This is the new revised edition of the Tributes. This one only shows the Tributes that are still alive:
District 1 - Peter
District 2 - Thorin, Galadriel
District 3 - Four, Tris
District 4 - Percy, Annabeth
District 5 - Kendra, Seth
District 6 - ALL DEAD
District 7 - Èowyen
District 8 - Arthur Pendragon, Morgana Le Fay
District 9 - The 10th Doctor, Rose
District 9 3/4 - Harry Potter, Hermione Granger
District 10 - ALL DEAD
District 11 - Kirk
District 12 - Katniss Everdeen, Peeta Mellark.
Right now, I'm showing what Katniss thought on the first day of the games. But never fear! I'm going to make this longer so it goes to the second day. The list shows every tribute that is alive after the first day. Also, the Morgana in the story is from the show Merlin and it shows her character in season two so she isn't completely evil yet.
Also, I am SO sorry I haven't updated in a while! To make up for it though, this chapter is especially long.
Now please enjoy chapter three of The Fandom Games!
Chapter 3 - Creatures: Katniss Everdeen
' Three times! ' I thought to myself. ' I've been in the Games three times! '
I've been under the glass for so long, I squint at how bright it is. I put a hand to shield my eyes, I take in my surroundings, there's a forest surrounding us which makes me think back to my first Games. Then there's a long spread area of just tall grass that stretches for miles. To the far side of the arena is grey slabs of cliffs. I wondered where they would lead and if it was a good idea to run there.
My eyes circle the arena, then they return to the bounty of goods in the pile. Some of the things seem familiar, others make me question what other fandom could possibly be about: magic wands, glass orbs, phasers, screwdrivers that glow, a jar of milk, staffs, and even a sweeping broom. What could possibly used with a broom? As I look to the clock, I see that have only forty-five seconds. I look for Peeta's face in the crowd, he's looking at me. It's a stare that I must have on my face too. It tells me that we were lucky enough to get out of two Games, but the odds weren't going to be in our favor anymore.
We all have on the same uniform: A tan shirt, brown hoodie, pants, and running boots. Some of the men look silly in such a getup, I see a man with long black hair with grey streaks in it complete with a beard. His name was Thorin, and in no way should a man with that build wear a hoodie.
Peeta and I have already decided to make a pack. I'm glad that Peeta is here in the arena with me, I couldn't see myself with another partner. I look into the Cornucopia for things that will prove valuable to me. My eyes search for a bow and I find one. It's black with arrows next to it. Good. I will need those. I look for anything else that will provide aid to me, a backpack would do some good. In the Hunger Games, that helped me a lot. If I didn't have a sleeping bag I could have died from cold on the first night.
Again I look to the clock,
10 seconds.
I take a running stance on the platform.
' Calm down Katniss, ' I tell myself. ' Focus. '
I look for Peeta's comforting eyes again. In a sea of angry determinated faces, I want to see his warm blue eyes. He looks to the Cornucopia. I decide it's best if I do too now, my eyes train on the bow. I will get that one. Now was the time, three second remain on the clock. I take a deep breath and hold it...
The gong rings and a frenzy of characters clash to get their weapons. I run for my bow, I dodge unfriendly enemies to get it. My arm stretches to reach and I press my palm around it. Success, while I'm here, I could grab more things. I reach for more things, I don't care what they are. Anything right now could be helpful. After grabbing a small object I can't make out right now, I grab a backpack.
" Katniss! " I hear Peeta's voice cry.
I have stayed in the Cornucopia for too long, I must run now. Unfortunately while trying to run away, my foot snags on a bundle of rope. I dig my fingernails into the grass to get up when in front of my lies a girl. I don't know her name but I know she will kill me, she doesn't and instead gives me a hand to get up.
" Come on now, Katniss. We haven't got all day! " She cries.
She knows my name... How does she know my name? Why is she helping me?
