You see, I am not all there today and completely forgot to put who had died in the chapter and my thanks to their submitters. Also, Heavenly is not dead! I put it in a separate chapter so everyone could see.
19th-Hap Singer, District 2-Arrow to the head, shot by Aurum Stark
I wanted to have a Career purge this time as in 75 years, there is bound to be a year where almost every career is wiped out in the first few days. I didn't want to kill Hap but I thought this was the best place for her to go. I loved her character and I wish I could have explored it more. Exploring characters is something I am going to work on from now on but with 24, it isn't that easy. What Hap did was smart, much smarter than trying to fight Aurum. Sadly for her, Aurum decided to take out his competition instead. No one could have seen it coming. She was Aurum's first kill that was not in self-defense so she won't be leaving his mind anytime soon. She lives on Aurum's nightmares for now. R.I.P Hap and Thanks to Norbus95 she was a good character and I am very sorry I didn't get to show that to the world that. It is added to my list of things to improve on.
18th-Kirelle McPhee, District 9-Throat slit by Poseidon Wasser
This was meant to be Keith's death but as I was writing Noah's POV, I decided I had a different plan for was never a victor, I am sorry about that but it didn't mean she wasn't a good character. I enjoy writing her and she was a little fighter. She must have known with no help from Sherry and against a career with a weapon, she had little to no chance, she still stood up and put up a fight and I respect her for that. The death I had planned for her was in the next few chapters and it was brutal so at least this was a nice death (compared to what she would have got). R.I.P toKirelle and thanks to Skyheart033. She was a brave, little fighter and even when she knew she was doomed, she still put up a fight.
District Two is the first District out of the Game this year. I am doing a new thing where I give a small section on how their mentors are doing and their reactions to their deaths. Let me know what you think to this and my writing. I am just starting to use 3rd person so I would love some feedback.
Atlas Geo and Astrid Sudheer, Mentors for District Two:
District One had done the smart thing and left the room, leaving Atlas and Astrid by themselves in the Career Lounge (as the other victors called it). One of their tributes killing a Two in betrayal was bad enough but both? District One would be shunned by the victors for the rest of the year.
"And with that, District Two is out of the running for this year's victor's crown," Pyrus said with disappointment, shaking his head slowly. Atlas scowled at the TV as the grip on his beer bottle became tighter. Aside from the two from Four, The Career pack was solid, almost guaranteed to spit out a victory but instead, the girl from One decided to turn on everyone for a reason unknown to everyone but her. After Lavinna, Atlas wanted to always root for District One if all his tributes died but this year, he couldn't do it. He liked Aurum, the boy reminding him of himself but even Atlas on his worse days wouldn't just shoot a poor girl for no reason. Even more so when she was leaving without a fight
"Bullshit, she is alive!" Astrid slurred swinging her glass of vodka from side to side and splashing it on the velvet sofa. Atlas looked over to Astrid and offered a small smile. The girl always seemed cocky and sure of herself, like she relished in the Games but that was until the tributes were in the arena. Once that countdown finished, the elder, dark haired women morphed into a nervous wreck. When she was clawing at her skin or biting her nails, she was pacing the room like she was possessed. Sometimes throwing something across the room when she felt like it.
She didn't cheer when a tribute was slaughtered, she turned away from the screen, flinching and shaking at the sound of the screams like a thousand deaths were playing over and over again in her head. When her tributes lost, she turned to the bottle, drinking until she forgot they existed. Then when she was sober, she still acted like she had never heard of them before with a raised eyebrow and a "who?". In fact, the whole illusion that all career victors were blood loving maniacs who bathed in the blood of the fallen was nothing more than that, an illusion.