Here we go again... only half of the original 24 are still with us in the arena! Day 3 is here... I think this one will not be the most interesting out of the first three days. I want to get this chapter out!
District Rankings:
12th- District 10- Hore Farland (23rd) and Gordon Fields (22nd)
11th- District 12- Andre Sanchez (24th) and Mica Parker (19th)
10th- District 5- Wyatt Laysen (18th) and Cindra Vasquez (13th)
Remaining Tributes:
Othello French (District 1 Male)
Juno Abeck (District 2 Female)
Dayta Anode (District 3 Female) and Tesla Datum (District 3 Male)
Kendall Cutlier (District 4 Female)
Sigrid Alclad (District 6 Female) and Wheel Jammer (District 6 Male)
Dakota Estreem (District 7 Male)
Rachael Smith (District 8 Female) and Terrance Jackson (District 8 Male)
Artemis Grace (District 9 Female)
Elisa Serrah (District 11 Female)
Artemis Grace- 14- District 9 Female
I climb up the mountain opposite of where I saw that one duo hiking. After I ran away from Sigrid, with the box that I stole amazingly by the way, I started climbing up this mountain. This one is noticeably less steep than the other one. Maybe it is a mountain with less bang for the buck of climbing.
I do not have much water, only the one slightly filled up bottle I found, and that was because of the rain that was pouring yesterday. I frown, and I use the hood on my tribute costume. I am lucky the forest was decided in a year I was chosen. Every year, District 9 has always had bottle green, and it blended in with the forest pretty well.
I think of tributes costumes with unfortunate color schemes in the forest. The bad thoughts come when I think about how these people could die. But hey, contrast did not mean that much in the last games. Adrian and Cyrus did pretty well for themselves, so it will not be that bad...
At least I hope.
I think of my weapons... or the lack of weapons. My sharpened stick is now gone because of my fight with Sigrid. The minimal amount of knives I managed to get did not last that long either... I only have my bow and arrow. I scream as a tree grows out of nowhere, and I trip.
My bow falls down the edge of the mountain side... no! Why did they do that! I do not have a weapon now!
Breath Artemis, breath. It takes a moment, but I regain my composure. I look down the side that my bow fell down, and I gasp... I cannot get it back! It just will not be able to work... no! This means I have to make my own weapons... again!
I made my own choices my whole entire life... I had to do things by myself my whole entire life... at District 9, I made my own bow... so nothing is stopping me from making another... wow... maybe there is... the lack of weapons. But I cannot just go out and hope to survive. I have no doubts Sigrid wants to hunt for the eight not in their alliance now, and I feel nervous... I cannot survive 1 on 1 against Juno, Othello, or Kendall, and that is not even taking into account that the whole pack could be there.
Gah! Why must this be so frustrating!
I can just feel my blood pressure rising from the rage and frustration of it all.
I gasp when I hear the sonar of a sponsor. I laugh in glee, maybe a bit too much. There is wood and a bit of string, and a couple of other materials... I can build my own bow! Wait, there is a note here.
Here is your material for a bow. You need a weapon. Money is getting tight, there are too less tributes now. You are not the most popular tribute remaining. Also, why have you not gone and try to find Dakota? He was an alliance member. He is out there, and closer than you may think. ~Ceres.
I scratch my head...
Maybe I did forget about Dakota. I kind of forgot about that whole alliance anyways. After all, I was going to betray them anyways. Sad to say, but survival theory does not apply to these games. We would have gotten to the final twelve. The careers are bound to break soon, I just know it!
If I do see him, I will no doubt want to ally with him though. I could kill him and get sponsors... I know most of what I say is really selfish, but I cannot let anybody else win. I cannot let my little sister try to survive on the streets by herself.
I hike to the top of the hill and I look around. This mountain was surprisingly easy... I am so tired though! It still took effort, and without even thinking, I chug the little water I had left in my mouth. I swallow in satisfaction... I am an idiot. Now I have no water... wait!
I look to the right and in seconds I am near the water. I gulp it down like a desperate dog, but I am so tired.
After the amazing water, I stagger up to my feet.
I look of the side of the mountain as I dip an apple in the lake, and I eat it... so good.
I see a colony of houses very far back... this mountain must be taller than I thought! I did climb nonstop. The little patch of houses has to be something. Is it a village. It seems like a risk to go there, but I have taken risks my whole life. I take a bite out of my second apple and pack up.
I am going to the village.
Dayta Anode- 15- District 3 Female
This morning, Tesla sent me out to forage for some more blueberries. We have been doing really good today with berries. We will have enough to live for sure, but the extra food will not hurt. I am being slightly mean here- or major- but it is good Cindra died. We would have even less food than we do now.
