much. Although I feel this was a pretty lousy finale. I mean, only two tributes in there. Does that even make sense?
Eulogies:
2nd- Victoria Mason: Ah Victoria, you were an amazing and scary villain. When I first read your form I had thought you would place something around fourteenth. But I liked your villainy a bit too much to kill you so early. Victoria was wonderful to write and she drove the plot forward a lot. Thank you Misty for submitting her and I hope I wrote her well. Rest in peace, you'll be missed.
Victor: Charles Chevrolet: Ah Chip! My goodness, you were my favourite along with Levi. The moment I read your form I knew you could win. Chip was a very complex and fun character. He was not a psycho, more of a sociopath who could in fact get attached to things, feel pain, feel emotions but just not very often. Chip was an amazing antagonist and incredibly fun to write. His cunning, his personality, everything about him was something I loved. In fact, by the time the Games started I was 95% sure that he would win. Plus, I had already decided that a villain would win. Because, why not? But Chip wasn't strictly a villain, was he? Congratulations Evelyn, for getting a new Victor. I hope you're happy with how I wrote Chip and I cannot thank you enough for submitting this amazing character to me.
So, what were your thoughts on the Finale? And on the story over all? Did you expect Chip to be the victor at any point of the story?
Also, as an answer to the question some of you asked, no, I am not writing another SYOT as of now. I don't feel like it. But thanks for your support!
I am grateful to all my readers and reviewers for taking the time to read this story. Hope you enjoyed this chapter, all it was pretty short for a Finale.
Also, I would recommend taking a look at IVolunteerAsAuthor's story Chained: Forever a Slave. It's a very novel idea, or at least I haven't stumbled upon something like that before. It would also be nice if you submit as he is a very good writer.
And do read CreativeAJL's Second Chance. It had just had the best finale ever and my favourite character won so I am very happy. You'll enjoy it.
Have a good day!