I grab onto it because frankly, I don't have any other choice and I run with the girl behind me. She's following me, why is she following me? I meet up with Peeta and we run for the forest. While running Peeta notices the girl running behind like she is my friend.
" Who is she?! " Yells Peeta.
I keep running and avoid the question. " Keep running! " I say.
We run farther into the forest and the girl follows us, should I think of her as an enemy? If she was an enemy, why would she help me. After five minutes of hard core sprinting, it turns into a jog and finally a tired walk. After a while I judge that we must be a distance away from the other tributes. The three of us gasp for air. The girl is still with us, now I can make out her features. She's very pretty, with pale skin, wavy ebony black hair tied into a ponytail that goes to her waist, and light green eyes.
" Who are you? " I ask still gasping for breath.
" My name, " says the woman, " is Morgana. "
" Morgana? " Echoes Peeta.
" I come from a great Kingdom called Camelot, " says Morgana. " What Kingdom do come come from? "
Peeta and I exchange glances. " District 12? " I say uncomfortably.
" Who rules your Kingdom? " Asks Morgana.
" Our Mayor... " says Peeta. " But really it's President Snow. "
" Is he a kind and just man? " asks Morgana.
Kind and just would be the exact opposite words I'd use to call Snow. The best I can compare him to is a snake. Peeta looks to me to answer, I know President Snow better than him.
" He kills children for fun and entertainment. " I say blankly. " in fact, he's tried to kill me at least twice. "
Morgana blinks, but returns to talking. " We do something a little like that. I mean... We have tournaments where people can be killed. Of course they're not children, they're grown men: Knights in fact. The king even sends his own son into battle. "
Then there's a long pause. I wonder if President Snow had a son that might have been put in the Games... Would he do something about it, or let it be?
" Doesn't seem that friendly, your king. " Peeta says after the pause becomes too long.
" Believe me, he isn't. " Morgana sighs.
I wonder what Morgana's ' Camelot, ' must look like. Did it have a Hob? A bakery? Perhaps even a castle. The word kingdom reminds me of fairy tales and magic. A sudden thought jerks me back to reality-what was I holding in my hand? What was I so lucky to grab? I open my hand to see metal cylinder with a glowing top. The object glows blue and has many switches on it. I have never seen anything like it. This must be from a different Fandom than my own, we would never need or have use for... A screwdriver?
" What's that? " Asks Peeta.
I shrug. I didn't learning about anything not from our Fandom in the training center.
" It's weird... I can't put my finger on it... Why does it glow? " I hand the object to Peeta.
" I know what that is! " Says Morgana excitedly.
Peeta closely examines the object. " It's not from any Fandom I can think of. Maybe it's from District 9 3/4? They've got some pretty weird stuff. What did you say about knowing what it was, Morgana? "
Even in the Games, Peeta is polite.
Morgana picks it all with her thumb and index finger. Her other hand stays below it to keep it safe. It must be valuable to handle with such care
" I paid attention to battle strategies while in the Training center but I also kept a close eye on what the other Fandoms were about. This one is particularly special. It's called a sonic screwdriver. I can't believe you were lucky enough to grab one, " she says.
" What does it do? " I ask.
" It can open any lock-mind you, except wood. And it does something else... I'm not sure... I left for more information. Did you know there's a Fandom where a lion can talk, and another where milk can make you see magical creatures? " Morgana asked.
" If it's all the same with you, I stayed on archery. " I say, looking at the object again. Morgana hands it back to me. She looks a little hurt.
" Let's keep walking. " I suggest tucking the screwdriver into my pocket.
Morgana stays in front of us, she has a sword in her hands and surprisingly enough, she's good with it. I sling my bow behind my back. Peeta's warm hand stops me from walking by grabbing my arm.
" I don't trust her, " Peeta whispers.
Trust her? I didn't think about trusting her either but wouldn't she have killed me when she had the chance? Maybe Morgana could be worth trusting or she's trying my emotions so she can slit my throat in the night. In The Hunger Games a couple years back, a girl named Eta Fairbain did the same thing. She made friends with a weak tribute and when she took watch for the night, she killed the boy. As it turns out, she won that Game.
