Beyond The Pale

by Sleepstar of Shadowclan

"Future Generations will name them Tributes 69-92, but I'll never forget them" Long before The Hunger Games became the spectacle in Katniss' era, 17-year-old farmhand Horsa Georges would expect to live out his life on the family ranch. But when he is Reaped to represent District 10 in the 4th Hunger Games, he isn't sure of his chances. Can he return home or will he end up in a box?

18. The Final Night

Beyond The Pale Chapter 18

Author's Note: I do not own The Hunger Games

Horsa Georges, 17. Male Tribute of District 10 in the Fourth Hunger Games, July 22nd A:D:D 4

I stared in shock as I looked down at the corpse of the District 1 male. I can't believe it. I killed a Tribute. I took another life. Next to me Harold looked down at the body of Oliver, his grey eyes filled with regret. "This isn't right at all. You know what Horsa? Whoever came up with this stupid idea has got a lot of hell to deal with. Damn those people who thought pitting twenty-four kids in an Arena and make them fight to the death was a good idea. Damn them all." he hissed, voice tinged with fury. The Games are cruel. His fury now abating, Harold then knelt down towards Oliver's corpse and muttered "I'm sorry Oliver." Picking up Jack's corpse, I made my way to the morgue. Behind me, Harold was carrying the body of Oliver. Placing the corpses on the ground, I was reminded of how many Tributes have died so far. Harold made his way to Claire's body. "Most of them were so young. Their lives over before they knew it, and all for the Capitol's own voyeuristic form of entertainment. Sitting around their televisions cheering as they watch their snuff entertainment, not caring that twenty three families will be mourning their sons and daughters, brothers and sisters. They don't see the person behind the Tribute. All they want is blood." Harold ranted in frustration as we left the morgue.

"I have a bad feeling about tomorrow" Flora whispered. The District 11 girl sat between us as the sky turned orange from the light of the setting sun. Probably the last sunset four of us will witness. I saw that Harold was looking at his locket. "Lachie, I hope you'll look out for Faith. I know I'll die. Lachie, don't forget me. Faith, I love you" he muttered before putting the locket to his lips and kissing it, before tucking the item under his shirt. Maybe Harold is right. The Capitol doesn't care about the twenty-three families that will be mourning their kids in the coming days. "If it comes down to us three, we'll dissolve the Alliance." Harold told us as the three of us watched the sunset. By tomorrow, four of us will be in the Morgue. Only one can survive. I feel guilty I had to kill Jack. If only The Capitol didn't treat the Districts cruelly then none of us wouldn't be in this situation. Ursula and Amethyst, even if they are cruel, they don't deserve this. The kids in the Morgue didn't deserve to die. "Horsa?" Flora asked. "Would you like to keep watch?" I agreed, as Flora and Harold slept.

As dawn broke, I saw Flora getting up, followed by Harold. "Remember what we said. If it's down to us three, we'll go our own ways and let things play out." Harold told us. They want the finale to be at midday. We got a few hours left to look for Amethyst and Ursula. The final hours of the Fourth Hunger Games has well and truly begun.

So here we are, the final day of the Fourth Hunger Games, and for four of the Tributes, their last few hours of life.