Sapphira Starlett - District 1 Female - Age 17
Sapphira couldn't help but notice how peaceful Ammo looked in his sleep. He looked far different from the bloodthirsty monster she'd come to expect him to be, which made her feel slightly guilty for what she was about to do. She always expected it to come down to her and Brycen, at least in terms of the careers, but she never thought she'd actually have to kill Ammo. She knew she had to kill him in his sleep, since he'd be able to destroy her if he was awake, but that didn't help Sapphira feel less nervous as she hovered her naginata above his bare chest. He'd been good protection, and caused laughs when they were needed, but Sapphira no longer needed laughter, she needed victory. Besides, Ammo was kind of a horrible person. Sapphira saw him calling out Hosanna's name to the sky, without any clothes on, a few days prior, and killing him may be doing the Capitol a favor since they probably weren't too fond of it either. She took one deep breath before pressing her weapon into Ammo's chest and cracked a wicked smile as his blood began to ooze.
"What the hell?" He snapped awake, trying but failing to pull the naginata out of his chest, only causing more blood to clot, "What are you doing, Sapphira?"
"I'm sorry it had to come down to this," Sapphira pressed her naginata further into his chest, trying not to wince as his blood began to flow onto the bottom of the chest, "But it seems you've just razzled your last dazzle."
BOOM! The cannon shot and Sapphira ran out of the tent, figuring she could play some sort of an acting game with herself to pass the time.
"There's been a murder!" Sapphira dramatically draped herself over a tree, pretending she was oblivious to the damage she'd just caused. She sprinted to the tent to "investigate" the crime, and screamed when she saw Ammo's lifeless body, "Poor Ammo!"
She looked down at her hands, covered in his blood, "I think it must have been an inside job!"
As twisted as it was, Sapphira was having a bit of fun with her little exercise. It was as though she was playing the detective in a film, but then she turned out to be the villain all along. Maybe Sapphira actually was the villain as well, and not poor Ammo who was practically floating in his own blood. It's not that she felt guilty, but rather she knew she could no longer accurately say that she was a good person, since she'd brutally murdered somebody as they were sleeping. She'd also completely destroyed what was now her tent with Ammo's blood, which would be a whole separate issue since Sapphira hated sleeping outdoors, but maybe it would help her feel more humane, closer to the very Earth in which she had been a plague to for nearly eighteen years.
"I think I need to call a detective," Sapphira returned to her acting exercise, trying to forget the heated realizations she'd had about herself, "Oh wait! I'm the detective."
Sapphira once again stared at Ammo's body. She was oddly fascinated with how the color was slowly leaving his skin, once again, all because of her. Lord, she truly was a horrible person. Why had she done this two seperate times prior without feeling the guilt. Was it because Ammo was a friend? Sapphira didn't consider him a friend, but he certainly had a life to live outside of the arena, just like the girls she killed, and it was now cut short all because of her doing. She rolled over his body, facefirst into his own blood, as she could no longer stand to see him. She grabbed the remaining supplies from the tent, then zipped it back up, knowing she could never return, and had to find somewhere else to exist, partially so she wouldn't get flashbacks of Ammo's killing. Did she even deserve to win? Sapphira couldn't help but feel guilty for surviving so long as she walked through the forest. She'd been absolutely obnoxious to the majority of the people she knew, and she'd hurt herself in so many ways, it was a miracle she wasn't dead yet. Yes, it was a miracle she wasn't dead from all the morphling and cutting and burning! Sapphira Starlett was a miracle! That's why she should win. Like any celebrity, she'd gone through struggles, but she was able to overcome them, and that was what made her a good person. Well she wasn't a good person yet, but maybe if she won, she could become one. She could tell the kids back home, and all over Panem for that sake, that just because they had struggled with addiction and self-harm, didn't mean that they weren't worthy of being a star. Maybe being a star wasn't about being on the big screen, though Sapphira still desperately wanted to be on the big screen. Maybe being a star was something that came from within. She had to stay alive to find that out for herself, that was for certain.
Sapphira finally came across a pond where she wiped her hands of Ammo's blood, as well as the previous sins she'd committed both in and out of the arena, and glanced at her reflection. She could hardly recognize herself but she knew one thing was certain, "My name is Sapphira Starlett, and I'm going to be the Victor of the 25th Hunger Games."
Luca Pargus - District 4 Male - Age 18
"Betrayal" was the quintessential word that could be used to describe Luca's mindset for the past few days. First had come the whole event with Pow, and how Luca had to witness him die with his own two eyes, partially because Adira had helped decide on that, and then just as Adira was finally back with him, she was gone because of Summer, the person he thought he could trust most out of anybody he'd met in the Games. And then Summer decided they could no longer be allies, which Luca thought was absolutely absurd, since they'd been good at protecting one another, and had a swell time with one another. Yet, Summer wasn't Luca's most recent betrayal. He'd received another package from Micah, and obviously was giddy as he hadn't heard from him in the past few days, but his heart broke into the tiniest of pieces when he read the note that was attached.
Luca,
I've enjoyed sending you gifts and seeing you smile, but this has to end.
I let down both of my tributes, and I feel like I'm the worst mentor ever.
If you win, maybe we could figure something out, but for now, we're over.
Best, Micah
Luca was devastated. He started to cry as he tore up the letter. He couldn't believe he had once again fallen too hard, and too fast. He'd only spoken to him for maybe an hour in person, and all he'd had since then from him was cheesy poems and gifts. Luca was honestly stupid for thinking there was actually something there, and he could somehow be in a relationship with the Capitol's newest darling. Losing Micah made Luca realize one thing though, that he had to go back and make things right with Summer. She was the only person who could help him survive this mess, and she could help him too. They needed each other, surely.
"Hi," Luca appeared at the top off the roof, where he knew Summer would be, and was correct, "We need to talk."
"What do you want?" She rolled her eyes.
Luca couldn't believe she was acting so cold towards him but he knew he only had one shot to make things right, so he launched into saying what he felt he had to say, "Summer Lindell, I know we've only know each other for a few weeks, but you're one of the best people I've ever met. You understand me in a way that nobody else does, and I feel like home whenever I'm with you. I realize that one of us is going to have to die, but I want to die by your side, and be with you until the very end."
Summer looked perplexed, like she was unsure how to properly respond to Luca's declaration, but eventually she opened his arms to him, and wrapped him tightly.
"Thank you so much for having me back!" Luca began to tear up, "I missed you."
"I'm honored you want to die by my side," Summer said, "And I'm sorry that you have to do so now."
With a light shove, Summer was able to push Luca off the building. As he was flying through the air to his death, he wondered what he had done wrong. Did he trust too easily, or was he just misunderstood? Either way, it didn't matter since he wouldn't have to worry about trusting anybody ever again.
Logan Webster - District 8 Male - Age 16
Logan couldn't help but be surprised as he watched the sky on the evening of his tenth day in the arena and saw that both the boy from 2, and the boy from 4 had died that day. He quickly did some math and realized he was in the final three. How the hell did that happen? Logan was honestly beginning to stress over it. If he won, he still had no idea what would happen in his future, so he almost was debating whether or not he should try anymore. No, he had to try. People liked him enough that he would have to live after the Games. That wasn't certain, and Logan knew it. He knew that the authorities in the Capitol didn't care about winning or popularity, and that all they wanted was to show their power, no matter what it took, Logan just hoped it wouldn't kill him. He was getting way too ahead of himself though. It wasn't like he'd even won yet. He still had two opponents. That meant that if he wanted to win, he'd have to kill somebody. Logan never thought he would have to kill somebody, and it was in all truth, nerve wracking. While he was fine with stealing and everything, murder was a whole seperate thing. How ironic was it that the Capitol was encouraging him to kill people, but wanted to kill him for craving just a hint at the luxury they had. It truly showed that they didn't care about anybody, which made Logan all the more desperate to be the outlier in their network of wickedness.
Well I hope that chapter wasn't too surprising but wow top 3 here we go!
5th Place, Ammo Lawson (D2M) - Killed by Sapphira Starlett
Oh Ammo, you beautifully twisted bundle of laughter. As horribly fucked up as you were at times, and you really were an asshole, I always wrote you with a smile on my face. You were oddly charming, and made me laugh way too much. You had the best one liners. I'm going to miss you and the humor you brought to the story.
4th Place, Luca Pargus (D4M) - Killed by Summer Lindell
Luca 'effin Pargus, where do I even begin? I fell in love with you immediately, and I always knew you'd make it far, and for a long time, you were going to win it all, and I'm sorry to see you end up like this. You'll have a special place in my heart forever, and saying goodbye to you really hurts. I love your wholesome energy and your big heart. Abby, thank you for simping over this fool with me, and for all your insight on WTP in general. I love you so so much.
KILL COUNT
Brycen: 3
Sapphira: 3
Ammo: 4
Hosanna: 1
Pow: 1
Adira: 1
Luca: 1
Summer: 2
Brandon: 1
Christabel Rose: 2
And I guess there's no more alliances!