Avery Silverstein
District 9, Female
The clearing was enveloped in flames in a matter of moments, encasing the surviving three teens in an inescapable cage of fire, the red flames licking at the darkening sky with a science of obnoxiousness. Certainty. Too controlled to be real, to the tributes now trapped in a triangle, staring at each other, but ever so real for those watching, sat on the edge of their seats, in the capitol.
Suddenly, the smallest of the three let out a scream, while the other pair had been looking to each other, pain filling their gaze in realisation, the flames had been getting closer and closer. Soon swallowing the feet of the youngest tribute still alive, in the whole game. At 13, Rue had panicked, and taken a step back. Into the roaring flames eager to catch it's prey.
"Help! Help me!" She screamed as her eyes bulged in her head, her skin mutilated but thankfully hidden as she fell backwards into the flame. She burned like that for two further minutes, and seventeen seconds, before the not-quite silence was broken.
Boom.
Two more tributes were left, and the two had managed to clamber on top of the cornucopia, hands held. The 17 year old boy turned to Avery, his blonde hair covering his gaze as he held out one hand, the second pulling loose the dagger. "Avery.. one of us is going to make it out alive.. my love.."
Avery felt tears trickle down her cheeks, landing on the tin shape beneath her as she took his hand, holding it tight. She was also holding a knife behind her back. Goosebumps lined her arms, the hair on the back of her neck stood on edge. "Ethan, I can't.. I can't be without you." The pair new they should have fallen for each other in training, but love was inexplicable, even to the most qualified scientists.
Suddenly, Avery moved, as if she was going to embrace the boy, before stabbing him, wasting no time as the blade punctured his abdomen. "I'm so, so sorry for this.." she whispered into his ear as he dropped the dagger behind him with a loud clang. "But there was only ever going to be one victor, Ethan.." she trailed off, pushing him away as she felt the filth overtake her. She'd killed someone. She'd done it.
A further three minutes later, and the fire started to fade into a single flame, and a canon sounded.
Bang.
Her legs crumpled beneath her, and she sat on the tin surface, her tear streaked face eyeing up the sky as Panem's flag was presented before her holographically.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the 81st Hunger Game's, District 9 female tribute, Avery Silverstein."
Hi everyone! After taking a rather long break. I'm back and better than ever! Ready to partake in a (partial) SYOT! After a short 1st prologue, I'll post one or two more! Please please please submit as many as you'd like! :D
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