So selfish of me, but I need it.
I see a huge patch of blueberries. I grab a lot of them. Some look slightly different, but I grab it anyway. More fruit for us!
Othello French- 18- District 1 Male
I wake up like I did yesterday. Being second while Sigrid is pacing around. Thanks to her, everything has been organized well. I laugh to myself as I stand up, going into the food section. Only twelve remain, and there is still so much of it!
I eat some of the bacon and eat a chocolate bar as Juno wakes up. I frown at her. So far, little honor has been showed by her. She is too rude for my liking, and her kills- very lame! She only killed one of the Brat Trio and the blind and deaf girl.
My thoughts drift to my own kills. I killed another member of the Brat Trio, the boy who killed Wyatt, the high scoring 12-year-old and a fan favorite in Cindra. I have the most kills at the moment with four. Maybe 3.5 because Cindra could be seen as accidental suicide. Such little honor, running into the spear.
I grab one of the knives in the weapons section of the cornucopia, and I peel off an orange. "Hand me a piece?" Juno asks as she yawns. I toss her it as she eats it. "You know. It is really nice without Kendall to be loud and noisy."
I was about to agree, but then we just hear Kendall snoring very obnoxiously.
"You just had to say that?" Sigrid says, showing irritation.
"I will cut you, six!" Juno hisses. She has been pretty tame so far in the games, but her true personality is still there. "So..." I say. "Our hunt went really well last time. We killed Cindra and that boy from four... Sailor? Kendall never shuts up about it... when should we start today?"
"In an hour." Juno says.
"But why!" I ask. Seriously, we could just kill another two people! So simple!
"Because, Kendall is not awake, and we should just relax." Sigrid says. I swear I heard Juno mutter about how leaving Kendall to possibly die is a good thing... is it bad I do agree with Juno on this one? I groan.
"I will just go scout the area. I killed two people yesterday! I am so pumped up for this!" I tell them. Sigrid did say about how that girl from district nine, and how she came in. Maybe others are more desperate, and some may be around.
"Ok." Juno says. "Come back in thirty minutes though. If Kendall does not wake up, we will kill her."
There are no objections.
I grab a little bag of fruit, and I dash off into the clearing with a belt of throwing knives, the bloody spear from yesterday, a dagger, and a great sword. I also have a light backpack with the bacon in it. I pass by some bushes with nightlock, and for fifteen minutes, no one is there.
Until I see the color for District 7. Dakota... time to die.
Dakota Estreem- 18- District 7 Male
Looking around in the forest, I groan. The boy from eight threw his hatchet at my leg... I cannot believe it! This whole time, the games have been a mess for me. Holly and Milo are dead, I just seem to not be able to find Artemis, and I have a leg injury. I patch it up.
The frown on my face does not leave me quickly.
I then hear large, pounding footsteps... Othello! Crap!
I whip around and throw dirt at him. He yelps as he notices me. I do not speak. Actions speak louder than words after all, and I will prove that to this loud, proud career. It is time to win a fight and get sponsors.
Then a wave of fear hits me like a truck... what if the others are here! A moment passes, and the fear was just that- fear.
We stare at each other... I grab a heavy rock and throw it at him. He screams out as his foot was stubbed. He screams, holding his foot. I do not waste any time, and I sprint over to him with my axe. He kicks me in the jaw, and we both scream. He holds his toe.
He tackle me to the ground. Ow! I yell in pain as his punches get harder and harder. Ow! I can't just take this! I uppercut his jaw, and punch his mouth. I smirk as blood drips out, and I scream as a jolt of pain goes through my eye! He spit his damn tooth out at me!
I knee his in the gut, and he gasps. I pull his hair and bash his head into the ground three times before I find a searing pain in my leg. He stabbed me with his knife. I may die now! I should have ran. Het grabs his sword, and I kick the handle, and the sword flies away. As he gasps, I throw a knife, and it hits his shoulder. I am happy when he screams in pain. I grab an apple, and I bash his nose. I get up, but I get pushes into the tree.
I take out my smaller hatchet, and I swing at his neck. He does a matrix move, and I kick his knee before he can get up. He screams as he realizes I have the upper hand in this fight.
I swing my hatchet down at his neck, but his arm blocks it. He stabs my gut mildly with his dagger, and we separate... he needs to die, and quick! I scream loudly as the sword enter my thigh, and the blood just starts pouring out. I may bleed out. He tries to flee, but I throw another knife, and it hits his leg, and he falls down. I inch closer with my hatchet, and it swings down, hitting his foot for the first time, making multiple body parts the victims of my hatchet. He looks nervous, and I swing the hatchet down for the final time.
Except it isn't.
