Venus Whitmore
Eva cuts me from the ropes. My arms and legs go limp on the ground. Eva runs around the room, knocking away weapons and metal to find the poison kit.
She flips open the green bag and shuffles through it. Clinking glass and ruffling papers sort through her hands. I stay limp on my back, the twitching from me hands slow to a halt. I can't move.
Eva runs over to me and crouches by my head. "I can't find a cure. We have to make it back to be the Cornucopia."
She tries to lift me up. The contact with her skin burns like a lapping flame. I gasp out. "No. Just stop, Eva. There isn't enough time."
Eva let's go. She runs around the room, scrambling for any missed bags or boxes. She rushes through like a madman during a panic attack. She might be going through one right now.
"Eva, please stop. You need to get out of here."
"I'm not leaving you here. We're fine. I just need to look through better," she shouts.
She is making me freak out. I'm only a few minutes away from complete paralysis and death. My brain can shut down any second. I don't want my last few minutes to be stressful.
Im all honesty, I knew I couldn't make it. Unless some miracle happened, I understood from the very beginning I would be killed somehow. I will be strong for my entire family and my District. I don't want my loss to be in vain.
"Eva, please calm down. You have to accept what is happening to me."
She turns around. Her hair is frazzled tears threaten her eyes. "I'm not losing one more. We're gonna make it to the end."
I feel a coolness tickle my spine. My entire body goes frigid, immobile from the coursing poison.
An intense heat flows through me. I groan.
Eva kneels down again. "What's wrong?"
"The poison is going faster." I say. My voice is losing its power.
"Relax. I'll find it in a second." She says.
I cough. Small droplets of blood spirt out. The metallic taste makes me even more scared. But I can't be afraid of death. I have to show the world what I am made of.
"Eva, just stay here with me. I can't do this alone."
She starts to cry. Her voice breaks. "Don't leave me alone. I can't be alone."
I shush her. "It's okay. I knew what I was up against."
She sniffles. "You mean the Games."
I cough again. I feel my throat get clogged by more blood. "Don't you get it? There was no way they would let a girl like me win."
Eva trembles. "A girl like you?"
"Think about it. District Twelve. Bow and arrow. I could have been the worlds greatest tribute, and I would have died anyway."
I smile at her. "At least I have someone beside me. And I have the Earth to look at one last time."
The large porthole looking out towards Earth makes Eva's silhouette brighten with her shadow falling on me.
Eva cries harder. "I can't do this by myself. There's no way. You haven't seen Venus yet."
"Yes you can. Just remember that there is no way for you to fail. Even if you do die, there's two great friends waiting for you. And Cadmium."
She chokes out a laugh. "Yeah, right."
My eyes start to redden. There is more heat in me now. My eyesight is becoming blurred, and my throat is as dry as a desert.
"Mom, thanks for everything. You were the best mom a troublesome girl like me could have."
"Venus, please don't."
"Autumn and Willow, you're going to be the best twins when you grow up like you already are. Don't take your lives for granted."
Eva's tears fall onto my chest.
"Dove, you're my best friend. You too, Sterling."
Hot tears start to stream down my cheeks. I feel so hot on the inside. My vision is going black. Everything inside me is shutting down.
"I can't wait to see you, dad."
I take one last look at the planet outside. It looks so peaceful and happy. I wish the people down there feel just as good about their lives as I did.
I feel my head lean to the side.
My eyes close. Then nothingness takes over.
Eva-Marie Green
The cannon fires.
The anguish I feel inside me is ripping my insides into shreds. I have to run from the room. I feel vomit start to rise up in my throat. Just keep choking it down. You're in the top three now. You need to concentrate.
I'm all alone in space.
There is no one to talk to. No one to help me. And a giant arena where I just wander until slaughter happens.
That is until I make it to the airlock room.
There is a trail of blood splattered on the floor. It must be from Romeo must have gone across space. There is some scattered bits of food and rope on the floor. The television in the room is on.
How will I get through this without Venus? She made me feel more comfortable in my situation. Now, I must avenge her. Romeo needs to die. Then, I can go out and live my life the way I should: the way Venus and Aaron would want me to.
I look at the monitor. It shows a burning meteor.
And it's coming in five minutes. Was I by Venus's body for that long?
I run to the space suits. I pull my legs into the right spots. Putting on the heavy equipment takes at least five minutes. I need to keep a calm mind. I put on the under suit with the tubes of liquid cooling water.
