Aslovee Chesed

What the fuck was that shithead going on about? He was talking about wiping out all the girls in the world, and he begged me to let him kill the last girl. Why didn't he just try and get rid of me? It's disgusting, his random hatred towards and entire gender. The Games are pointless enough. Why should they have to die because of his personal problems.

Granted, that girl from District One did try to blow me. I assume that was Four's girlfriend. I would be pissed off, too. But I would be pissed off at the killer. He seemed happy to see me. I wouldn't have been surprised if he tried to blow me as well.

I won't say I feel better, but I can't help but be a little relieved. There is only one last person standing between me and going back to Earth. One person left before I can have the longest shower of my life and have an actual roof over my head. One person left to prove that I don't need my parents or anybody to survive. I raised myself, and if it works, then fuck if I'm going to stop.

It's past midnight. Am I going to find the girl, or will the Capitol take me to her? I'm not worried about dying from mechanical means anymore. The Capitol wants a fight to the death. I have to face her at some point. Regardless, I need to keep my eyes open and senses working. No shithead is going to sneak up on me.

Apparently, the Capitol folks are liking me more and more.

A light goes of in one of the sponsor boxes. I float towards the shaft and open the door. Inside lays a water bottle and the same jumpsuit Five was wearing.

Finally, I can feel more comfortable.

I flung my cowboy hat across the room and put on the jumpsuit. It is tight and fits like the cooling liquid vest inside one of the bulky spacesuits. It is warm and elastic. It seems like a normal jumpsuit. I find it hard to trust something that seems so thin.

Im so much better about having something around my chest. I felt incredibly unclean without me from all the dirt and grime from around the arena.

What sucks is one of my swords is permanently nicked. With the lack of weapons around, I need to be careful for a final showdown. I think this is all the time we have left here. I can't use heavy or bulky weapons, and my aim is bad for long range weapons.

What would happen back in District Nine? Those fuckers would pretend to be happy for me. The same ones that sneered at me walking down the street. It's disgusting to think about how people are so easily swayed.

I hear a groan.

I'm around the same place where the airlock room is located. I need to be quiet and calm. I've done this before when I've sneaked around different places like the Peacekeeper center. I don't know who this person is. She could be the toughest tribute yet. Or she could be weak and hurt. That would be even worse. She would be erratic and reckless. Even if it is the final two, control is my friend.

I elevate myself down the hall. The corner is just inches away.

My hand is placed on the edge.

I push myself off it and make the turn.

By the airlock room door is a tall girl with who is hunched over her knees. She is gasping for air and wearing her spacesuit pants. She has a belt around her waist with two knives. Her frazzled hair is floating up and above her like she was in a swimming pool.

No time to waste.

I unsheathe the sword from my back and pull myself forward.

She looks up. Her green eyes widen in shock.

She brings a hand to her waist and flicks sharp metal forward.

That's when the knife plunges into my left shoulder.


Jerome kicks open the door and saw the security guard stationed at the side of the door. He hustled past him down the gleaming hallway in the moonlight. The sunroof stretched all the way down the long corridor as Jerome ran like an escapee from prison.

When he reached the bathroom, he rested his hands on the cold marble sink counter. After snagging some precious breathes of air, he fumbled in his dress pants pocket for plastic bag. When he pulled it out, he smoothed out the bag and opened it. A white powdery substance crumbled inside the bag. He ripped it open and dropped the contents on the counter.

He pulled out his valet Parker's business card and chopped the substance into long individual lines. Once done, he took out a plastic straw. Closing on nostril with his finger, he put the straw in his other nostril and leaned down to the powder. She snorted it into his nose.

He leaned back and gasped. His eyes widened and started to turn red.

He did this for the six other lines of cocaine. His heart rate exploded into electric thumps. His limbs were twitching and shaking like a blender. The lights in the bathroom erupted into blaring spotlights that sting his sensitive eyes. He felt electrified, hyper, and angry.

The bathroom door opened. An old bald man walked into the room. He looked at Jerome. Then, he saw the mess on the counter.

"What are you doi-."

Jerome pulled a pistol with a sliencer from the inside pocket of his suit jacket. He pulled the trigger.

The man's face froze in eternal shock as the bullet ran through his head. Ruby blood flung itself to the white wall behind him.

Jerome ran past the corpse and out of the room.

He turned himself down the hallway and ran faster. His blood was pumping like an adrenaline filled warrior preparing for battle.

A security guard started to run towards the bathroom.

"What was that?" He shouted at Jerome.

Jerome turned around and shot the guard twice in the chest.

He reloaded the clip, and ran faster.

