Emmeline 'Emmi' Bones, 13
District 3 Female
Emmi was scared. She had been scared of coming into these games. But that was before the games. She was now in the games, and she was not scared. She felt brave. She felt powerful. Emmi felt on top of the world. As much as she hated to say that she killed someone, especially poor Lacey, she did. She killed. And she wasn't scared of doing it anymore. Emmi knew if she didn't want to die, she would have to face her fears and be the bigger person. The only way Emmi knew of becoming the bigger person, was to kill. She felt horrible that she did, but she knew she had to. If Emmi wanted to come out of this horrid arena, she would have to kill.
As soon as the gong had gone, she quickly grabbed a box. She had no idea what it contained but she grabbed one that sat right at the base of her pedestal and ran to the tree line. Though as she was just hidden behind a tree, she opened the box and saw the contents. Emmi being the smart girl she was worked out immediately what it was for, what it would do. Without hesitation, she ran back into the cornucopia opening. She didn't want to target the careers, and thankfully they were on the other side of the large black structure. But poor Lacey was still grabbing supplies, she was too slow. Emmi ran up to her and exploded the poor girl. The main thing that Emmi took from that was that she knew she could kill if it came to it, she could do it again.
Emmi had run far away from the cornucopia that night. Not stopping at all until she found the bombed town. She found the small village at about midnight and stayed in one of the small houses that were barely destroyed for the rest of the night. It was now morning and Emmi had a plan. For now, she would stay in this house until any visitors decided to show up. In the meantime, Emmi would set up traps. She had collected a bag of wire from a sponsor in the early house of the morning as a reward for her amazing kill at the bloodbath.
"That kill was amazing to watch, keep up the good work and make some traps in the meantime ;)"
Said the note. She hated with everything inside of her that people enjoyed watching her kill. She hated it so much. But she tried to ignore that, this was a game for the horrible Capitol after all. But she was thankful for the wires, she knew exactly what she would do with them. Make a tripwire, and when pulled on, the bombs attached will explode instantly. Now all she had to do was set it up.
Emmi poked her head out of the main door of the house, looking for anything suspicious. Without seeing anything, she quickly ran out the door holding the bag of wires across the lane, to the other house. She wanted to be quick, as quick as possible. She did not want to be seen nor heard, otherwise, if someone saw it would ruin the entire surprise of her trap. It would be pointless.
Emmi rushed and grabbed the wires out of her bag. The sponsors must have been eager to see her pull off this trap as at the bottom of the bag laid a small hammer and a few nails. Perfect. Just what she was thinking out. She lined the nail on the wall of the house a few inches off the ground and started hammering it in. The loud bang of every pound of metal hitting nails could attract other nearby tributes. She wanted to be quick.
Emmi wrapped the wire around the nail and dragged it across the small laneway to the house she stayed in. She does the same thing, hammering a nail not too far off the ground before wrapping the wire around it tightly. And now to connect the bombs. Carefully she takes a bomb out of the box, making sure to handle it with care before pulling out a wire for the remote and wrapping it around the wire, and the bomb. When the wire is pulled on, even by the slightest force, it will trigger the bomb explosion.
Now all she had to do was wait for someone to come, to see if her trap worked.
Vivian Coleman, 18
District 12 Female
Vivian was grateful to be alive. She was smart though. If she had put on an amazing act, she could somehow get out of this. She had to wait though. She knew if she wanted any hopes of surviving, she would have to play the long game. And that's what she was doing. Acting scared just to survive was the move right now. None of the careers would second guess her.
"Keep walking," Ronan says sternly. Without him, she would have been dead at the cornucopia. He walks behind her, pushing her tied up body forward every few steps to keep going. Her arms cover her torso and some thick rope wraps around them to keep her from moving. The other careers walk in a circle around her. Maya and Legacy in front, and the twins on either side of her. She had nowhere to escape to if she made a sudden move.
