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?

11. The Morgue

Beyond The Pale Chapter 11

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

Ginger Carmichael, 16. Female Tribute of District 9 in the Fourth Hunger Games. July 19th A.D.D 4

The past two days was relatively quiet. Since the Melee at the Weapons Pile on the first day, just fifteen Tributes were left alive; the pair from District 1, the pair from District 2, the boy from District 4, the girl from District 5, the boy from District 6, the boy from District 7, the pair from District 10, the pair from District 11 and the boy from District 12, plus Wheat, my District Partner, and I. Opening my eyes, I had just slowly waking up when a loud scream pierced the air. Beside me, Wheat jolted awake. "Okay, who just screamed?" he asked, cross that the scream woke him up, amber eyes flaring in anger. Before I could reply, I heard gloating coming from the pair from District 1. "That's one down, fourteen to go. That boy from 6 didn't even see us coming." Jack bragged as Amethyst chortled.

"There's still that Alliance though, but to separate them would require a plan. Ursula and Oliver should help us with them. But killing that boy from 12 is going to be difficult" The blonde-haired girl suggested to her District Partner as I turned to Wheat.

"So you found out who the culprit was?" Wheat asked as I sat down beside him.

"I did, actually. The pair from 1 was the ones that woke you up" I answered. Wheat pondered for a bit before getting up from the bleachers. "I thought it would be them. They must have killed someone" he replied as the two of us walked for a bit. On the ground lay a blond-haired body, a stab wound to the gut and his neck slashed. His eyes were closed, implying he was killed as he slept. "Wheat, that's Gordon" I muttered, recognizing the District 6 boy in the Stables. "Maybe we should carry his body to the side" Wheat suggested, picking up the corpse of the dead boy to a small room in the Arena. As the both of us entered the small room we saw the corpses of the dead; a small girl from District 3, a spear in the gut. Beside her lay an ashen-skinned corpse, the girl's District Partner. A girl from District 4 lay, an arrow to the neck. A boy from District 5 lay with a spear through the neck. A red-haired girl lay nearby. Beyond her lay the girl from District 7. The pair from District 8 lay in another part of the room, and at the end of the room lay the corpse of the girl from District 12. Placing Gordon's body beside that of his District Partner, I thought about the families of the deceased. Gordon was an uncle, and Deborah had family, I remembered the conversation between the Tributes in the Stables. I thought of my own cousin, Nobby, who is just a child. Would he be going through this one day? At least the corpses of the dead are in this cold room, unlike what happened last year when the bodies of Summer Pearson and Jussi Branson were returned; both our Tributes last year were mutilated beyond recognition and the report on their causes of death stated it was Post-Mortem, with the other Tributes continuing to inflict wounds on the dead long after death. Riko, Emily and Claire will never make it to old age.

Leaving the room, Wheat and I had came across a strawberry-blonde haired corpse with a slit throat, her green eyes staring at nothing. Sophie! I remembered, realising Wheat and I hadn't interacted with her much in the Stables. Sixteen years old, and already gone. Wheat had the same thought as I did. Moving Sophie's body to the small morgue, we carefully placed her beside Set. Four Districts gone already. Going out of the morgue, we had just returned to the bleachers when we heard the woosh of an arrow and a loud, audible gasp. On the edge, a girl holding a bow and some arrows in her quiver smirked as she walked away. "Ginger, that was James" Wheat whispered.

"James?" I asked

"District 4" Wheat replied

"That's District 4 gone" I muttered. To be honest, I didn't remember seeing much of James in the Stables as he kept himself to himself. As the day progressed we took turns sleeping and keeping watch.

"Ginger, time to get up" I heard Wheat whisper on the fifth day in the City Arena. Walking around the perimeter of the Arena, Wheat noticed a sturdy boy with shoulder length dark hair standing on the bench, staring towards us. Holding our hands high, he saw we were unarmed and allowed us to pass by peacefully, asking Wheat about who else have died.

"Gordon, Sophie and James" Wheat had replied as we left the boy behind.

But apart from our encounter with the District 12 boy, the rest of the day was uneventful. James' body had been moved, possibly by the Alliance, and as we settled down for the night I reminded myself on who was left. "District 1 male, District 1 female, District 2 male, District 2 female, District 7 male, Wheat, District 10 male, District 10 female, District 11 male, District 11 female, District 12 male". Just half the Tributes left.

Getting up on the sixth day in the Arena, Wheat and I decided to go for a walk in order to find the District 7 male. In front of us was a Tribute and as we approached we found ourselves surrounded by three other Tributes, armed with swords, knives, spears and arrows. "Wheat, we're being ambushed!" I shouted in fear.

We should have agreed to be part of the District 12 boy's Alliance

So yeah, we have a chapter from Ginger's POV. There's a little hint towards Chapter 18 of 75 Years.