ID#: 1053
25 Years Old
Peacekeeper.
Seven pods.
Seven rebels.
All surrounded by four glass walls, all lined up next to one another, placed so strategically. District Three is at the forefront, with District Twelve concluding the row of pods.
Seven pods for seven rebels.
The ones who instigated it all. The ones who furthered their cause, the ones who prevent this nation from prospering. The rebels that have plagued Panem with a sense of fear and uncertainty. It's their entire fault – these seven rebels. And now, they will pay the price.
They will get their punishment they deserve. They were placed in front of a tribunal, and as these seven rebels sat there, chained down to their seats, they trembled in fear. They finally came to realization with the mistakes they had made. But, it was too late to pardon them.
To let them off the hook.
These seven rebels are only getting what they deserve.
"Pod One," the overhead automatic voice says. "Beetee Latier of District Three."
Peering over the balcony, I see the lights in the six other pods shut off completely. They're all pitch-black now, except for Beetee's. He's one of the seven rebels that are receiving their sentence. His wheelchair was stripped of him, and as he sits there on his knees, he stares down at the ground.
The old man should have realized that messing with Capitol technology and communication is an offence. As is assisting the rebellion in any way, shape, or form.
"Commence."
My eyes widen at the sight. There is a surge of electricity, illuminating the whole room. The whole glass pod lights up, and when the light dims for a moment, I see Beetee's limp body lying on his side. His hand is twitching, a spark flying off of him and sizzling into the air. After one more surge of electricity, Beetee's body ceases movement.
One rebel down.
Six more to go.
"Pod Two and Three," the voice says. "Annie Cresta and Finnick Odair of District Four."
Beetee's pod goes black. The next pods, belonging to Annie and Finnick, light up. Annie is pressed up against the side of the glass, clawing at it towards Finnick. Finnick is doing the same, desperately trying to get to his wife. He kicks at the wall, but it's futile.
If they didn't want to be here in the first place, they shouldn't have gotten themselves involved.
"Commence."
On command, Annie's pod is the first one to begin filling up with air. I glance at Finnick for a moment, seeing his mouth open widely, the scream unable to be heard outside of those four walls. The water in Annie's pod fills up quickly, already being up to her waist. She frantically looks around, standing right in the center of it. When it reaches her neck, she takes in one last breath – her final breath.
Annie attempts to hold her breath as the water consumes her, but she knows that anything is futile too. Opening her eyes, she looks at Finnick one last time. After Finnick lets out one more inaudible scream, Annie opens her mouth, closes her eyes, and accepts her fate.
Finnick drops to his knees.
"Commence."
As his pod begins to fill up, Finnick seemingly accepts his fate too. He's on the floor, and as the water reaches his shoulder, he shoots a glance behind him. Behind him are the next pair of rebels, but he cannot see them. He stands up, pins his arms tightly to his side, and takes his final breath too. The water is now above his head, and I should have known he wouldn't have given up as quickly as Annie did.
Finnick was always a fighter.
He just fought for the wrong side.
A few minutes pass of Finnick holding his breath, but as his arms flail outwards, he has officially conceded. His mouth opens, the water rushes in, and his body begins to frantically spin around. He's drowning, and as he floats throughout the water, the light shuts off for his pod.
Two more rebels down.
Four more to go.
"Pod Four and Five," the voice says. "Blight and Johanna Mason of District Seven."
The lights shine in Blight's and Johanna's pods. Blight is standing there rather calm, but Johanna is wildly attacking the glass wall. She scratches at it, kicks it, and throws her body at it. She's screaming as well, but it cannot be heard.
"Commence."
It takes me a moment to realize what is going inside of her pod. She stops attacking the wall, clutching onto her throat. Her skin becomes a bluish hue, and as she drops to her knees, her eyes become bloodshot. She drops to the side, her eyes slowly rolling back. Death by oxygen deprivation will surely put the rebels in disarray, and perhaps in a coma, too.
Blight doesn't even glance at his fellow rebel. He's accepting his fate too.
"Commence."
Just like Johanna's pod, the oxygen is sucked out of his. He goes through the same phases, and as he falls to the ground, he covers his nose and mouth. His body takes a little longer to fully slip out of consciousness, and unlike Johanna, he begins to have a seizure. It eventually ceases, though.
The lights turn off in both of their pods.
Two more down.
Two more to go.
"Pod Six," the voice says. "Chaff of District Eleven."
The next pod lights up, revealing Chaff. He was stripped of his prosthetic arm, leaving the stub dangling at his side. He looks at all four corners of the pod, and when he looks forward, he squints his eyes. He can't see everyone around him, but we can see him.