' I just won't let her take watch, ' I tell myself.
And who knows? Morgana has already proved useful by showing her knowledge. It could be a good idea to keep her, besides that, I like her.
" We'll see what happens, " I say.
The sun is beginning to set quickly behind the arena. Sundown is near and we haven't eaten, my stomach is even growling. " Let's stop here for the night, we need to make campsite. " I say. " I'll go hunting. "
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Peeta doesn't trust Morgana, yet I left them alone. The whole idea screams something bad. I keep an arrow in my string and look for signs of life: a bird, squirrel, or even rabbit would help right now. We also need water. I think back to my two Hunger Games. Both times, I was dehydrated at one time or another. I don't want to relieve the horrors of such a feat again. I felt so helpless both times and don't want to think about having to go through that again. I get tired of searching so I throw a stone into a tree. It shakes away leaves and three birds fly away I aim and shoot. One falls dead, I grin at my success.
I pick up the sparrow, and take out my arrow and clean it with moss on a tree trunk. I'm about to leave when I hear a roaring scream:
" YOU... YOU KILLED HER! YOU KILLED MY LITTLE SISTER, YOU FOUL THING! I WILL NOT SPARE YOU! "
I jump at the voice, I was close to another tribute-an angry tribute. I must leave, flight is essential.
I run through the coverage of the trees and track my way back to our campsite.
What could someone do to make someone do something as stupid as scream as loudly as they did? I would not want to be the person the tribute was mad at.
Finally, I arrive at our campsite. Peeta's hands are balled into fists and Morgana has made a fire, she stares at her hands.
" I'm back, " I say. Instantly I wish I didn't, it seems like a stupid thing to announce. They already know I'm back.
" I...I don't know how I did that... " Stammers out Morgana.
" Did what? " I say laying down my bow.
" The fire...It just...started on its own. " She says. " I don't know how it happened. "
Peeta glances at me, I set down my kill. " We can roast this before the sun goes down, " I say changing the subject. " I couldn't find any water. "
Peeta offers to help and helps me cook the sparrow, Morgana looks distant. The smell of the roast bird makes my mouth drool, after a full day of running, I'm famished. Once the bird is cooked, I kick away the coals and make sure there's no signs of fire by spreading leaves over it.
We split the bird and I save the extra pieces in my backpack. I take a small bite and instantly smile, I've forgotten how good food can be after a full day of work. I rest my head and Peeta's shoulder and feel calmed. Even though I have no chance of surviving for a third time, I will cherish any time with Peeta. I close my eyes and open them again at someone screaming into the sky:
" This game is sick! How many more must you need to kill before you make your point?! Because of you, I have a dead sister! Her blood is on YOUR hands! "
I jump again, it's the same voice.
" We should move camp, " suggests Morgana.
I nod and look to Peeta, he's already putting away materials and gives me my bow.
Again, we are on the run.
xxx
It's dark and cold when we have stop running. The sweat running down my back makes me shiver at how cold it must be outside, I zip my hoodie and pull the hood up.
" Let's make camp here, Katniss, do you have anything in your backpack to help? " Asks Morgana.
I sling the pack of my shoulder and look inside, I first search for blankets, sleeping bags, anything warm. Inside, is a large sleeping bag and a heavy blanket. We divide the shares and finally we get to bed. I realize we must have missed The Fallen being called while we were running. It doesn't matter, we survived our first day. That is all that matters.
" I'll take first watch, " volunteers Peeta. " Katniss, I'll wake you up in an a couple hours. "
I'm so tired that when I climb into the sleeping bag I can just nod my head. Peeta kisses my cheek and whispers to go to sleep.
I feel secure while I lay down my head.
xxx
I jolt awake to the noise of a cannon booming. When my eyes try to register the time of day, it's still dark outside. Someone must have died in the night, security leaves.
" What was that? " Asks Morgana.
