The 25th hunger games

by Redlive122

See into the eyes of four characters as they compete in the most deadly event of the year, the hunger games. In a story of tragedy, death, and suspense as the four characters compete to win the hunger games, but only one may emerge victorious!

22. Chapter 21 Mother

Chapter 21

Starkas

"She was here all along?" Starkas said, mad, sad, nervous, excited, all at the same time.

"Well, you could say that." The old man said, grinning. Starkas couldn't believe it. 'My mother was here, all this time, we thought she was dead!' He thought. Starkas was waiting for this moment, ever since the old man told him he could see his mother later If he keeps coming back. At first, Starkas thought he was going to show him his mother's dead corpse. Or maybe a trap, but Starkas didn't care, if there was a chance his mother is alive, he has to try.

They went through a secret trap door under the old reeking bed in the secret room. The old man pushed the wall and it spun right through. They took a right, went through a tunnel, into some deep abandoned sewer, then again through a spinning door hidden with the walls. The old man stopped, looked at Starkas and said "She might not know who you are, she is not the woman you knew once."

"I don't care, as long as it's her!" Starkas wanted her, in his life, he always knew he was missing something, a hole in his heart.

"We're here," the old man said. 'Finally, my mother!' Starkas thought, excited, nervous. They were in a dead end, but Starkas knew there is a secret door, just like all the others he had passed through. The old man took out a key, punched a brick, then he put the key sideways to the wall. The key should fall, but it didn't. A sound started emerging from the stones, walls and floor began to move.

A stairway opened and led up to a room so bright it blinded him for a few seconds. After adjusting to the bright light, he took a look around; It was a room big and round, the ceiling so high it can barely be seen. The walls were divided into six, each with a picture drawn on it, a woman blowing at a flower, an angel flying to the sun, men kneeling to a king, two armies marching into battle, a hooded man with a knife in hand, and a feast so big it looked like a hundred people on the same table. Those were the paintings, drawn so beautiful. In the middle, Emma was in the middle, sleeping.