"Commence."
Chaff looks around the pod once again, awaiting his sentence. Small pores of sorts enter the pod, floating around from here-to-there. He looks at them attentively, but as the pod fills up more quickly, he begins to get worried. He swats them away, but once they come into contact with his hand, he clutches onto it. The skin begins to bubble over, turning all shades of red.
The pores swallow him whole, his whole body being immersed in them. They are of a green color and as they stick onto his body, the rest of his skin bubbles over and turns red. He falls forward, kicking out his legs and his arm. His eyes cave in, leaving red and black remnants, and the spores start to burn through his skin.
Chaff's light shuts off. One more down.
Leaving our final rebel.
"Pod Seven," the voice says. "Katniss Everdeen of District Twelve."
When her lights turn off, we see her standing there, her hands clenched into fists at her side. Her head is lowered, and she stares right up at the balcony. There is silence in the room for a minute or so. Katniss stands there motionless, and as the voice speaks on the overhead, I anticipate what her punishment will be.
"Commence."
A line of red and orange spread on the bottom of the pod, ignoring the rest of it. It's a fire, and as it spreads around Katniss, it leaves her untouched. It surrounds her, leaving her stranded in the middle of it. Slowly, the fire creeps up on her, the orange and red flames making the light unnecessary.
The fire finally reaches her. She stands there, her fists still at her side, not falling to her knees like the rest of them did. She's ardent, but she's misguided. She could have been fighting for the Capitol too.
We could have used someone like her.
We could have made her a symbol. A symbol of pride. Of patriotism. Of power.
Katniss' clothes are the first to burn, and as the fire reaches her hands and upper-body, she finally reacts. She tries to shake it off, but it's growing too quickly in intensity. She finally falls to her knees, the fire finally swallowing her whole. I watch her body being burnt to a crisp, but eventually, the lights shut off.
The last rebel down.
This moment will go down in history. Every rebel will tremble in fear as they watch this. They will realize too the mistakes they have committed. There is no fight left in the rebels – not after this.
The killing of seven rebels. The ones who led the fight, the ones who instigated it all, all dead in the matter of minutes. The sentencing of the death punishment to the seven rebels who have committed various felonies and offences.
This is the Victor's Purge.
District One
Male: Ceylon Lanier , 17.
Female: Leilani Theriott, 18.
District Two
Male: Mathias Mordurie, 18.
Female: Levana Coltello, 16.
District Three
Male: Marlin Crichton, 18.
Female: Aella Rafferty, 17.
District Four
Male: Jonah Danick, 18.
Female: Otrera Hale, 18.
District Five
Male: Caden Glite, 15.
Female: Anaise Tuist, 17.
District Six
Male: Kolter Hendricks, 18.
Female: Drew Kendall, 15.
District Seven
Male: Audrey Kaman, 18.
Female: Gerri Faulkes, 16.
District Eight
Male: Nathaniel Bayle, 18.
Female: Claire Dasilva, 18.
District Nine
Male: Marlon Haigh, 14.
Female: Reanine Darsh, 15.
District Ten
Male: Lonan Hurritt, 15.
Female: Tasha Levelle, 17.
District Eleven
Male: Alumax Derian, 17.
Female: Cailen Arkley, 18.
District Twelve
Male: Amias Black, 14.
Female: Wren Maddox, 18.
Author's Note:
It wasn't easy. That's all I have to say about accepting tributes and deciding who's in and who's out and who goes where. This is the most tributes I've received for any one of my SYOTs, so this was a pleasant surprise. I really do appreciate every submission I get and I hope everyone understands that not all of them could get in, naturally. Only 24 slots, you know? I was looking for a few things in particular for this SYOT as well.
But, enough about that: Here is the Second Part of the Prologue. This introduced the Victor's Purge and went more in-depth of what happened to canon Victors that you're all on the edge of your seat wondering about. We already know I stray away from Suzanne Collins' plotline, so.
Here is the link to the tribute's blog (on my profile):
w w w. settleascorehg. blogspot. c o m
And here is the mentor blog (also on my profile):
w w w. halloffamethg. blogspot. c o m
So, I have some questions about these blogs/the Prologue:
Are you disappointed I killed any of these victors? Shocked? Happy? Tell me what you think of this Prologue and tell me your general opinion on the Rebellion so far. I like reading comments, people.
On the tribute blog, who are your favorite tributes? Least favorite tributes? Who stood out?
On the mentor blog, are there any mentors that stand out to you?
That's it. Stay tuned for more from Cashmere67 soon!