Very big death chapter now, this takes place over 11 hours. Enjoy. Sorry I have been gone so much, college work. I hope to have the final Game chapter up this weekend but don't count me on that because it's my birthday on Sunday so. I am no longer reaping age ;) Also, you have until Sunday to submit to my third story so be sure to get any submissions in. I am looking for a few more.
Wover Breen POV:
I sat in the small cave that once held the body of Heavenly. I rolled her body out so she could be picked up and turned my back on the world. I had not heard a cannon in days, almost a week. It was honestly shocking and terrifying. Any mutts had been killed by the wave or fire. The forest was barren, the only hiding places were in the small caves dotted around the island. The wave frightened and injured most people, causing them to scatter and hide until they regained their courage.
When a voiced boomed across the Arena, I was not sure I expected any different. "Attention, Attention tributes, there has been a slight rule change, the Games will end in twelve hours at sunrise, if you have not chosen a victor yourselves by this time, one shall be chosen by public vote. This will be the only announcement!" and with that, the dead arena was silent again. I though over the announcement again and again in my mind. The words becoming more and more terrifying as I thought about it. I had twelve hours to be the last one standing otherwise my life would be in the public's hands.
I rubbed my hands anxiously when a shadow passed over my face, blocking out the bright moon. I jumped out of my skin, gripping my torch and shining it over to the silhouette. Her face and she gave a large smile. "Sherry," I gasped. She looked around the now bright cave and smiled larger.
"Do you mind if I come in?" she asked with a sweet innocent voice. I shuffled back, rubbing the pocket my pen knife was in as I shone the torch in her eyes. She recoiled, making a small grunting sound as she did so. "I just want to ally, neither of this will survive by ourselves," she growled. I lowered my torch and waved her in. It was risky but an alliance would at least give me a shot.
She smiled as she knelt down next me, eyeing up the canteen and torch that lay on the ground. "Is this all you have?" she gasped picking up the torch and turning it on and off. I disliked being in the dark with her so I snatched it back, laughing nervously as I did so. "Well, they can be deadly," she said, her eyes glazed over. "One quick blow to the head and they are a goner," now I would be lying if I didn't say this creeped me out but I could not help but look at her with wide eyes.
"Have you killed someone?" I asked but at that moment she burst into a fit of laughter. I nervously giggled along, uncertain of what to make of the situation. I looked back at the torch as the girl continued to belt out laughter. I must have drifted off again because when I turned around, she was swinging a large clever towards my head. I screamed and dived out of the way, the blade catching my arm. I for the exit but Sherry pulled me back with a force I would not have thought the girl would have. She pulled me into an embrace and pressed the clever to my throat, the sharp edge cutting through my skin slightly.
"Sherry!" I pleaded, tears streaming from my eyes as I winced from the almost unbearable pain of the blade against my throat.
"Nobody wants to kill," she sniffled, her salty tears fell onto my shoulder. I clutched my thigh in fear as she started to cry louder. "We all have our reason right-" I cut her off by pulling the blade free from my pocket and stabbing it as deep into her side as I could. She screamed in pain and pushed me off her, pulling the knife out of her as she did so. The clever clattered to the floor as she looks at me in shock.
"No, I can't," she whimpered, holding onto the bloody wound tightly, a small amount of blood trickling out of her mouth. "I was so close," she screamed, her thrashing from the intense pain she was feeling. I looked in her eyes, holding my bloody knife. All I could see was fear and pain but not pain from the wound, from being so close. Only a few more hours and she might have been able to go home, back to her family. However, as her body became weaker, she knew that everything she had done up until this point was useless.
"I hope you die too!" she screeched, blood splattering from her mouth and onto the floor. Not thinking straight, I left everything but the knife in my hand and ran as far away as I could from the cave until I heard Sherry's canon. That was the moment I slumped to my knees and started to cry.
Poseidon Wasser POV:
I held my trident close, my body shaking from hunger as I walked through the ashy earth. I had managed to find water as a sponsor gift for surviving the wave but I was no out and my mouth felt horrible and dry. It took all my strength to just hold my weapon.
"Come on, we have to kill," someone grunted. I ducked behind a small rock formation and watched as Keith walked past, dragging Skua with him. She looked terrified, tears falling from her eyes. I hated Keith from the moment I laid eyes on him and now he was forcing someone as innocent at Skua to kill.
I used the last of my strength to aim my trident and throw but at the last moment, my blonde District partner screamed, knocking Keith to the ground and taking the trident to her chest Keith stood up, his body shaking as he looked at his ally choking on her own blood. I expected him to cradle her in her final moments maybe even tell her she was amazing but in classic Keith fashion, she yanked the trident free and ran off into the night.