One and a half minutes to go.
I strap in the overall part around my shoulders. Then, I pull up the tight bottom of the suit. It is hard to pull up. The material is so puffy and hard to grip even by the waistband.
One minute.
Now comes the top. I pull on the top part of the suit and yank it down over my head. I suck my gut in to make sure that it is in place. When it is there, I fasten the parts onto the waist to ensure there is no room for escaping oxygen.
Once my fingers are all the way in the gloves, I take the helmet and plop it over my head. Then, I lock it in place.
Twenty seconds.
How did the time fly by so fast? It couldn't have taken me that long to put it on.
I run towards the airlock. Pressing the open button, my body rushes in the moment a body-sized crack appears.
The room is a deep red. A siren blares out even louder.
I press the open button for the airlock.
Space sucks me out.
The vacuum yanks me out of the ship like I'm a doll on a string. My voice yells out with the increasing force of the pull.
All I hear is myself. I'm breathing faster. My heart is screeching in my chest.
I race further into space.
But I forgot to time my jump.
Instead of heading directly towards the middle ship, I am heading out into deep space.
I scream louder than I ever have in my entire life.
Nothing but black greets me as I start to fly farther into the abyss. The only thing left for me to do is meet the stars and wait for my oxygen to deplete.
There is nothing I can do. I flail my arms, trying to swim my way back. But I can't turn. The arena is starting to grow smaller. I turn my head towards it.
The meteor strikes where I was before.
The entire ship rips into separate pieces as they split away like a crumbling building. Electrical sparks and ropes fling themselves around like swimming tadpoles. They spiral away further and further.
Just then, I see a thick rope of some sort stretch out. It stays attached to the ship, wedged between to pieces of debris pressed together. It comes at me with the speed of a dropping rock.
It is my only chance.
I reach my arm back.
The rope keeps moving closer.
Just a few more feet.
It stops.
I hurtle myself backwards. I stretch out one more time.
My hand grasps the end of the rope.
I halt my progression into space. My entire body is upside down, and I am holding onto the rope with my stretched back and bent arm. I am at the mercy of the insulated rope. More debris scatters around and rockets away and towards me. I pray that it misses me. If I'm hit, there's no way I can equal its propulsion. It will rip me away from the rope.
I tug on the rope to pull myself forward. The rope doesn't budge from it's wedged spot. I grunt and heave forward again.
I fly forward and let go of the rope. At that moment, it dislodges from its spot and spirals into space. I am still upside down. I can't control my spin and I hurtle towards the broken ship.
When I hit the wreckage, tiles and electrical wires rip out of their places. My head starts to jerk to its side inside the helmet. The wind is knocked right out of me. I try to grab onto whatever I can, but there is no hold. A piece of wall is right behind me. I buckle my legs, preparing for the impact.
I ram into the wall. With the hit, I start to spiral around like a merry-go-round. The Earth comes into my vision, then out. The wreckage sailing into space comes in, then out. I'm spinning so fast, it all becomes a blue of dim blue, metal wreckage, and black.
All of it is becoming black. The forces are too much for my head. It hurts harder. Darkness starts to form in the corners of my eyes. It starts to grow larger, and spots form even faster.
I'm still upside down.
This might be it.
Just then, a pillar cut from the ship slams me on my side.
It stops my spin, but I become even more disoriented. My head stays light with the impact. I start to drift slower in the direction of its hit, but I am still spinning around, albeit more bearable. Like a fly swatter, it hit me with enough force to bounce me off it and scatter me towards the center arena.
I drift slowly. My head can rest easier.
I lasso in as much air as I can while I travel towards the slow-moving center.
With the bang of debris, I was saved for the moment. Now, I'm heading towards safety. Unless Romeo was still alive.
My thoughts turn back to Venus and Aaron.
"Is there something else out here?" I huff out. "A place people go when they die? Can I believe in anything? Do I have a right to exist?"
In the distance, a comet burns bright and streaks for a second through the strangling dark.
"Why does Earth exist? Who made such terrible things?"
The center is still a few minutes away. I close my eyes and breathe slower.
"Why is there nothing up here to save us all?"
Romeo Caliteo
It's past midnight now. I've made some progress through the arena. I need to find somebody. I can still take them on. I cried with happiness when I heard the cannon fire and saw Venus's name in the screen. A weight felt lifted off of my shoulders. Euphoria filled my every fiber. I was like a little boy that got an amazing birthday present. My goal is near. Once these girls are gone, my work will be complete.