I step back, and he slashes my knee with the knife. Ow! I kneel down, and he feel severe pain in my foot, because another knife is in it. He grabs something from his bag, and he stuffs it down... does he want food before he dies. I gasp as I am pushed into the lake nearby, and I feel like I am about to die as Othello jumps in with his weapons. He swings that bag at me, and I feel drowsy.
I punch his nose, and he falls back. I jump on top of him, trying to drown him. I think of the Bella vs Ceres fight from the last games, but this is not a river. It is just a lake. I gasp as his dagger enters me gut again. I release him as he jumps on top of me. I just see the knife glimmer in the light.
I pull his hair, and dunk him under with me. We grapple underwater for a bit, before I grab a fish in the water and smack him hard in the face. I push the blade of my knife against his throat. He gasps in fear, but he manages to rid me of the knife. I kick him in the jaw as we both head back up for air.
I go down again to retrieve the knife, but I am stabbed in the back with the spear. I gasp.
...
because I am still alive. That hit was minor because we were underwater... yes!
I do not go for the knife anymore. As shown, it could have killed me! I grab my floating axe instead. I cannot help but think of how red and bloody the water is now! It is adding to my panic! Othello blocks me from getting up, but my hatchet in his knee, followed by dunking him helps me reach the surface.
I grab the axe as he heads up, yanking my boots off, and he tries smacking me. I head down with my axe. He screams, even though it is hard to hear, but you can tell by the bubbles slowly reaching the surface... anyways, he screams as my axe goes down, almost cracking his skull in two. I gasp as his knife hits my shoulder. I go up for air. So does Othello. We reach other sides of river and we stare at each other. He has to die! He climbs out of the river, and I swim towards him.
Oh my god...
I was narrowly missed by him... I should be dead.
He starts to run off, but I throw my final knife into his calf. He screams as my axe hits his back. Or it would have. He used a log to block the shot. I scream as the log is thrown at me, and it knocks the wind out of me.
He throws his spear, and I find it in my gut.
No...
I fall into the water and stare at the sun. Othello runs off in a panic, and I feel the world around me slip away. I will be dead in the next minute. I hear a sonar ringing as the world slips away. I open the crate. It is a major wound healer. I rub it on my gut before I black out...
I hope I wake up.
Rachael Smith- 18- District 8 Female
I laugh wickedly as I cut an apple. I groan and hold my head, because of the throbbing headache. Debra wanted me to stay here, and I do. The house does have a casted shadow over it. I wonder about yesterday. Does this shadow grow? It was not here when I first found this village, it just came to the doorstep, and now it is casted over the village.
Debra, Bob, Joe, and some other man, about the same age as Debra, walk in my room, shaking their heads wildly.
I laugh with them.
The apple I was holding was quickly devoured... I... need... to kill it! Ha! "Hello sweetie." Debra begins. "Only twelve remain in this little game of yours. Would you like some help?" she says. I will accept it.
"Yes." I say.
"But mommy!" Bob says. "We will never leave this village! Never! He said we will never! We can get hurt!"
The emphasis on the word he. Who is he? I am so confused! I snap a stick. Screw nature. "We will be fine." the older man says.
We walk outside the village, and I see Bob crying. We walk outside. I look back and scream as they all twitch and explode. No! Debra... Joe... Bob... old man! I never got to even know his name! This is awful. The other villagers make me come back in as the family decomposes into the soil.
Tesla Datum- 15- District 3 Male
I eat some of the growing grapes on the vines nearby our little campout. I wait for Dayta to come back. We got sponsored a second container and some bread while Dayta was gone. I split the loaf in half as I chew.
The butter is so good!
I hear the footsteps, and I have my throwing knife aimed at them. The boy from 1 looks bloody, beaten, and terrified... of me. He screams and runs off. What happened to him. His footsteps get distant, and it is all quiet again.
Then I see Dayta, and I instantly toss her a bread half. Her smiles make me happy that we will be ok.
"I have a lot of blueberries." she says, putting some in both of our containers. We decide that will be our lunch... it is sad that blueberries become lunch, but in the arena, it is the best food ever. I take a handful and shove them into my mouth.
The sweet taste make me smile on the inside. She laughs. "So, what do we think about the remaining tributes. We need to get some data... on them!" I tell her. Her expression goes blank. She then rolls her eyes.
She scolds me for the pun.
Well deserved.
"First off, the boy from 1." I tell her. "He would have killed me if was not beaten so badly in a different fight." Her expression goes from worried to terrified in seconds. She looks at me, wide-eyed.
"He can tell the other careers about where we are camping." Crap! I totally forgot all about that.
"Well then..." I say. I guess that is not happening for them, because we have to move, and soon.
We talk about all of the careers as more blueberries end up in our mouths.
