Day 4 is here guys! Only eleven remain, and it will go down very quickly. Or not. I do not know. Just kidding, I do. You just need to read to find out. I like the direction the arena has been heading in. Over half of the arena has been inflicted with the shadow curse.
Here are the tributes remaining:
Othello French- District 1 Male
Juno Abeck- District 2 Female
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
District Rankings are the same, so I will not update.
Artemis Grace- 14- District 9 Female
As I walk in the direction of the village, a notch my bow and arrow. It is made just like the one from home... I like it. I only have a couple of sharpened sticks for arrows, but I need a bit more time to sharpen the arrows. These dull things will not kill anybody soon. I frown as my boot gets caught. I barely hold a scream as I see wires and gore splattered everywhere. What happened to this? Was this how that girl from District 3 died? I shake the thought off as I take a look at the village.
I see a lot of people walking around in a robotic way. These people are obviously robotic. I sigh and think about how the Capitol could have done something to real, innocent people. They may have been turned into mutts... they thought makes me feel queasy. I was about to go in when I see a goldenrod color gleam into the light. I hold my breath as the girl from 8 walks out of a house, eating an apple. I cannot help but wince at how violently she does so... what happened to her. Was it the shadow cast over the village?
Speaking of which, the headache I have right now. It throbs, but I cannot stop. I need supplies, and badly... I wish these games would have only a couple left by now. But at the same time, I am happy that is not the case. Only a makeshift bow and arrow... I would be creamed easily if this happened, so let people stay in until I get a good weapon. I think of Dakota. Where is he now? Is he about to die without my knowledge? Why should I care. Feelings will get me killed.
Anyways, back to that girl from District 8. I see her rip an orange of a tree as the other occupants of the village laugh. I frown at the lack of manners... why am I the one who cares anyways? It is not like manners are going to help you in the arena where you have to kill 23 other innocent children, so why? I shake the thought off quicker than I should for a death thought. I gasp as that girl from 8 walks up near my bush to eat some grapes off of the vines... I need to kill her. Her supplies, and these other village people... they seem like help that can guide me to victory. I cannot use my bow. I notice how she only has a knife. I jump out of the bush as she inches closer.
Rachael Smith- 18- District 8 Female
I eat the tasty apple... I... need... more! Now! Fine then! Grapes will be ok for the moment. Not great, but fine! I pop a couple of grapes into my mouth, and I feel the great taste. I hear rustling in the bush, and I turn around with my knife. I screech as the girl from 9 jumps out at me. Ow! What the hell was that. I notice something about her though. She has no weapons. Yes!
She has her arms securely around my neck, and I gasp for air. I look back at the villagers. They are just staring at us, not doing a damn thing! Seriously. I knee her in the gut, and she coughs on to me... ew! I grab my knife and put the blade at her throat. Her screams are loud, but she puts my hand down. I throw her off of me. We get up, running circles around each other as we both likely wonder who is going to make the first move.
"Go away you fiend!" I scream to this girl.
"No!" she says. "I need your supplies! The village, I need it! It is all mine!"
I gasp at her. How rude! Why would she assume that she even deserves this village- ow! I feel a bit of blood slowly falling down my nose. I groan as the rock she threw falls onto my toe. I growl and throw dirt into her eyes. I watch her awkwardly punch the air in self defense- or something... I do not have a single clue about what she is doing now. I punch her to the ground. She kicks my gut and gets back up. I take a slash at her chest, and she jumps back and turns. I will not let her run away from a fight that she was the one to start, so I kick her harshly in the back of knee. She yelps as she falls on the ground. Before she can even get back up, I plunge the knife into her back. She does not even scream, but she gasps in shock. A little dark ring forms around the new hole in her back, and blood pours out. I rub the side of the knife against my arm as the girl starts to cough up blood. A minute later, a cannon fires.
BANG!
Only ten of us remain. After the hovercraft picks her up, the villagers start doing things again. I scream as I cackle, without a choice. It just will not stop. I killed her. Blood. The very word makes me lick my lips for more.
