A/N: Thanks to Ancrazyhyperawesomeidiot, mangesboy01, krikanalo, nevergone4ever, richards25, Beauthg, Kman528, PrinicessLyoka and xx-Want-A-Sugar-Cube-xx for reviewing! We're almost at 500! :D
Here's another of my own victors, who we haven't seen in a while. I actually had to look up his original Games, I couldn't remember anything of it... :/
I hope you all enjoy the chapter :)
P.S. Now that 'OC' can be chosen as a character, I've added the characters 'OC' and 'Other Tributes' to the description for this story. I think that covers all the victors...
"Every day, I've got something bringing me down
I've got the eyes of a madman
I cannot run
How does it feel, to live your life when nothing is real?
So just send me down the river."
- Sergio Pizzorno, 2011.
The 75th Annual Hunger Games (The Third Quarter Quell) - Day 1, 10.00 am
Marcel Fielding (50), District 9 Male (victor of the 41st Annual Hunger Games)
Kasabian - La Fee Verte (2011)
The gong sounds, and I fling myself into the water on my left, desperate to reach the cornucopia quickly. The water seems choppy, but I seem to float through it effortlessly, making land in no time at all. Maybe it's the clothes that are helping me.
Pulling myself up from the water, dripping wet, I look around to the other spokes of the wheel, stretching out from the island that holds the cornucopia. I see four or five tributes already running towards the cornucopia. As expected Finnick leads the pack; he's pulling a trident from the supplies as I pull myself to my feet. Luke's done well for someone who's turned to drink, too. Maybe he's stayed sober enough to help himself. To my left, I can see Seeder and Toby tussling two spokes away, and the lumbering figure of Brutus getting out of the water two beyond that. Trying to ignore the distractions, I run in towards the cornucopia.
Upon arriving at the sandy island, I search for a clear path to the supplies, which is rather easy as few tributes have arrived. I have to duck as Toby Denham lunges for me with a knife, but he chooses not to pursue the matter further. Instead, he barrels off into the waves and disappears from sight. He's survived the bloodbath, and he's safe. For now.
Returning my attention to the cornucopia, I almost run straight into Cashmere of District 1,but both of us are unarmed and I once again avoid injury. At the pile of supplies, which is nearly all weapons, I pull a spear and a knife from the pile, and I feel a presence behind me. Turning back, I see Blight, the man from District 7, and instinctively throw my spear at him. He ducks, and the weapon flies off into the water, lost forever. Getting up from the floor, Blight tries to flee, and I line up my knife to throw, but he's blocked by Beetee, the middle-aged man from District 3.
He's still a decent target.
Throw the knife as hard as I can and it sinks into Beetee's back as he criers out in pain, dropping to the sand. I run out from the cornucopia as I realise that I'm weaponless.
Looking out, several tributes have escaped. Toby and Chaff are gone already. Others, such as Cecelia, Woof, Mags and Peeta, haven't left their pedestals. Looking in towards the cornucopia, I see several lying dead or dying on the ground, such as Seeder from Eleven, Blake from Six and Luke from District 5. Johanna is dragging Beetee towards the water, trying to get him to safety for some unknown reason. But I don't have time to ponder that now. The Careers finally seem to have gotten themselves organised, but I somehow steel myself to return to the mix and retrieve a weapon once more.
Luckily, the focus of the Careers seems to be on the unexpected alliance of Finnick and Katniss, who are being pushed back towards the water. Sneaking around to the other side of the supplies, I catch a glimpse of Gloss flying backwards into the water, blood pouring form a wound in his leg. Hopefully it'll be bad enough to rule him out as a threat. At the supply pile, I pick up a short sword (there seems to be an almost infinite number weapons this year) and run back the way I came, choosing a spot in the foliage to swim off towards.
And then I run into Brutus.
He swings once at me and I parry the blow, but his strength is enough to knock my weapon from my hands. Terrified, I plunge into the water behind, realising that being weaponless in the arena is better than being weaponless on a Career-infested island.
I barely get ten metres before the pain comes. Sharp at first, excruciating in a few moments as the salt water replaces my blood in the wound in my neck. I reach up instinctively, yanking the knife free as I writhe in pain beneath the waves, choking on the salty water as I struggle to remain oriented as clouds of my own blood fill the water around me. I know that it is over for me already. If I can manage to get myself out of the water, I'll be an easy target for the Careers who are still lurking behind me.
But I don't get out of the water.
I don't even get another ten seconds before unconscious arrives, and I know that there will be no way out for me.
A/N: Sorry if this one's a little short... :/ I hope that you all enjoyed it anyway, as I focused more on the overall action of the bloodbath than on the specific character this time, so I hope it was something different and interesting to read :) If you did enjoy it, please review! I'll accept constructive criticism :)
P.S. A few people have been asking about my other story 'Mentor' lately, and I'm going to say here that I'm hoping to return to it at some point soon. Whether soon is this week or in the next couple of months, I don't know. The plot is very complicated and chapters are challenging to write to hold up the intricate plot, so it's difficult to do a good job with writing it when I'm multi-tasking between 'Mentor' and this story, but I will set aside a day or two to get a couple of chapters written in the next month or so. I know it's not ideal for those of you who are following the story, but I'm sure that anyone who has written two stories at once will know the challenge of clashing priorities, and for the moment, my focus is here with '75 Games, 75 Victors, 75 Oneshots'.
Hopefully, you can all understand my situation.
GM97 :)