" A cannon, someone's died. " Says Peeta.
Now I'm really awake. " How far away do you think it is? " I ask Peeta. Peeta rubs a finger against his chin, " not that far away. I think the Gamemakers personally made it so small so we'd be closer together. This couldn't last very long. "
No, it couldn't. But I didn't think of that of course, and Peeta and I will not be as lucky as we were the Hunger Games. I shiver, it's so cold outside. When I breathe, I can see my frosted breath. My eyes have adjusted to the dark so I can see how worried my friends look.
" Should we move? " Whispers Morgana. I think she's afraid of nearby enemies. I am too, I nod and look to Peeta. He nods back, a silent agreement has been made. Quietly, we pack up the camp. Morgana hides evidence of our stay, Peeta packs up our supplies, and I help. We try to be as quietly as possible without stepping on dry twigs. The only sounds we make are those of us brushing against the tree leaves.
" How many more times must we move before we can go to bed?! " Cries Morgana.
" Just a bit farther, " I pant. I wish we had some kind of water for us to drink, it's only been a couple hours and my tongue feels dry.
We run for a couple minutes until we are sure that one tribute could possible be close to us. We all stop to catch our breath. " We can stop here, " says Peeta. There is no argument, I grab the blanket and sleeping bag from my pack and we all try to find the driest piece of land to sleep. I volunteer to keep watch and Peeta tells me to wake him up before the sun rises. He then kissed my forehead. It feels natural.
So I stay up and make sure I have my bow out. The screwdriver from earlier returns to my mind, I zip open my pack and fish it out. There is it; blinking a blue color I can only describe as the same shade a person from the Capitol would wear. I stare at it and try to see its purpose. I press buttons in the sides and find one that makes the object pulse. I decide to shine the light on a leaf, pressing the button it pulses for a moment and glows. I bring it back up to where I can see it. This time... I can see words forming... It reads, ' Leaf. ' I gasp and shine it on a twig. It reads, ' Tree Branch. " I don't know what this thing is or who used to own it, but it seems valuable. No wonder Morgana treated it with care. I look to my friends. Peeta stays still in his sleep, Morgana stirs. She's been doing it for a while now but I haven't noticed until now. She shakes and thrashes her head back and forth. She must be having a nightmare. I kneel down beside her, I need to wake her up. In her sleep she mutters,
" No...no...Camelot... "
I shake her. She stays asleep.
" It...will...fall. " She mutters. Her body is paralyzed.
I shake her harder. " Morgana! " I say clearly.
" No Uther, don't do it! " She cries. Peeta jolts awake, that's when I know how loud she is.
I slap her across the face. She jolts up into a sitting position.
" Arthur! " She cries, her pupils are dilated.
" Morgana, wake up! " I whisper fiercely.
Morgana freezes. She looks me in the eye. " It was awful... " She says tearfully. " Camelot... It was gone... Before my very eyes! It crumbled into rock! "
Peeta takes Morgana in his arms. " Shh... " he says carefully. " Everything's alright. " Peeta is much better at this than I am. He easily can calm down people, I am not a likable person.
Peeta gently tells Morgana a story of decorating cakes at the bakery, he goes on to tell about how he can makes flowers look real with nothing more but frosting. His story brings us all peace we need.
Morgana is restless, but Peeta gets her to calm down.
Just in time too, the sun is coming up over the mountains. The sun is red under the arena. In other Fandoms they classify this as a ' Red Dawn. '
I don't think of it as a good sign.
xxx
We keep a steady pace while trying to distance ourselves from the other tributes. I wonder who could have died today. If so, what were their stories. If they had a life. A home. A family.
I'm so lost in thought that I can hardly heard a screeching noise coming out of the forest. It sounded like someone was dying. We froze, " what... Was that? " Morgana says. Slowly, the three of us turn and find a simple figure. It's dressed in a simple black suit, with a white button up shirt and a tie. It's the same thing you'd find our Mayor wearing. What was weird, was its face. It's meshed up into what I can only describe as alien and it's a paper white. It's eyes are black and it's mouth is too. The mouth is pulled and disfigured. It has no ears, no nose, and no eyebrows. It's fingers are long and hang to its sides. What am I looking at?