Sigrid Alclad- 18- District 6 Female
Othello and I chat more. Honestly, we have been waking up close to the same time, and I have been learning about him for a while, and why he is in the games. Believe it or not, it goes a bit deeper than just honor... wow. He told me about the boy from 7... I will miss Othello. Because I am leaving the pack today. I cannot stand being around here, doing nothing as Kendall and Juno fight all the time. When Othello left, I had to hear them complain nonstop. It seriously bothers me how long they complain about how annoying the other is. They need to take a step back and realize they are both annoying.
As we talk a bit more, Juno and Kendall wake up. Not naturally. A cannon fired... well, that was early in the morning. Kendall puts her hair behind her back. "Why can't we get the kills!" she says. Well, it is true we are not doing that well. I will do better without the careers... maybe I can ally with Wheel and Elisa... Wheel is one of the only men I do not completely hate, same with Othello... Wheel helped many of my friends with the morphling problem in District 6. I owe him one, that part of it all is clear as glass. I think of everything that has happened during my life, and a chill goes up and down my spine... err.
"I wonder who the cannon was for." Juno says, yawning. It was either the boy from 3, Wheel, Elisa, the girl from 8, the girl from 9, the boy from 7, or the boy from 8. Personally, I think it was either the boy from 3, or the boy from 7. Othello said he threw the spear into the boy from 7's gut, and the girl from 3 died yesterday, so her district partner would not be an unlikely option. I repeat that to the remaining careers... they agree. Remaining careers... thank god that Athena died four days ago... four days ago. It seems like it happened forever ago honestly... it makes me oddly sad.
"We need to spread out and hunt today. Multiple directions will help us find the fodder quicker." Juno tells us. Othello and I agree. I brace for Kendall to complain, even though it was a good idea. She will complain just because it is Juno. To my surprise, she literally does not make a sound and just yawns. Juno's eyes widen as she realizes. Maybe Kendall figured out maybe, just maybe, we do not like her all that much. Wow. What a shocker.
"I volunteer to guard again." I tell them. Since I am leaving, I will take a bunch of supplies and abandon them... I hope Juno does not rage. Her sword piercing through me... the thought is gross. "You are all better fighters than me. You can kill the other a lot better than I can." I chuckle, but not for the reason they are thinking. It is because I am weakening the pack. Not because of how good they are at killing. Sure, they are, but I will not give them the satisfaction of how good they are at murder. It is really a good thing that they have giant egos, and one stroke, they believe you in an instant... I smile at the though.
"Sure. Whatever, six." Kendall says, and they all quickly run off. I eat an apple. I hear rustling in the bushes, and I throw a hatchet perfectly into the skull of the buck coming through the bushes. I go into the cornucopia and start a warm fire to cook it. This will take enough time for them to be long gone, and it gives me a nice last meal before leaving. I eat the buck as quickly as I could, and I go into the piles to take what I want. I am sad there is no poison acid gun like there was last year. It would be really helpful to be honest, all of the acid in the final 10. I take the largest pack in the cornucopia. It is a really big bag, so I can fit many thing into it. In the first of five pockets, I take 50 water bottles and stuff it in a pack. This year supplied so many things in the cornucopia. In put a lot of throwing knives and daggers into another pockets. I put packets of Iodine in the first pocket once I find it. I take a lot of fruit and stuff it into another pocket. I take the last three packs of beef jerky and stuff it in the bag. In the fourth pocket, I take a bunch of medicine products and put them in. In the fifth pocket, every hatchet I could fit goes in... there are only three left, but still. I stuff a small axe in it, and I zip up the bag. It takes a bit to balance myself once I put the backpack on, but I stand up. I grab a huge axe and a box of fries to eat while I walk away, and I head off.
I am set. I go into the direction that none of the other three went, and I look up the steep mountain... I guess I will need to climb this. I doubt any of them will waste their time climbing up, even if it was me.
I go up very quickly. I scored an eight.
Dakota Estreem- 18- District 7 Male
Am... am... am I dead? I blink repeatedly, and I gasp... I am still alive! I am not dead! I groan as I feel a lot of pain in my gut. I look down and see a bit of blood slowly falling down my outfit... ow. How did I survive? Othello threw his spear into my gut yesterday. I shake my head wildly when I see a large wood crate... it has the number 7 on it, and that means I got a sponsor. I rub the liquid on my gut again, and it feels better. I gasp as I hear a loud beeping sound, and I turn the sonar on my new sponsor off... I do not want that to be the death of me in the arena.