I push my way down the halls. Thank the Gamemakers for having zero gravity. Otherwise I would be dragging myself around. There is no blood leaking through me, even though it would with gravity. On top of that, I can right myself and stand on the floor if I pull myself down enough.
Eva-Marie has to die. Once all the girls are gone, I will be happy forever. They will pay for all my suffering.
My mom hates me now. I don't care. She's caused me more suffering than any girl. Maybe in another world, she didn't sleep with my older brother. We would be happier.
However, I wouldn't have learned my lesson. I would still think live is real. I would be sleeping with every slut down there. Here, I've had the greatest epiphany of all. I've figured out humans. Men have to slave themselves out for women. Females take us, play our heartstrings like guitars, and break us piece by piece until we are nothing but mush.
Every bitch in this stupid place has to die. And there is only one left.
She has to be around here somewhere. She couldn't have gone very far. I know for sure that she is alive.
When I pulled the knife from my back, I set it beside me. So now I'm ready for when she comes around. Yes, I'm terrible at knife throwing, but when the time comes, I trust in whoever is up here looking down at is that I will be given the strength to shoot the knife right into her neck. Then, she can suck my cock for all I care. I can watch her gargle on her own blood until she is nothing but a cold statue of a body.
When I round a corner, a guy stops in front of me.
It's that guy the Careers were scouting out. The guy that killed Satine. The shirtless guy with a cowboy hat and leather belt with whip.
Aslovee.
My hero. The guy that stood up and killed that slut.
I lower my knife and raise my hands up. He is about ten feet away.
"Please don't." I'm surprised at how weak my voice sounds.
He glares daggers at me. I feel a small chill come over my shoulders. I need him to like me and fast.
"I'm so close to my goal. Don't kill me yet. We need to kill Eva-Marie. She's the only girl left. If I die before she does, those cunts on Earth will win. We have to kill them all."
I lower myself to my knees. I can't help but think that this is how the scene with Satine played out.
"I'm begging you. After that, I can die in peace. Please, we just need to work together for this one kill. They all need to die. Don't you get it? You have opened my eyes. They are nothing but sluts that play all of us. We need to take back the power that belongs to is. We can't be played with anymore. This is for all men. Please."
He keeps his dangerous stare frozen on his face.
This isn't working. There is no reasoning with this guy. I need to complete my mission. My vengeance for all men that have ever been treated this way.
If he doesn't want to be apart of it, then I will finish it myself.
I push off the floor and lean back towards the knife. When I grasp it, I take my free hand and hold on to a pipe on the side. Then, I fly forward.
I rear back my arm. The knife is aimed at his heart.
Just a few more feet.
A whip knocks away the knife and draws blood from my hand.
I spin slowly from the hit and shout out in pain.
From the corner of my eye, I see his glare from under the brim of his hat. Then, I see the gleam of a sword being unsheathed in the light.
I stretch my palm out. "Please. I need to kill he-."
The sword slashes into my side.
I roll around and writhe in pain.
"No. I'm begging you. They'll win."
The tip plunges into my middle.
I press my hands around the blade. It went right through me. I already feel the blood clogging inside me. I'm coughing it ou. A few droplets float in front of my face.
I look up at Aslovee.
"Women don't deserve us. We need to attack." I gargle.
Damn it. I was so close to my revenge.
It's all over.
My vision fails, and I see nothing but black?
Fucking traitor. How could Aslovee do this to me?
4. Venus Whitmore
I honestly think the only reason people didn't like her was because she was from Twelve and used a bow and arrow. If either one of these was different, people may like her. I loved every second writing her. I guess when they say write for an audience of one, it didn't work out here.
3. Romeo Caliteo
You have to admit his development was interesting. How could a chivalrous, loving man like Romeo fall into a hole of misogyny, attempted rape, and blind anger. Just add the Games! It's okay. I would have hated him, too.
We are almost there. Should there be one last Games chapter, or two? Let me know! Who will win out of the last two? Who do you want to win and why? Who is the better character? Also, have these Games lived to your expectations. Or are they disappointing. Please don't be mean. This is my first try,'and I don't want my my heart broken. Everybody check out Thou Art Mortal. It's a great SYOT with more effort put in than my silly old story.
See you soon. There probably won't be an update in the next two days, but the Games will be over by the end of the week. I expect the sequel to start next week at some point.
Keep up the great reviewing. It's what makes me strive for success.
