Congratulations to those who have the odds in their favor!
Welcome to the final Eight, the last few competitors in the Games. Forty have died, leaving us with this. Our final Eight tributes are:
Ross Droke, Catie Sapphire, Bianca Taylor, Tron Nightcore, Salmon Craybess, Gracie Locklear, Zuper Ridn and Loli Ridn, and Ephraim Wolf. I think.
Now, you may be thinking, Gee, isn't there nine tributes left there?
Here's your answer, Tron dies today, so we're practically at the final eight. Just read the chapter.
These are the few that have done really well. A couple surprises, like Loli and Gracie scoring 1's and 2's and making it to the finals. But so what? Let the Games begin! For real, this time...
Please Vote, should I do a interview chapter for the final Eight contestants? Or should I keep it coming with the action?
Day Nine.
Tron Nightcore POV
This is it, I guess. the final eight. They're interviewing our family and friends by now, learning about our lives. Our past. I don't care, still traumatized by Tecna's slaughtering by Ross yesterday. I guess it was justified, since we cut off Ross's brother's head, but still. IT'S NOT COOL, NO MATTER HOW YOU JUSTIFY THAT CRAP.
I hear the Capitol anthem when it's not supposed to play. It's an invitation. To a feast. The feast would be in the Cornucopia room, at dawn of the 10th Day. We have a day to prepare. The feast also has stuff that us tributes need, like medicine or stuff like it. Tents, supplies, who knows. A miniature Cornucopia. They want everyone to go to the same place, because with only eight tributes, we could get spread out in this vast cave.
A feast, huh? I don't think I will go. A death trap waiting to happen. Unless, I had the death trap myself. No. No no no no no no no no. Look what's happened the last few times. Someone on my side has always died. Blake, Basil got shot, Basil, then Tecna...
I decide not to go. The other tributes can go into their death. I'm smart, right? District Three.
Salmon Craybess POV
Bianca Taylor ditched us. Right while we were listening to the announcement. she ran away and threw all of my new set of knives into the bottom of the pool. she got rid of a bunch of other weapons, too. Swords, spears, you name it. Of course, no problem for me, I swam down and retrieved my knives. Easy lemon-squeezy, I think that's how the saying goes.
It won't be long before everyone else goes, and starts killing each other off. Probably at the feast, I bet. Yeah, I'm going there because I'm already at the Cornucopia. Might as well give Panem a show.
Ephraim Wolf POV
All the tributes are invited. To the feast of the Games. There's usually one, to bait all the tributes in the same area and have them kill each other. Yeah, I'm going. For my sister. i need to avenge her death. Kill Ross. But the only thing to do now is wait till dawn tomorrow.
I start packing. Food, supplies, bandages. I make sure I have my axe and Willow's flail with me. Yeah, kill Ross with Willow's flail. How ironic. I decide to rest till then, so that I don't have to sleep through dawn. Of course, when dawn comes, I won't know it. There's no time in this cave.
Zuper Ridn POV
I'm keeping the little ones here. even though we desperately need food, a feast is certain death for us. 'it would be me against who knows who many Careers and Ephraim, who I think could easily be a killer. No, better to live. My belly grumbles, as I think of the food that's usually at the feast. Near starving, I'm tempted. i make a decision.
I'll go to the feast, grab some food, and run. The little kids, Loli and Gracie, will stay where they are until I come back. Yeah, that'll work. Finally the floor lights up. It has the Capitol seal, and for once, There are no deaths today. WHAT! NO DEATHS! THAT MAKES NO SENSE! WE'VE BEEN DROPPING LIKE FLIES AND THERE AREN'T ANY DEAD BODIES TODAY! They must be anticipating for the feast. That's sure to be interesting. Over the night, I hear a cannon. It wakes me from my sleep. Ugh.
Tron nightcore POV
Holy crap. These mutts just like randomly popped out of where I was, scaring the crap out of me. They unsheathe these huge talons dripping with poison and jab me in the stomach. I obviously don't have much time, but the pain overwhelms me. I can't stand, all that i'm able to do is lie and groan. I take out my carving knife, point it at the mutts, but turn around and stab myself. I'm not dead yet, must've missed an artery or something.
I try to stab my self again but with the pain nulling my vision, I miss, scraping my arm badly. Again and again, I keep missing myself, hitting the ground or some non-major part of my body. Finally, one of the mutts just steps on me.
Death List:
Tron nightcore: tried to commit suicide but has really bad dagger accuracy and was finally killed by mutt.