The careers were getting smarter. Well not really. If they were smart they would have killed her back at the cornucopia to get her out of their way. During the bloodbath, Nereus should have come up and stabbed her when he walked onto her over Eliza's dead body. But they didn't kill her thankfully. She was still alive somehow. They were stupid though, as now she was going to make it to the end. She would make it out of the arena.
"We have been walking all night, and we have not even been looking for tributes," Scylla complains loudly. Vivian hates that spoilt brat. "We have been walking around for a good place for her!" She snaps pointing at Vivian. That was true though. The careers usually spent the first night hunting for tributes, but instead, they had chosen to spend their time looking for a good place to sit Vivian and their trap.
"We can do that another night," Ronan assures Scylla. "Today is going to be about seeing if this trap works."
"That's boring though," Legacy calls out. She stops causing everyone who is behind her to as well. "Can't we just hunt for other competitors instead of spending our valuable time on her?"
"What if we split up?" Nereus suggests. "Some look for tributes, some stay here and work with Ronan?" Vivian thinks that's the smartest thing he has ever said. The fewer tributes around the easier it would be to escape. And trained killers on the loose killing other competitors is better as it eliminates more people, so she does not have to.
"I'm hunting for other tributes because I am so fucking bored of this shit," Legacy sighs rolling her eyes.
"So we're just gonna split up like this?" Ronan asks. "We should meet back here tomorrow at dawn or at least have some type of plan so we can reunite. The career pack can't finish this early in the games." Vivian does not like Ronan. For the first time in years, there is a smart career, but it's the year when she has to enter the games. What are the odds?
"Ronan's right," Maya says. "One of you twins should go with Legacy as I'm sticking here, and then you can come back in the early hours of tomorrow morning."
"I'm going with her!" Scylla shouts excitedly. Legacy smiles at Scylla and the two share an excited look. Both of them are dumb, and Vivian hopes they will die tonight.
"Well, I guess that's a plan?" Ronan says with an annoyed tone in his voice.
Scylla and Legacy look at each other before they fall into laughter. "I guess so!" Legacy laughs before turning around and running away in a random direction with Scylla trailing behind her. Vivian shakes her head. But lucky for her, Legacy, the one that would probably kill her with no hesitation, is out of the way.
"That was a terrible idea," Ronan sighs. "We never should have split up."
"Your right," Maya says. Nereus stays quiet. "We are easier to kill off now. But whatever, let's do this." The next few moments are boring and Vivian just allows herself to be pushed around by Ronan and doing what he says. They walk a bit further until they find a small clearing with some old ruins and debris. Ronan tells Vivian to stand in the middle of the small opening and ruins, while the careers hide around the area. Now all they had to do was wait. Wait for a tribute to come across her. She was tied around a piece of rubble, unable to move and she would stay there until either the two girls came back or a tribute wandered across her.
"And now we wait," Ronan says from behind a tree.
"For how long?" Nereus shouts out, not even trying to hide his boredom.
"Until something happens," Ronan replies. "Take a nap, stay quiet, I don't know. I'll stay awake and be alert. If something happens then I'll call out."
"Fine," He cries out. Ronan and Maya sit together and she can hear her whisper something audible to him. She can't hear what Maya is saying, but Ronan pops his head out to look at her before shaking his head and going back down. Vivian knows it's going to be a long day. The opening where she is seated has no shade covering it and so the hot sun burns down onto her exposed skin. She doubts any tributes will come past, but she can never be certain.
Rowan Irwin, 16
District 7 Male
TW: suicidal thoughts and mention of self-harm. please beware.
Rowan did not sleep one second last night. He did not dare shut his eyes. He was also long past the stage of crying. Crying over Olive, poor Olive. How she went into the water and never came out. He had no idea what had happened. Rowan can remember screaming out into the night sky as the small hovercraft lifted up the cut and bruised body from the water. It felt like the world was pointless once more like he was dead as well. He felt lifeless inside. Nothing mattered. He did not care for anything.