A few seconds later, he reached the garage of the headquarters. He scanned the area for his car. When he found it, he turned it on and slammed on the gas. The tire tracks burned into the concrete as he raced away.

A block after he left, a siren sounded from the building.


Aslovee swung his blade at Eva-Marie. The sword cut into her side. She shouted in pain while scurrying back into the airlock room. Aslovee's momentum made him fly past the door, so he could only watch as Eva-Marie escaped into the room.

Inside, she heaved her chest for air while running towards her discarded spacesuit. She hurried to wrestle herself into the suit. Because she had her suit pants on, she put on the top and simply strapped the suit together.

Aslovee popped in once she had the torso on. Blood bubbles on his shoulder. He pulled out the knife. She had one knife left in her hand. However, she did not throw it. Instead, she rushed to the table for her helmet and darted towards the airlock. Aslovee ran towards her and shunted his sword at her. He nicked the side of the suit as she ran into the red room. Aslovee followed suit. Once the got inside the room, Eva-Marie slapped her helmet on. She leapt backwards from Aslovee while he advanced on her.

He swung again.

Eva-Marie dodged and reached for the keypad to open the door. Aslovee ran forward and tacked her to the ground. She tried to plunge the knife into his stomach, but Aslovee knocked her hand back and rolled off her. He jumped back to his feet and reached forward with his blade.

Eva-Marie reached the keypad. Aslovee sprinted for the room door and held onto the metal handle. She opened the bay door into space.

Aslovee gripped the metal and held on as the vacuum of space tried to yank him backwards. Eva-Marie escaped into space. She climbed out into the dark expanse and started to scale the outside wall of the spaceship.

Aslovee used every muscle in his body to pull himself forward. He pressed the button to close the bay door. His arms were getting tired. He felt his grip start to slip. The force of the pull was too strong. His shoulder was hurting even more. It felt like his arms wear about to tear from its sockets.

His hands let go.

He flies towards the closing doors.

He spins around and holds his sword horizontally in front of him.

The sword hit the door and stopped his descent into space.

He does not fly into the gap, and it grew smaller before it closes.

Aslovee fell to the ground and hopped back up. The pain in his shoulder rattled the hurt nerves. He clutched it and headed for the airlock room.

Once back inside, he started to put on the spacesuit.


Jerome reached the Presidents Manor in six minutes.

Being on the outskirts of the Capitol, there was no traffic between the Game Headquarters and the President's place. It was a light tanned building that stretched at least two city blocks. The white shuttered windows gleamed in the full moon above it. A golden fountain of the Earth stood in the center of the brick drive-through. Green hedges lined the entire house.

The security guards at the gate did not know about The siren yet, so Jerome drive right in. He parked in front of the large oak door. Walking out, he went up the marble steps.

Two security guards flanked the door on both sides. One of them held out his palm. Jerome slapped it with his own.

"I wasn't hi-fiving you, dumbass. I want to know what you're doing here."

Jerome nodded. "Excuse me, gentleman. But I must see President Lanarsus for some business."

"You know you have to call an hour before you come." The other guard said.

"I apologize, but it was last minute."

The guard sighed and waved him forward.

Just as Jerome reached for the door handle, the other guard stopped him.

"Hold up. I'm getting something in my earpiece," he said.

"Me too," the other one said.

"Code forty," the guard said. We're on lockdown. There's been a shooting at the Game Headquarters. You need to leave," he said to Jerome.

"Very well."

Jerome turned around. He took one step.

Then, he whipped around with two guns in hand directed at the guards faces.

Two blood splatters tainted the white pillars behind them.

Jerome grabbed an assault rifle from one of the guards and burst into the room.

The foyer was a large white space with a marble staircase leading up to the next floor. The floor was an immaculate ivory and two large doors were etched into both sides of the foyer. A few statues and busts of Panem's past presidents and Hunger Game winners stood by the walls like soldiers protecting the building.

The actual security guards stood by each door entrance and the front of the staircase.

Jerome lifted the assault rifle and mowed down the guards in front of him by the stairs. More blood coated the white steps.

Once the guards broke out of their shocked states, they pointed their weapons and opened fire.

Jerome leapt towards his side and hid behind a statue of President Snow. Bullets punctured the marble and the pieces flew around like firecrackers. The sound of the impact made Jerome deaf. He heard only the sound of the ringing in his ear. More marble rained down around him,

In the midst of the fire, Jerome leaned from behind the statue and fired on the guards from his left. He peppered the shots across their zone, and the bullets hit their middle. The bullets pierced their body armor and made them fall in injury.