" What is that? " I shout.
In the Hunger Games, it would be a bear or a mutt. I can't describe what I see here.
Peeta looks at me, I can see him through the corner of my eye.
" Katniss... Are you okay? You don't look alright... "
Alright!? Can he not see the alien like figure?!
I remember my screwdriver. Didn't it identify objects? I keep my eyes on the alien, without looking, I probe my backpack feeling for the cold metal.
Sucess, I grab it out of my pack and keep it behind my back so it cannot see my weapon.
" Katniss, what is that thing?! " Morgana screams. I flash my screwdriver. The beast stays still-why is it staying still? Why doesn't it attack? I flash it onto the creature.
" It reads... ' The Silence? '" I shout to Morgana.
Peeta looks at the beast again. " Whoa! What is that thing? "
" Silence... " Groans the beast, " will fall... "
" Run! " I cry.
We turn from the creature and begin to run.
Wait... Why am I running? Where's Peeta? Oh, he's right next to Morgana. Why are any of running? I turn my head, what I can only describe as an alien is running after us. Whoa! Where did that come from? I keep running when the three of us come across a huge black lake.
I stop quickly, in my front-a huge lake with no way across. In my back-an alien.
Didn't think it would end this way.
" We have to cross! " Shouts Peeta.
Yes, we do. In any normal setting, we could swim across easily. But there aren't in normal settings; This is the Fandom Games. Anything from any fandom could be waiting for us in the murky water. Really, it's so dark I can't see anything in there.
Peeta, Morgana, and I jump into the icy cold water. The Silence hisses at us but after a few strokes, I can't see it anymore.
The coldness of the water stings my skin. I can feel my muscles working against me the more I swim. ' Keep swimming, ' I tell myself. ' One, two, one, two... ' something distracts my senses, I feel a sharp tug force my feet into the water. It works. I go under, I try to open my eyes under water to whatever could be attacking; What looks like a small sickly green octopus with a real face is trying to send me to my doom. I will not let that happen. I yank myself back to the waters surface where my lungs hunger for air. My arms flung around, trying to send a signal to my friends. My mouth forms the words,
" Peeta- "
I am pulled down to the water again, this time, the creature is determined to keep me here. I try to stay focused, giving myself small commands to get me out of the water.
' Push away the creature, Katniss. '
I use all of my strength to push away whatever holds me captive.
' Kick your feet up, Katniss, '
I do just so, and find the waters surface once again. I gasp, splutter and cough out the salty water that has invaded my lungs. Peeta strokes to me and helps me to the shore of the black lake.
I cough some more when we come the the shore. I never thought I'd love to stand on land again. Peeta asks if I'm okay, I replied I was fine.
" Why were we in the lake?! " Morgana coughs.
" Because of the... " I stop myself. I can't remember. There's... An image but I really don't know why we all climbed into the lake.
" There was this thing in the lake... " Morgana begins. " It pulled my leg down into the water. It would have killed me if we didn't get here sooner. "
" A grindylow, " corrects Peeta.
I give him a weird glance, he shrugs. " I paid attention to the creatures that could be found! " He says defensibly.
" That's strange, " Morgana says.
" If creatures like that are found in the Games... Who know what else could be here? "
Author Note - Ta-Da! The third installment of The Fandom Games! Okay, first off, I'm SO sorry I couldn't post earlier! I've been super busy! In a perfect world, I could post everyday. ( Of course, in a perfect world, there would be no Star Wars prequels... Wait off topic, SORRY! ) Also, thank you guys so much for writing more reviews! You guys are making my DAY!
REMINDER: If you want me to write about a new character, write a response in the reviews!
As always, KEEP SMILING! :)
~ TheWriterOfFira