Rowan had watched as his friend, his partner, his ally, died in one of the most horrible ways. And he still does not know how she passed. She turned nice for a second, and before he knew it she was in the water. Laughing and walking deeper and deeper until she was pulled under. Once she came up though, deep cuts covered her body and her eyes were back to the color Rowan had always remembered. Something was seriously fucked up with the lake.
The sun had risen over the arena already, bracing the halfway mark in the middle of the sky. It's hot rays burning down onto the arena, the cover of the thick forest was the only cool escape from the heat. Rowan lay on his back facing up at the sky on the bank of the lake. He simply had lost all cares in the world. If a tribute were to come behind him, he would merely sit up for them to kill him easier. He was accepting death.
Any care about anything was lost. Rowan had given up. He did not want it anymore. Life was simply too much to deal with. Death felt like the easiest route. To end everything. Rowan felt that if he were to die, all matters and problems would go away and everything would be alright. Everything would be just fine. Once dead, nothing mattered anymore. He would be alone for all eternity, with no cares in the world.
Was Rowan really going to do what he had been thinking about as he cried last night? He had a knife, and if that did not work, he had the lake. No. Fuck no. What was he thinking about? He wanted to survive, he needed to. But did he? The arena had changed his thought process so much. The bigger picture had come to him. He was going to die one day, and he was more likely to die in a controlled biome with trained killers and dangers on the loose. Why wouldn't he just speed up the process?
Was death really that scary?
Yes, it was. He promised himself that he would leave this arena alive. He volunteered for his friend to enter this arena. He was brave. Why was he thinking these thoughts? What the fuck Rowan. He keeps saying to himself. Stop. Just stop.
But the games had changed his thinking. There was no point at all. He had come close to death already. Even though it was the second day of these horrors, he did not want more. He wanted it to end. Even if he were to live, why would he want these memories? Why would he want to remember these feelings and the horrible place that he is in now? What was the point of surviving when living past these games could kill him as well as a knife?
And who would even miss him if he were gone? Would his remaining family even care? Not even his own friend was thankful when he saved his life. What was the point? There was none. No point in surviving at all.
Rowan screamed into the sky. He screamed about the capitol and its horrid games. He screamed for Olive. He screamed for himself. He screamed for help. He had no one. No one at all. And he was put in a death trap for kids.
"That's it then," Rowan whispers under his breath. He was over it. Why did some rich people make him do this for their entertainment? Fuck that. He sat up from the lakeside. Did he want to enter the lake like his ally did last night? "You want me to put on a show?" He screams into the air, looking up into the trees hoping a camera is on him. "Is this what you want?" He screams louder. Some birds fly out of the trees. "Fine."
Rowan ignores his tears and hot face. He grabs the knife from inside Olive's backpack and throws it directly in the air above him. It goes high. A few seconds and it will come back down on him though. Right onto his head. He takes a deep breath, "Fuck the Capitol!" He screams as the knife blade falls into his skull.
Oliver Bryer,
District 8 Male
Oliver didn't sleep at all last night. Not one single wink. From the sudden outburst by Owen, he was scared he might die in his sleep. But thankfully that was not the case. When the sun rose the next morning signaling a new day, Oliver could take a deep breath in. He had survived the first night. Thank god. His new objective was to survive the second day.
BOOM!
A cannon. He sat up on the log he slept in, the log next to the one Honey was stabbed on. He looked around quickly. There were a few logs making a circle shape when they all went together in the clearing of the forest. Each of the boys slept on one last night, except the one Honey died on. Oliver sees Frost already awake, holding his small knife at the sound of the cannon. Owen and Ladon both sit up quickly at the sound.
"A cannon?" Owen cries, also standing up from his log with a knife in his hand at the ready. "Who was it?"
"How are we supposed to know?" Frost replies, rolling his eyes.
Owen stares Frost down. Oliver can feel a sudden change in the wind, everything is quiet now. "Are you still angry that I killed your friend?" He asks Frost.
Frost shakes his head. "She wasn't my friend. She was my-"
"Yeah exactly that," Owen cries back. "She wasn't your fucking friend, so why are you angry?"