Jerome got on his feet and started to strafe sideways towards the next statue, one of the winners of the Seventy Forth Hunger Games, Katniss Everdeen. He grazed his shots towards the other pair of guards. A couple of bullets poked his legs, but because of his drugged state, he did not react. Instead, he returned fire and killed the other two guards. When he made it to the injured guards, he lifted one up to his feet and out him in front as a human shield. The guard screamed as Jerome dragged him in front of him towards the stairs.

A few guards rushed to the railing of the floor above him. They had their weapons pointed at him and the hurt guard.

Jerome started to snipe them one at a time as they shot from all sides. A few more bullets punctured him, and the guard screamed as some entered him as well.

"Sorry Daryl." One of the guards screamed to Jerome's shield.


When Aslovee put on his spacesuit, he clutched his sword and got into the airlock. He paused briefly before opening the doors. This was the end. He and Eva-Marie were four to right to the death in space.

He opened the door and entered the darkness.

There was no noise from him or her. Aslovee went in the direction Eva-Marie climbed towards. He went towards the roof of the ship.

When he popped hi head over the edge, Eva-Marie thrusted forward and tackled him. She wrapped her arms around his head and pulled her legs around his torso. They somersaulted away from the surface of the ship. Eva-Marie stabbed the knife into his suit.

Because of the length of the knife, the blade did not sink far enough to cause damage. She kept stabbing, but it had no effect. They keep spinning faster over and under towards the other non-destroyed spaceship.

Aslovee pushed her away and stretched his arm out with his sword at the ready. Eva-Marie kicks his hand and sends him spinning again. She hurtles towards the closing in ship.

Both the center of the arena and the smaller ship are coming closer towards each other. They are ready for impact, and the two tributes are directly in between them.

Eva-Marie and Aslovee's distance towards each other stay constant. They fly closer towards the ship which is coming closer towards them.

Eva finds only one more opportunity until they hit the wall.

She took the knife and threwit.

Aslovee turned himself into a barrel roll and dodges the knife. It cuts through the nonexistent air towards the abyss.

Eva-Marie holds her breathe.

She hits the wall with her head.

She bounced away slowly as everything jostled in front of her. Her head is rattling from the hit, and her brain hurts from the disorienting impact. She floats up and starts to head to where the two ships are about to hit each other.

She gasped harder for breath. Her oxygen will run out in less than three minutes.

Because of her sliding up the surface, she is right in front of Aslovee.

He points his sword at her chest. She tries to roll herself to the side.

The sword goes into her arm.

A silent scream dies in the noiseless area of space as Eva-Marie writhes and wiggles from the hit. Aslovee takes out the sword and tries to plunge it into her again.

In the reflection of his helmet, he sees the spaceship behind him.

He takes Eva-Marie by the shoulder and lifts her up into the danger zone. He uses his sword to hit the surface and lift himself downward.

Eva-Marie's deaf scream stops when she turns around.

The two arenas crash into each other.

Flying metal and glass crash into Aslovee and sends him scrambling around the curved outer wall. It pushed him further away from the crushing arenas. A few more feet, and he will be plummeting toward Earth.

He grabs onto a broken porthole. His finger clutch the open sill.

The pain in his shoulder was almost blinding to his vision. The two ships were disintegrating into a mesh of electrical wiring and jagged metal. The roaring crash was muted inside his helmet. He could only hear his grunts and gasps for breath. He felt his shoulder ripping.

With one unbearable heave, he lifted himself into the wreckage.

The sprawling debris scattered further and further away from the impact zone. However, there was a large group of cables that was snagged around Eva-Marie's suit. It dug into her and was actively strangling her like a boa constrictor.

She was clawing at the ropes, trying to rip her way out of the electrical wiring. Blood was splattered on the inside of her helmet, and unheard screams came from her.

Aslovee dodged the spinning metal and stopped right in from of her. She was pressed between the ropes and a piece of the destroyed wall. The entire inside of the arena was now exposed, and the wreckage was twisted into a gigantic maze of destroyed machines and blinking lights.

Eva-Marie's oxygen depleted.

Aslovee saw her gasping for air. Her lungs started to burn. She felt her heart rate increase faster with every fight for air.

She mouthed at Aslovee.

"Please."


Jerome dropped the human shield at the front of the Presidents door. His body dripped blood on the velvet floor. He took a grenade from the man's pocket, and pulled the clip. Dropping it by the groaning man, he ran behind the corner of the hallway by the office. He covered his ears.

The explosion rattled the pictures and mirrors off the wall. They smashed to the ground as smoke started to come from the room. Jerome ran from behind the corner towards the giant hole that was the door.

A few moaning security guards lay on the floor. Jerome wiped them out. A few guards were planted by the walls. They zeroed in on Jerome.

He fell to the floor and his under the cover of the smoke. He shot at them again.

A few jarring vibrations from the firearm later, the corpses fall to the ground.

Jerome stood in front of the white desk. He stopped, waiting for any movement.

He took a step forward.

Nothing.

Another step.

A small fire began to burn towards the side of the room.

One more step.

This was it. If Jerome failed now, Lanarsus would live and stop the revolution in its tracks. They would probably keep him alive and torture him for information about inter-dimensional travel and the location of the Rebellion. The puppet president to be end rated would be killed, and every person on their side in the Capitol would be executed.

Lanarsus's head pops up from behind the desk. Along with a double barreled shotgun.

In many action movies, the hero and the Gillian partake in a battle of wits. A long monologue revealing everything to the people involved. All the dots would commect, and the explanations of the entire story would be out there in the open because there was nothing left to lose and the plot had reached its end.

Jerome is no action hero, and the Rebellion's grand plan had finally commenced.

A shotgun shell whizzed past Jerome's head.

A bullet whizzed into President Lanarsus's head.


In the beauty of outer space, Aslovee looked at the scene around him. The destroyed wreckage floated around like bubbles blown by a child in a park. The Earth was just as placid as before, painting the black with lively cerulean and mint green. On the other side, the infinite darkness surrounded the burning stars light years away. Nothing to hurt them, nothing to touch them.

Eva-Marie Green deserved to see them one more time.

From a place different than the lonely arena.

All she wanted now was to meet her friends somewhere in the blanket of stars, nuzzling her into a never ending sleep.

Aslovee Chesed stabbed his sword into her neck.


Jerome jumped at the sound of the cannon. He turned to the cracked television, and saw the Victor. He smiled.

The new era of man begins with Aslovee Chesed.

"Thanks, kid. Good luck with everything."

After punishing his superiors, Helen, and twenty four kids with his existence, he needed to make sure that his deeds would not go without consequence. Good and bad.

It was a fitting punishment and reward for Jerome.

He heard the footsteps of Peacekeepers running towards him. A light shone from the window behind him.

There was only one way to make sure the Rebellion was not put in jeopardy.

Jerome out the gun to his head.

The Peacekeepers filed in to find a large number of bodies. Behind the desk was the beloved President Lanarsus. In front of his desk was the beaten, battered, and bloody body of Jerome _.


Aslovee pushed away and floated towards the edge of the arena. He looked down at Earth. He did not celebrate. He did not cry. He showed no emotion except for the dark, almost apathetic look of his black eyes reflecting the planet below him. He could see everything.

He only heard one thing in the noiseless vacuum of space.

"Ladies and gentleman, our Victor for the Seventy-Sixth Hunger Games, Aslovee Chesed."


We are done! Congratulations to KhaalidaNyx for winning. Thank you to all the OC creators and people that have followed, favorited, and reviewed this story. Keep up the wonderful work!

If you have submitted a tribute for the next Games, let me know. Also, reservations are now open to everybody! Tell your friends and family!

Eulogy Time (plays sad music)

2. Eva-Marie Green

I think I made Eva-Marie meaner and pushier than she should have been. Regardless, she had arguably the most emotional turmoil in hese Games. Usually, those are the people that win the Games. This time, though, I wanted to see a Games that had the guts to have a different, togher type of Victor. Not every Victor is an angel, everybody! There are so many Games where this is the case, so I am glad that I can be the exception to that rule. Thanks to TheSecretNovelist on the second place finish!

Kill Count

Aslovee Chesed (District 9)-6-VICTOR

Who knew Nine had it in them? And he killed his own District partner? Too bad Sirch had to go against a swordsman. And I wonder why he was so slow on killing in that last situation. But look at all of these kills! The one with the most kills doesn't normally win, but that happened now!

Slate Bedford (District 2)-2

If there was a Career stereotype, she must be it. Good riddance.

Glint Mugg (District 1)-2

He almost seems to nice to kill. Oh well. A Career killing another Career. That's new. Maybe.

Eva-Marie Green (District 7)-1

Even Johanna had to start somewhere.

Romeo Caliteo (District 4)-3

He touched the trident last before it pierced her, so it is technically his kill. Figures. Hope he doesn't get too maniacal, though.

Are you happy with the Victor? If so, why? If not, why? What do you think the Victor will say or do during the interviews, Victory tour, ect.? What would you like to see involving this character in the future. He will be involved in a plot stretching into the next Games. So get ready!

An Exit Questionnaire will be sent to all followers of this story. Expect it very soon!

Victor Interview and reaction should be next!