"Dakota is a threat-"
BANG!
Dayta falls to the ground lifelessly. I gasp... how?
I open her hand and see nightlock berries... she must have thought they were blueberries. Well, now I have no allies. No worries though, it will be fine. I pick up her lifeless body, and roll it away. I loot her and run away from the careers.
Wheel Jammer- 16- District 6 Male
I hold Elisa's hand as we walk along the steep part of the mountain. One wrong move, two cannons, and single digits from the rest of them. We noted the cannon firing ten minutes ago. I wonder who it was. I hope it was a career. One of them gone would really help right now.
Her hand is held tightly, and we make it up. I reluctantly let go of her hand. She is a really good person... I just want to help her with whoever this Nimbia character is! It confuses me too much! Gah!
We continue to walk as I drink a bit more water. We got sponsored two more bottles, so we will be fine for the rest of the day. Whatever is at the top better be good, or we just wasted our time. That would be annoying.
Elisa sees a camera, and her face lights up. She makes yet another video diary. Once she takes the camera and finishes, I ask her what it is all about. "Huh?" she says, her confusing beaming. "Oh, Nimbia..."
Her face darkens, and she untangles her hair and puts it in front of her face.
"Nimbia... she was my sister... she is dead. She died early in her life. I just want her to come back!" she says quickly. Not enough details... but does she need to give me them? It sounds seriously personal.
She buries her eyes into my shoulder. I would forgive anyone thinking that my shoulder had water poured on it or something.
"It is Ok." I tell her. "At least I know what is wrong. We are at the top of the mountain!"
She slowly removes her eye from my jacket. We see a whole stash of food and water. Meat, fries, fruit, water... everything! We have hit the goldmine. We chomp down on the food in a way that would make the Capitol scorn us.
The smile on her face makes it so much better. This wound is not healed... but we will get there.
Sigrid Alclad- 18- District 6 Female
I frown as I sharpen a stick with my knife. Artemis gave us another weapon, but more will not hurt. We are thinking Othello is dead. It has been hours, and a cannon has fired. I smile at the thought of one less threat, but we were getting along nicely.
Othello comes back out of the grass, shivering... god!
"What happening!" Juno says, angry.
"I got into a major fight with that outlier from seven." he says.
"Not the girl." I add. "Her head was smashed with my axe."
"He died!" Othello says. "I threw my spear into his gut. Five kills baby!"
The anthem plays, and we look up.
"Dakota is not dead!" he says. The girl from 3 is.
He gasps in shock.
Another person has passed away during these games. RIP.
Remaining Tributes:
Othello French (District 1 Male)
Juno Abeck (District 2 Female)
Tesla Datum (District 3 Male)
Kendall Cutlier (District 4 Male)
Sigrid Alclad (District 6 Female)
Wheel Jammer (District 6 Male)
Dakota Estreem (District 7 Male)
Rachael Smith (District 8 Female)
Terrance Jackson (District 8 Male)
Artemis Grace (District 9 Female)
Elisa Serrah (District 11 Female)
Fallen Tributes:
24th- Andre- (District 12 Male)- Mine exploded
23rd- Hore- (District 10 Female)- Sword skewered into back, by Othello
22nd- Gordan- (District 10 Male)- Stabbed in the chest with a knife repeatedly, by Juno
21st- Emilio- (District 2 Male)- Trident thrust into chest, by Kendall
20th- Athena- (District 1 Female)- Throat slashed with a katana, by Juno
19th- Mica- (District 12 Female)- Knife thrown into neck, by Juno
18th- Wyatt- (District 5 Male)- Speared repeatedly in the neck with a spear, by Parsley
17th- Holly- (District 7 Female)- Head smashed with an axe, by Sigrid
16th- Parsley- (District 11 Male)- Stomach slashed with a sword, by Othello
15th- Milo- (District 9 Male)- Knife thrown into back, by Kendall
14th- Sailor- (District 4 Male)- Spear thrown into chest, by Othello
13th- Cindra- (District 5 Female)- Impaled herself on Othello's spear, and bled out
12th- Dayta- (District 3 Female)- Accidental suicide via Nightlock
Tributes Notes:
Dayta- She was probably not expected to go much further than 12th place honestly. She was a tribute I liked, but she did not get that much time to shine, as Tesla and Cindra were better characters than her. Not to say she was bad, even though she was an outcast for being a nerd... in District 3. She had her moments with Tesla. I liked writing for her, and I hope I did her justice. I wanted to have someone casually die by eating Nightlock. Dayta was a good victim to it. RIP.
Finally 11 now!
Questions:
1. Who do you think will die next?
2. What fight do you want to see happen soon?
3. Who do you think will win?
4. ARE YOU READY TO RUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE?