Dun, Dun, DUNNNN!


oO0~The End~0Oo

The sticky red blood oozed from his head wound. I take a deep breath. Is this it?

Every so slowly he falls to the ground. It's the longest five seconds of my almost lost life. Each second drags on for an eternity. Is this really it? Have I made it?

He cracks against the ground with a solid thud. His bleeding body, dead. I did that.

The evil cannon hesitated in its shot. Is he really dead? Is he going to come back and murder me? Then it booms. It's the twenty third shot. I'm the only one left. I did it.

I can't keep my heart rate steady, it keeps on fluxuating from hummingbird fast to dead man slow. I breath again and again. I never realized before this how precious each gulp of air is. It's priceless, but it's all to often taken for granted.

I keep on hearing the echoing shot. I'm not sure if it's going off for real or if I'm hallucinating it. Is it possible to hallucinate sound? Am I just hearing things? AAAAAAAAAAHHH!

Breathe. Just breathe. I'm alive. I take a step forward. All of a sudden, my legs turn to jelly. I can't hold myself up anymore. I sink to my knees. I'm alive. Truly alive.

I close my eyes for the briefest of seconds. Thank you to anyone who's listening.

When I reopen them, the sky is dark from the descending hovercrafts. I don't look as one scoops up the dead body. I did that. Take another deep breath, you'll be fine...

I look down; all of a sudden the ground is below me. I'm floating skyward. Oh gosh, I'm really dead. At least I'm going up...not down. Though why I'm upward bound, I don't know. I killed people. Murder. Shouldn't that give me a one way ticket to you-know-where?

I hit the solid ground again. I thought clouds would be softer than this and white too, not a hard metallic gray. Ah man, psych...I am in Hell. I sink down to sit and draw my legs up to me.

A voice echoes from far away, "Are you feeling ok?" It's so distant. How big is this place anyway?

Assuming the voice is talking to me, I try to reply. No words are coming. Am I ok? Really and truly?

An arm wraps around my shoulder...it's normal colored. Weird, I always pictured angels white and gold...and the devil red and black. A hand grabs mine and hauls me to my feet. I take a couple wobbly steps forwards before collapsing. At least that's what I'm assuming happened, anyway. I landed on a soft bench.

There is a faint garble of voices and then a bright light. Maybe I'm not dead...just heading to death. Not very comforting. My arms tingle as someone pokes me repeatedly all over.

"Nothing too serious..." a voice says. Nothing serious! I'm dead...or dying...and it's nothing serious? "Shock mostly."

I try to stand up. Why, I'm not quite sure. It just feels like I need to. But hands push me back down, "Stay still, please. It's for your own good."

They say please in Hell? Maybe this is Heaven...man, does pop culture got it wrong.

"I, but, it..." I finally stutter out. Someone shushes me and gently pushes me down. I try to sit up, but am stopped.

A slight beeping sound fills the quiet, um, place. It's so sudden, I jump up and oddly enough, a thing of wires comes with me. The beeping sound gets a ton faster. What the heck is going on? Some weird audio form of Chinese Water Torture?

"The electrocardiogram is going wild," a voice says, "His heart rate is unstable."

A deeper voice answers, "Sedate him."

Sedate! That doesn't sound good. The world starts spinning and my vision blurs. I struggle to keep my heavy eyelids open, but it's a worthless battle. It goes dark...

~O~

My eyes slowly open. Where am I? What happened? I have a feeling I'm not in 11 anymore.

I'm lying in what appears to be a sterile white room. It's pretty empty, just a desk, a machine, a bed, and me. I slowly sit up, this is just a freaky dream, right?

Then it all comes flying back. The reapings...the chariots...the Hunger Games...the...murder. It's like a good ol' slap in the face, only much, much more painful. This isn't a dream...it's a living nightmare. I ended a life. Three of them actually. My stomach churns at the thought, if there was anything in it, it'd be coming up right now.

All those other people dead. How the heck am I still alive?

The door flies open and someone comes dashing in, "Cane! You're up!"

"Yeah," I mutter. I can't even begin to recognize the face right now, my thoughts are such a blur. Oh, wow. What happened?

He, she, it (I really have no idea! Not paying attention) starts rambling on. The only thing I really halfway grasp is "Out cold for a couple days" and "Victor"

Victor...that strange word plays around in my head. It sounds so foreign, so distant, like a fantasy. I can't be alive...much less a Victor.

Then the voice says something that really locks into my messed up mind: "Home".

I'm going home. I'm seeing my family again. I'm going home.


You know, I told myself at the beggining of this that I was gonna have a career win...epic fail, huh? I'm kinda disappointed in my lack of resolve, I'm usually a lot more stubborn. Seemed to look like Cane was the fan fave since near the beginning (due to the polls during the Capitol chapters, he won by a landslide and the recent reviews).
Then I had a last minute idea...I'm partway through the reapings of my second syot, why don't I just make the Victor of this one a mentor and since D1 was already past...ok, excuses, excuses. Cane won. That's it (still kinda surprised!). He is now the new District 11 mentor in Murdered Minutes :)

Now for my annoying "thank you" speech:

Thank you to everyone who gave my a wonderful character, I loved 'em all.

Huge thanks to packman23, who helped me sort through scatter-brained ideas (unfortunately, most of which weren't used) . Best Vice President Gamemaker ever!

And thanks to everyone who actually took the time to read this. It's been fun.

Well...that's a wrap (for this one anyway)! Now clicking the "complete" button!