"She was still my ally though," Frost says. Oliver can tell just by looking at him he is getting angry, but that anger is covering how sad in fact he is. How he is still holding back tears. Oliver looks to his right at Ladon, who also is concerned about what could play out. Oliver likes Ladon, he feels like he can trust the boy and be safe around him.
"Admit it, Frost," Owen shouts.
Frost takes a step back, and fear crawls over his face. "Admit what?" Frost says. Oliver can hear his voice shake with every syllable.
"Admit that even though you are sad at your little friend's death, you would rather her than yourself," Owen cries out in anger.
"What?" Frost stutters. "No, of course not!"
Owen laughs out in anger. "Fucking admit it now!" He cries.
Oliver is shocked by Owen's behavior. What is the arena doing to him, what happened to the half-decent boy who just wanted to go home? Oliver remembered meeting Owen, he was sweet and kind. But slowly he became more, crazy. "Owen, please calm down," He shouts out. Owen ignores him though.
"Get away from me!" Frost screams out. Oliver notices Owen slowly approaching Frost. He moves like a snail, step by step. Though he is moving. Oliver is moving towards Frost with a knife in his hands. "Stop Owen! You crazy son of a bitch,"
Oliver starts running at Frost screaming. He raises the knife in the air, holding it with two hands, and runs towards Frost yelling at the top of his lungs. Though Frost has quick reflexes and instantly turns around and starts to run away. Oliver wonders as he watches in shock and fear for his teammates, does the prosthetic leg actually make Frost faster?
"We need to go!" Ladon says. Oliver turns to him as the two boys run out of the tiny clearing and deeper into the other side, where the tree line hides them. "What if Owen comes back? We need to hide."
Oliver forgot that Frost could die at this moment. He forgot that Owen could come back and take the two of them on. "Good idea," He says calmly. Even though he is certain Frost will die, he needs to handle this hard situation with calmness. He needs to not freak out and worry. "Where do we go?"
Ladon looks around for a moment. He grabs the bags of supplies from the other two boys and points. "We climb up that tall tree," Ladon says. Oliver looks and sees a very large tree in the direction Frost and Owen ran, one that has a base bigger than Oliver if he laid down on his back. "We will be able to see any approaching us, and maybe even the two of them."
Oliver nods his head. He needs to be brave. This is real now, this is possibly life and death. "Okay," He replies quickly before following Ladon over to the base of the tree. Ladon starts to climb, using his large muscles, and quickly makes his way up the tree. Oliver had climbed a rock wall in training, but this was different. He was not being told where to put his feet and hands by an instructor anymore.
"Just do what I do!" Ladon calls down to Oliver noticing his hesitation. Oliver obeys and follows Ladon up the tree carefully.
He gets up there and his mouth opens in shock. A village stands only about thirty meters away from them. The small town has about ten houses, all of which looked as if they were in a war. They had been bombed. "How did we not see this place?" He asks, shocked.
"It was dark last night, and the trees are very thick so it's hard to see past them," Ladon replies.
"True I guess," He replies. "Do you think-" Though Oliver stops. He hears a faint scream in the distance and Ladon hears it too. They go silent, looking all around the crumpled town for the source. Then they see it. Frost still running away from Owen. They both seem out of breath. They both sweat. But neither of them slow down. Oliver watches nervously as Owen still runs at Frost with the knife in his hand and Frost still running away. He does not know how long they will go for, or how long they will run around the town. How big is the town? Will they have to run into the forest. Oliver is nervous. He still is unsure and scared about Owen.
"Oh no," Ladon breathes.
Oliver turns to him. "What is it?" He asks nervously.
"Look ahead of the two, look at what they are running at," Ladon says and Oliver looks. He sees a trip rope about forty meters ahead of Frost and Ladon, they run at the wire which is low on the ground, hung between two houses. Oliver holds his breath as they get closer, praying with everything inside of him that they won't touch the wire. Though it's barely visible.
Thirty meters. The two keep running towards the tripwire.
Twenty meters. All Oliver can do is watch, he does not want to yell out as Owen might see them and come for them later.