Slowly, I open the crate. I am surprised I did not die.
BANG!
...Well, that person did just die. I really hope it is Othello. He is the one who nearly caused my own death. My heart sinks as I realize the fear my siblings and friends could have been put through when the spear entered my gut... that worries me more than death. I do not want to be the reason that grief and pain is put upon my relatives and friends... I hope they are not mad at me for it. I go into the bloody water and wipe away all of the blood from my shirt. Hardly a reason to complain in the Hunger Games, but it is not like I like the blood.
Anyways... when I open the crate, I find a large axe and food! My slow and tired body turns into an eager and excited one, and my smile must look stupid to at least someone... I needed things like these for so long, and now I finally have them... it makes me happy. I pick up the large axe with little effort. The tree is cut in one hit. I gasp as the tree lands further back... that was a big tree. I eat a box of fries in the food packets, and I see the note from Woody.
Dakota, you need to keep the fighting up! Sponsors have been pouring in really quickly ever since you nearly took that career boy out! Everyone loves you when you get really tough, so you need to continue. Also, I have a bet with the other escorts. If you win, they have to buy me beer... you better win!~ Woody.
I cannot stop myself from laughing when I read the bet with the other escorts... it really sheds a bit of light on the Capitol to me... but the part in the note where it says the money has been piling in... it makes me happy. People love me, thank god for their blood lust! Wait a second, never mind. Their blood lust is the exact reason I am here in the first place, so I take that back really quickly in my head. It matter little, but it is a thing to think about.
My mind wanders off to the cannon that fired a couple of minutes ago... if it was not Othello, you could it have been? It could have been Juno, who is the biggest remaining threat to me. I would not object to her death. The boy from 3 could have been it, and I think it is the most likely possibility. He and his district partner are allied, so it would not be a huge shock that her partner dies soon after her. It could have been Kendall... I do not think it was her, even though that would be really great for my odds. It could have been Sigrid. I tense up when I think about how powerful the career pack is. If none of them died, four out of ten would be the careers. Her district partner and the girl from 11 are probably not the victims, because they are a duo. I am pretty sure they would die together, but the pair from 3 did not, so I cannot just bank on that. I think of the girl from 8. She has been off of my radar for the whole time we were in the Capitol... maybe she is a bigger threat than I thought she was. She scored an eight, and may still be hanging on. Artemis could have been the victim as well... I really hope it was not her. We can still ally... this whole thing got me no where. I pack all of my items, and I run off from where I am. I am not risking the careers coming back in vengeance of Othello.
I stop as I hear the pounding footsteps... Juno! She walks past me... thank god!
Terrance Jackson- 16- District 8 Male
As the final bit of the rabbit enters my mouth, a cannon fired. I frown at their death, because of how pointless it is, but now only 10 remain... am I about to actually make it to day 5 and make it into single digits? I smile at how well of I have been. Someone has been killing a lot of animals, because I still have plenty of food left. I eat another chicken... it is so good! I feel scared though...
The gamemakers are not going to be happy that I have done nothing so far. I am shocked that I have not been flushed out yet. I am still not full from all of the food I have been eating. Basically, in District 8, we get no food at all, and we are very poor. I was eating a lot at the Capitol, but I hit the jackpot with the food. A frown appears on my face... I get all of this good food, while a lot of people in the arena must be starving! And at home, even more people have to be starving as well... now I feel bad... I should stop feeling sorry for the other people... they all need to die.
I am never getting out of here alive, am I? I do not want to hurt or kill anybody, but the other are willing to kill. The only people who I have any slight doubts about is the boy from 6 and the girl from 11, the latter more so than the former... I am just nervous.
I scream as a wolf mutt appears outside of the cave... I do not want to die! I do not wanna! I scream and slash the chest of the mutt... more meat! Yes! I hold my machete as a pack of 12 appear... I am dead, aren't I? I need to run! I climb of the cave and stop to run away. The mutts run faster! I turn around slash three of the mutts, but one of the others bites me! Ow! No! I will not die here, I just can't! I punch that one off of me as the others start to pile up.
I kill four others, and then another, but there are still four remaining! I scream as I get another bite in my arm, and I hiss towards the mutt like a crazy person. I slash two more, and then another. Just one more! I scream as it tackles me to a tree. I feel dazed as the mutt jumps on to my neck.
Juno Abeck- 18- District 2 Female
"No" I scream as the mutt jumps to Terry's neck. I impale the mutt, and I shove it down. He gasps as he sees me. "Juno..." he says. "You saved me!"
"Well of course I did!" I tell him. "I need you to survive until day 5!" I cannot believe he did not know that.
I run back to the cornucopia quickly after telling him to come tonight.
I want the blood to pour.
Elisa Serrah- 16- District 11 Female
Nimbia... please come back! After I taste the good food, I get slightly desperate for her. I want her back... please come back Nimbia! I cannot help but smile as Wheel is holding me closely. He feels warm, and he is a great source of comfort. I look deeply into his eyes... they are stunning... I cannot say I have a crush on him, it is too painful. Nimbia liked a boy before she... she... passed away... oh, Nimbia, please come back!
I start to cry again, and I cannot help but smile as I am closer to Wheel... he is so nice to me. He gives me a box of fries, and I eat them quickly. They are so good... Nimbia likes fries. I see a camera... do not grab it! She will never see it. "It is good that we are doing well and have a large food supply." Wheel tells me. I see a faint blush on his cheeks as I stroke his hair... does he? No. Nimbia will- stop thinking about her, Elisa.
"Wheel..." I say to him. "I need to tell you everything about Nimbia. A couple of years ago, Nimbia and I were playing catch, with our parents outside. A man then came out of a vehicle with a knife. We locked the door and hid, but he broke the door down. Nimbia was hiding with mommy... he found their room. He stabbed mommy in the chest, and then slit Nimbia's throat... they were both dead! I then went into a trance of pain and suffering. I thought these diaries would be viewed by her, even though she will never know I did them... why am I such an idiot? I was so weak!"
I break down again.
"Really?" Wheel says. "Elisa, I am so sorry."
"You did not do it." I tell him. "Thank you. I love your company so much!"
Kendall Cutlier- 18- District 4 Female
Juno and I find something in common yet again. Rage. We scream as Othello gasps. There is a massive loss of supplies, and Sigrid is nowhere to be found. "She ditched us!" Juno says in a very pissed off tone. I agree with her! How dare she leave us! We did not even get to kill anyone today! I want blood!
We look at the supplies and see it. Half of our water and food is gone, so are all of the hatchets and axes. There is no medicine now. I see Othello shake his head and hear him mumble about honor. "She is so getting cut open."
We look up at the anthem, and the seal is replaced with the girl from 9. She looks down at us with anger in her eyes. It mirrors mine.
I have a habit of shortening the chapter towards the end. Sorry.
Remaining Tributes
Othello French (District 1 Male)
Juno Abeck (District 2 Female)
Tesla Datum (District 3 Male)
Kendall Cutlier (District 4 Female)
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)
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
11th- Artemis- (District 9 Female)- Stabbed in the back with a knife, by Rachael
Tribute Notes:
Artemis- With her dying, we have hit the final ten in the games. Artemis herself was an interesting character, the biggest example is her killing the fat women in her reaping chapter. I like her name, and she was fun, but she had to die before the final ten. She did not have much plot due to Holly and Milo dying early, and she basically could not do much else. She had her moments, like fighting Sigrid and making her own bow. Speaking of which, some people thought she was a Mary Sue. I would not 100% agree with that, but an argument could be made. But her dying to Rachael in the village will be impactful. It made the village seem like it had more plot than just Rachael. Her death was nice to write. She was a small 14-year-old girl without a weapon facing a grown woman who scored an eight in training who had a knife and was well-fed the whole games. RIP Artemis.
With that, only ten remain. We are getting really close to the ending, people!
Questions:
1. Who do you think will die next?
2. Who do you think will win?
3. ARE YOU READY TO RUMMMMMMMMBBBBBBBBBBLLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEE?