Chapter 15
Rimson
The 8th day was passing with silence as the 8 tributes were camping out the game. Rimson was in the same place, his ice tree in the north, with his Star. He was sleeping when he heard horns blow, strong, it blew once, Rimson woke up. AHROOOOOOO the horn blew again, Rimson was fully awake, and Star beside him. He had his double sided axe with him, Rimson climbed the ice tree to see what the horns were about. 'They're planning to finish out the game now.' Rimson thought. At the end of each game they send out a game finisher to finish the games if it lasts too long, Acid fog around the arena, dead tributes rising, fire around the arena, anything you can think of.
He was on top of the tree, there was nothing to be seen, everything is normal. He then sat on a log with Star beside him. The ground suddenly started rumbling, shaking, the trees ahead were being crushed by the center, he was moving, fast. The ground was moving, he was worried he'd fall but he clutched to the tree, arms around it and held on. He felt everything moving, the center was being crushed by the sides, north, south, east, west, the ice falling on the desert, the trees crushed by mountains, he thought something was wrong, it wasn't right, how could game makers have so much technology as to move mountains and deserts? Forests and ice lands?
Rimson fell from the tree, with Star, they fell. The whole regions were flipping, they're tilting, they're mixing into each other! Rimson was sliding down with rocks down the ice field, it was tilted towards the crushed center. 'This is where I die? I've come this far, I don't want to die here!' He thought, trying to cling on to something to stop falling, but he couldn't, he just had to fall, and fall, and fall.
There was a black circle in the crushed center, it looked alive, something out of this world. Rimson fell towards it, star on his back. It was dark, he saw the tributes coming in there with him, they were all terrified, being sucked in like drink in a straw. Rimson saw the mountains, the trees, the ice, the sand, all going into the black hole, nothing being left. Rimson was in, he smelled everything, life, water, dirt, mountains, rain, sand, ice, cold, heat, they are all in there, and so was Rimson, screaming, scared of the terror inside.
