ANTONIO GEAR- Athur Harrington
In a lot of ways I was older than Tony. But he was going to be the one that lived longer.
PIKNEY REYNOLDS- Switch Larson
Sounds about right he'd last this long. He wasn't the kind to pick a fight.
Erwin Jackson- District Five mentor
How do you tell your daughter you didn't save her child? When Aurelia was born I thought it was a passage to another part of life for me. It was time for me to rest and enjoy my golden years and spoil my sweet little granddaughter. I'd thought I'd left the Arena. Never.
Lancia Audren- District Six mentor
Like Tony said, he could have won it all. A lot of kids can and don't. It wouldn't have surprised me either way. Maybe next year. Maybe not.
District Six
All his life, Maxon Gear had been a twin. Now he was a surviving twin. He lost not only a brother and a best friend but his very reflection. And the Jacksons lost another chance at the peace that had eluded the family line for generations.
Arthur Harrington- District Nine male
There wasn't any way out for me. Really my fate had been sealed as soon as the spear broke my skin. Now I could feel the fever setting in and see the red streaks of the poison reaching my blood. I was going to die. I'd tried to do something to better all the children left in a slave factory to spend their entire lives dying. That wasn't going to happen, but the question was what I was going to do with my last bits of life.
It took a minute to get to my feet. It was a strange feeling walking with one normal leg and one that dragged hot and heavy behind me. Tony and I hadn't moved far from the beginning of the Games. I could make it where I was going.
By the time the Corncopia came into sight my wound was weeping. Pinkish-clear streams of sticky drainage oozed down my leg and into the mud. I'm a walking biological weapon, I thought. If anyone drank the water around me without purifying it, well, they'd already die since it was germy, but they'd die even worse with all my germs in there.
A Career appeared in the mouth of the Cornucopia as I approached. I was hunched low and moving sneakily through the water. I looked like I was trying to go unseen, but I knew very well whoever was guarding the Cornucopia knew I was there.
When I was passing through the ring of platforms, a spear flashed from a Career I'd never even seen in the mouth of the Cornucopia. It hit me in the chest and I fell to my hands and knees. I tipped over on my side as the Sagar appeared, coming to retrieve his weapon.
It was odd how I didn't feel like I was dying. I just felt tired and weak, like I had been since the Games began. I clutched the spear shaft with both hands as I waited for Sagar. I felt at the wound in my leg and wiped at my mouth.
Sagar stood over me and grabbed the spear to yank it out. I pulled down on it with all my strength, arching m back to bring my head close to his as he was tugged downward. I spat in his face, coating his eyes and lips with the pus I'd scooped into my mouth.
Sagar retched in disgust and wiped his face. He stepped on my chest and put his hands back on the spear, yanking it out. He stuck it down into my throat and stepped back, gagging and spitting. I laughed around the gurgling blood. Imagine a Career, treated like a king all his life, stricken by an impoverished boy treated like nothing but garbage.
Andrea D'Amour- District Three female
As I was wandering, I passed a boy lying in the mud. I was far enough off that I didn't think he saw me. Plus he was badly hurt, and I wasn't sure he was even conscious. His leg was raised out of the water. It was the only part of him not covered in mud, and in its bareness I could see the horribly infected wound that streaked up it.
I had antibiotics- more than I needed. They were extra strength, the kind that cleaned out anything, good or bad, so they weren't prescribed unless it was an emergency. I could save him. If I didn't, I would die.
I knew what my fathers would do. First, do no harm. The patient before all else. But I'd been dreaming lately. I'd been dreaming of home, and my future, and all my life could be if I had one. And what if I did help him? I would be helping him live and helping myself die if he did. He would be grateful. He'd talk about me to his mentor and Caesar and his loved ones. And then I'd fade as his life went on and the Games became a smaller part of it, and I nothing but a small part of that. It was an option, then, to leave a boy to die. I had never thought that would be something I would consider.
Some time later, the boy stood and started to walk. I watched him go and in the end I never showed myself.
I used to think people would help a dying child.
13th place: Arthur Harrington- Stabbed by Sagar
In the choice of which young Tribute to kill in the Bloodbath, Arthur was never considered. He was young, but his life and experiences gave him resilience and strength unmatched by most 18-year-old Tributes. He wasn't an innocent naif who didn't know what death was. He knew exactly how the world worked and that there was no way out. He took a madman's chance because that was the best hope he had. He was jaded enough and clever enough to make his own death into a dirty bomb, and we'll see how that effects Sagar. Thanks CarlpoppaLOL for a non-childish, not-cute little kid who is depressingly true to life in some cases.
Andrea got a bunch of POVs in a row because I needed this interaction with someone and she couldn't do it later because Arthur would be dead then.