I wanted to run over to Skua and cradle her, telling it was okay but I was helpless and frozen as I watched her struggling form in the darkness."I am so sorry," I whimpered, curling into a ball as I cried into the lifeless ground.
"It's okay," a gruff voice said. I turned around only to take an arrow to the face.
Aurum Stark POV:
I watched Poseidon slumped to the floor, I turned and ran over to Skua. There was nothing I could do, I could be there with her. She seemed startled as I picked her up and cradled her in my arms. "I did like you...that's why I let you live," I choked, the words seeming out of place for the moment. She tried to smile but she was clearly in too much pain. She started flailing her arms but it took me a few seconds to realize that she was patting my silver bow. "You want me to kill you?" I asked. She gave a pained nod and my body stiffened. Like I was in a trance, I laid her body down and placed an arrow in my bow.
"You get to be Ezra now," I said, my voice cracking as I let the arrow fly into her skull, her canon sounded seconds after. Once her face flashed in the sky, I started to sob, letting my tough career persona fall away. Maybe I liked her more than I let myself believe.
Lux Hymenoor POV:
Tristan and I walked back to back through the dark arena, too frightened to turn our torches. It took a lot of trust to allow someone to watch your back but killing the other off would be stupid. Both of us knew that we would have no chance of survival. After about an hour, she switched so Tristan was walking forward and I was moving backward.
Everything seemed quiet until a girl's scream shook the arena quickly followed by Tristan's pained cries. I jumped from behind him and darted into a bush. Tristan tried to follow me but he was in too much pain to move, his crotch sliced open. There was a primeval scream as a shadow ran a Tristan, pulling his head back by his hair and slicing his throat open, over and over again until his cannon boomed. By that point, his head was barely on his shoulders.
I was too frightened to cries or scream and I was ashamed I could do nothing until the shadow moved towards me, their screams mixed with whimpers as they charged me. I ran towards them, dragging my machete across their stomach as they dragged her knife along my face and chest. I got ready to deliver another blow but the shadow slumped to their feet, trying to hold in their organs before falling face first into the dirt, dead. The sky above me lit up with the faces of Tristan and Selena. I looked at the bloody at my feet as blood trickled down my face. Only then did I notice that it was the girl from Twelve, covered in ash and mud to camouflage herself.
She might have been dead but I guess she won in her own way, even if I won, she had left me with a permanent scar on my face.
Final four, congrats to the submitters of Aurum Stark, Wover Breen, Keith Weedon and Lux Hymenoor. District One, Five, Eight and Eleven. Who will win this year? Who do you think it will be? The finale is going to be very different this year, I can tell you that. If it was down to Capitol vote who do you think would be voted to win?
Also, three of these final four (along with Selena) will get a what could have been POV. It is a the end of the story that shows you what would have happened if they had one. Anyway, the tributes that died.
9th- Sherry Caldron, District 6-Stabbed by Wover Breen.
Sherry was a really good character and she should have got further than this. She had the skill but I wanted her to represent that the smartest, most determined tributes can die at any moment. Everything she did was justified and she was not a bad person, just a terrified kid who wanted to go home. R.I.P Sherry, I really hope to see you in my future resurrection Games and I am sorry this was not your year.
8th-Poseidon Wasser, District 4-Shot by Aurum Stark.
Two District Four tributes have gone straight after each other, Aurum won't be popular with their mentors. Poseidon was a contender to win for a while but I decided as much as I enjoyed him, he was far too kind to ever win. I got the feeling he would rather be killed than kill someone himself. He was broken about killing a childhood friend but Aurum made it so he did not suffer for long. R.I.P Poseidon, you lived up to your name because you were godly.
7th-Skua Sheerwater, District 4-Shot by Aurum Stark.
Skua had a very interesting story that I don't feel I showed that well. She was in love with Ezra from '24 to Life', then lied about being trained, had a short fling with Aurum (who ended up liking her) and allied with by far the most deserving tribute to be voted into these Games. She was a frightened girl who was doing everything she could to survive. R.I.P Skua, you were a sweet tribute who now gets to be with Ezra.
6th-Tristan Cathflow, District 6-throat slit by Tristan.
Tristan was looking up all around but forgot to look where he was stepping. He was a contender to win but I decided he would never be welcomed back into his District because killing people in the arena won't prove you didn't kill your family. I thought this was the right place for him to die. R.I.P Tristan, you was a good friend and ally and I am sure whoever wins knows you did not hurt your family.
5th-Selena Cole, District 12-Sliced by Lux Hymnoor.
After she killed Indy, she was never the same. Her life was plagued with what she had done and even when she tried to fight, she was just too slow. She was not evil, the truth behind Tristan's horrific death was that she was terrified and just wanted make sure he was dead. She would have struggled with the guilt as a victor and I think she would not have been able to handle it. R.I.P Selena, at least you don't have to live with the guilt anymore.