Axis
A high, shrilling scream erupts into the night, startling me. A young female shriek. It hasn't been long before the announced deaths. Could another tribute be killed already? It's early morning for what - day four?
Looks like there's another dead tribute… That makes eight tributes left? Amethyst, Zane, Myself, Kallista, Ruke, Melane, Jet, Nix, and Moira…? One of those female tributes is dead.
Of course, there could have been one more tribute than just that: Phillip. If I hadn't allowed him to go off on his own, he could've still been with me… We could still work on our mines around here. One of them caught a tribute yesterday. Foxy (who was probably too intelligent to walk upon one) or Obel. And then Phillip himself, but he couldn't just walk into his own trap…
Just as I'm about to add another death to my mental list, the same cry reaches me again. And then again. The shrieks just don't cease.
Why isn't this girl dead…? If someone followed her shouts than she'd be killed in an instant… She's just brining danger to herself!
Another cry sounds before the Arena is silent once more. She's dead. She has to be.
But there's no cannon announcing another deceased tribute.
I pick myself up from the ground, cursing myself for what I'm about to attempt. The weeps are definitely from a smaller tribute… And that leaves Melane…
I shake my head; I swear I am going to lash out if this is some foolish prank!
Why I'm going to the aid of this girl is beyond me!
With the area being not so far from my current spot, I sprint at top speed in the direction of the vague cries.
The Wild West section…? What a way to die, getting lassoed into a mess of trouble...
Anxiety burns into my veins as I prepare for what I might see next. And I stumble upon an unforgettable scene as a line of deceased tributes wait.
The moment my eyes lay on them, I have the urge to turn and run - to get away of the waiting madness. But my legs won't accept it. I'm stuck to the area, as if bound to its sight, and that's when I notice a frightened Melane. And not so far away is a stupefied Amethyst Dann.
Both of which are extremely pale and paralyzed.
Melane cups a small hand over her mouth as if not to create another scream in reply to the footsteps that near us.
And then Moira Jackson stops abruptly, forcing her follower, Ruke, to slam into her. Moira's blue eyes widen at the sight of the tributes, ignoring Ruke's sudden mistake. "Oh, no."
Zane
They're goners. Both of them. Worthless - run after some dead woman. It's a deception - a joke, hoax- and the last thing I need is a damn mutt on my ass. Like that Moira needs another thing ruining her chance of living… The caring and sensitive don't win the Games. You need to be tough, certain, and… know when you have to kill. Being positive doesn't make you automatically a winner. And Ruke… the dumbass… chasing after Moira. For what reason? Ajumpy girl like her isn't going to just… let you join her. Two easy kills - brought it on themselves….
A screech erupts from the direction in which Moira and Ruke had disappeared to.
A bit satisfied, I lift my head to the dark sky and yell out, "Idiot, dying on your own damn action! Dead! Dead, aren't you? Your own damn actions just got you killed- didn't they?"
I groan, "Not like I'm doing much better… Screaming at the skies, talking to myself…"
If the mutts decide to collect all the tributes, all I have to do is wait until the cannons. It'd be a lot simpler, waiting for the competitors to just drop off the face of the earth.
Just as I'm about to let go of the stress of the muttations, a speck of a shadow catches my eye. In a few hours, the sun will finally come up. It's relatively far from me, but I can just barely make out the appearance. It's not much, but what I'm able to make out is a curious, dark stare being sea green eyes and wavy coffee hair.
With that little bit of information, I can tell exactly who it is. Only one tribute-only one person- that I would have actually wanted to win other than me.
Ebony.
I shut my eyes, ignoring the form as something burns inside of me. I shake my head.
This isn't right. This shit just isn't right…
Instead of following after the dead Ebony Rhaine, I whisper to myself, "Should've warned those two…" I bite my lip, and in a quiet breath I say, "I'm done."
I refuse to open my eyes, regret about my words against Moira and Ruke haunting me. As foolish as they might've been… they cared. Moira cared enough for her mother to chase after her, and Ruke's sympathy got the best of him too. Worry about someone you hardly knew…Stupid…
And a thought hits me. Maybe not so stupid after all.
I allow my weapon to fall out of my hand so I'm able to clutch the ground in spite of what I'm about to do. I slowly rise to my feet. And quickly staring at the sky, I yell out, "Do you hear that, Capitol bastards? I'm done with this game! Nine! Tributes! Left! Have you had a good enough game? Do you still want to torture us some more? See the only damn people that we actually cared for? Sick… disgusting bastards… all of you!"
God, I'm such a hypocrite…
Amethyst
Svetlana Noria is in the front of all of the tributes, her actual honorable smile broken into a cruel grin. Her long blond hair falls into her eyes as she draws a small blade from her jacket. It's not soaked in blood yet, but it's the hatred in her eyes that crawls on my skin. This tribute from Five never had such a look. She was tall and lanky, but other than that she was quite pretty for a Non-Career district.
As she looks now, it's clear that she leads the tributes in nobility, something the girl would have appreciated. But somehow I don't think being used as a Capitol scheme suited her needs…
When I win, I swear I'm gonna kill Cal. Well, maybe not. The necklace he gave me was really pretty. Maybe he'll-
-Shut up and think! You're going to die if you lose this!
The tributes look insanely human as if they never died or even participated. They're as real as any of the final competitors, giving off an aura of spite and sadness. Even if the little girl from Nine who stays in the back of all of the tributes…
Svetlana's grin never vanishes, "This'll be fun."
And in response, the tributes attack Moira, Axis, Ruke, Melane, and I.