Ten meters. They are so close. Please just run over it he keeps thinking inside of his head.
Frost trips. His real foot jumps over the wire, though his prosthetic leg pulls on the sharp wire. Oliver's heart stops. The second Frost's foot pulls on the string, a large burst of light inhales him. Over twenty meters wide and ten meters tall, the large gush of flames erupt. The explosion's heat can be felt back in the treetops where Oliver sits. As soon as the mushroom ball of shrapnel and fire appears, it disappears. Owen flies across the town landscape. You can't tell his head from his foot, the odd shape that is his body is molded and shaped weird. His blackened form lays crumpled against the side of a house, dead in an instant. Frost's body can also be seen meters away shaking violently as his body is in half. His bottom half is a few feet away from the top half. His insides can be seen oozing out from the body, they look like cooked meat. But Frost's shaking body stops almost instantly as his cannon sounds. The explosion happened in a blink of an eye, neither of the boys would have known what happened. One second they were running, the next they were dead. Not even time to scream.
A/N: well this chapter. what did you think? i personally really loved this chapter a lot, it was fun to write (hard, but fun), and I felt as if it was a good chapter. one thing is that I am sorry for the shorter povs. i usually tend to aim for about 1k per pov, but that did not happen. and we are down to final 12! we are half way thru killing these kiddos! that's super exciting omg. it felt like yesterday I wrote the first chapter ahhhh. n e wayz, lemme know what you thought of this chapter in the reviews! i would love to hear what you have to say and what is going thru you mind!
merry christmas to those who celebrate! i have tried writing a pov per day which has worked out as a super good plan! but a new chapter wont come out until after christmas sorry as family comes first. and if you didn't know already, i live in Australia and i can go out without a mask and be safe and celebrate Christmas like its a normal year. for everyone who is not as lucky, please stay home, don't go outside and celebrate Christmas differently this year. please stay safe! have a good holidays, and ill see you in the next chapter! - cart :)
EULOGIES:
15th Place - Rowan Irwin, District 7 Male (Knife he threw fell into him)
poor rowan. omg this really hurt, this really really hurt. the thing that hurt most, was that this argument with himself was so realistic. anyone would be thinking what he was, if they were in his spot. i started tearing up while writing out his thoughts in his final moments. i also wanna say thank you to averyrandomauthor for subbing rowan. he really was a massive joy to write and I loved his character. unfortunately, this was the end of his road and where it had to end for him. thank you though. i hope rowan rests easy.
14th Place - Owen Lang, District 9 Male (Blew up by Emmi, D3)
mr owen lang. while some people hated what you did to honey, I loved you a lot. the almost villain side of you was so much fun to write! and the arc you had was very realistic, you became so desperate to leave the arena you started to go crazy and you did not even realise it. ever since the start tho, you were determined to go home. unfortunately that can not happen and you had to die here. i am so sorry for ending it, but it had to be this way. owen i loved your amazing character a lot, i will miss you.
13th Place - Frost Vermier, District 11 Male (Blew up by Emmi, D3)
my boy. frost :awe: it hurt to do this to you. i am so so sorry that you had to die this was. while owen was a good friend, he was crazy and I'm sorry you had to pass by running in fear from him. thank you lcs for subbing frost, he was def one of my fav tributes ever. the way I will miss him can never be said more. frost was amazing to write, you were fun, kind, brave-ish, and smart. i loved your whole character sm. but I had to end it here. i am so sorry that your flame has died down, I know people will miss you.
KILLS:
Emmi III
Legacy II
Vivian I
Nereus I
Ronan I
Scylla I
Owen I
Rowan I
The Arena I
OFFICIAL ALLIANCES:
1 Team, 2 Parts (Careers): Legacy D1, Maya D2, Ronan D2, Nereus D4, Scylla D4 & Vivian D12
Kind Killers: Oliver D8 & Ladon D12
Teenage Dream: Olivia & Austin D10
Loners: Emmi D3 & Astoria D5
