Epilogue
Pitch walked through the arena of the Hunger Hames cut short. After all of the tributes mysteriously disappeared, they had been forced to shut down the arena and stop the games.
All the bodies of water had been rid of the purple fish, and families were picnicking in the shade.
But Pitch wasn't here to enjoy the scenery. He strode through the undergrowth to the last known place his NP (Nightmare Pellet) Gun had been seen.
Sure enough, there it was, glimmering, surrounded by grass.
No wonder the cleaning crew had missed it.
He picked it up, inspecting it for damage. None.
Pocketing the deadly weapon, he took out a shiny whistle made of the same material. He blew into it once.
A big, beautiful Alpha Nightmare materialized out of the shadows, having teleported here from Pitch's base.
The President climbed on its back and took off into the shadows, leaving no trace that they were ever there but a sprinkle of dark sand.
THE END!
G'syr: the sequel will be called: Reborn from the Ashes; or Phoenix! Gotcha! I'll post a poll for which one, since I can't decide!
Sol: I can't either. Bye, and thanks for sticking through this with me!