Quick overview: 2 Years after the rescue of Harvey Free, sharlets brother, The capitol bombarded the rebels hideout and abducted Some of the rebels. They abducted Sharlet Free, Katara wong (Sabrina wongs brother) from D12,Waverly Mare, and a few other rebels. The Main rebels were forced to play in another hunger games while the other rebels were tortured to death, but didnt reveal anything. The rebels were powerless to help or rescue them so all they could do was watch. the only thing they maneged to do was to contact one of their spys in the capitol to pass them self off as the district 4 stylist. Jess Nerid ,the spy, was 34 years old and had been undercover in the capitol for 6 years, as a master ID maker which allowed her to enter alot of buildings with no alarm. The capitol audience was not aware that the rebels were rebels and were just passed of as normal tributes. Sharlet and waverly decided to stay under cover as if they did anything rash they would just get themselves killed.
District: Name: Appearance: Weapon:District 1 (Luxury) Male: Bree Coolin, 16 5'10 (Golden hair, golden eyes, skinny) AxeDistrict 1 (Luxury) Female: Eve Ridge, 16 5'4 (Wavy, light brown hair; brown eyes) Bow/SwordDistrict 2 (Masonry) Male: John Trike, 15 5'7 (Blond hair, green eyes) Bow/Throwing KnivesDistrict 2 (Masonry) Female: Saffra Gallaway, 16 5'6 (Long, dark brown hair, blue eyes, porcelain skin) Bow/Throwing KnivesDistrict 3 (Technology) Male: Mortimer Folo, 16 5'7 (Brown hair, blue eyes) Spear/TechnologyDistrict 3 (Technology) Female: Natalie Gray, 16 5'6 (Skinny, long black hair, black eyes) Knife/Dagger/TechnologyDistrict 4 (Fishing) Male: Waverly Mare, 17 6'0 (Tan, short auburn hair, blue-green eyes) Blades/AxesDistrict 4 (Fishing) Female: Sharlet Free, 12 4'6 (Shaggy, shoulder-lenght brown hair, lime green eyes) Blades/SpearDistrict 5 (Power) Male: Hudson Griffin, 18 6'1 (Shaggy golden hair, dark brown eyes) SpearDistrict 5 (Power) Female: Morgana Reed, 17 5'9 (Tan skin, long brown hair, teal eyes) Blades/Throwing KnivesDistrict 6 (Transportation) Male: Ryan Hanwell, 18 6'0 (Brown hair, dark blue eyes, big build, cocky looking) SpearDistrict 6 (Transportation) Female: Vixen "Vix" Corres, 14 5'7 (Wavy red hair, light green eyes) BowDistrict 7 (Lumber) Male: Rory Slank, 15 5'11 (Dark hair, blue eyes) Throwing AxeDistrict 7 (Lumber) Female: Rahela Truse, 18 5'10 (Long black hair, pale skin, dark blue eyes) Blades/AxesDistrict 8 (Textiles) Male: Brian Poll, 14 6'1 (Light brown hair, grey eyes) BladesDistrict 8 (Textiles) Female: Pearl Longhart, 16 5'8 (Pale skin, thin, long light brown hair, green eyes) Throwing KnivesDistrict 9 (Grain) Male: Christian Lorne, 16 5'11 (Blond hair, muscular) Blades/Spear/AxeDistrict 9 (Grain) Female: Aurora Wilde, 12 5'0 (Pale, long dark hair, teal eyes) BlowgunDistrict 10 (Livestock) Male: Damian Culler, 14 5'5 (Short brown hair, golden eyes) BladesDistrict 10 (Livestock) Female: Riker Franko, 17 5'9 (Medium build, dark silver hair, dark green eyes, small nose) Bow/DaggerDistrict 11 (Agriculture) Male: Harrison Rune, 14 6'2 (Swooping brown hair, ashen skin, dull brown eyes) SpearDistrict 11 (Agriculture) Female: Skylar Banerz, 17 5'8 (Brown hair, bright silver eyes, big smile, sexy) Knives/DaggersDistrict 12 (Mining/Coal) Male: Hamo Crash, 17 6'4 (Dark skin, black hair, muscular) BladesDistrict 12 (Mining/Coal) Female: Katara Wong, 18 5'10 (Short black hair, brown eyes) Sword
District 4 Interviews: Waverly Mare, 17- Caesar: "Now we have the District 4 tributes. Give a big welcome to Waverly Mare!" Waverly: "Hey!" Casear: "Hello Waverly! So, I have to say you are looking quite dapper tonight!" Waverly: "Thank you!" Caesar: "So, I have to ask, becuase you appear to be quiet attractive. Is there a special girl at home?" Waverly: "Well, not really." Caesar: "What about a special boy?" Waverly: Blushing profusely, he mumbles, "M-maybe," under his breath. Caesar: "Well, thats very interesting, a shocking upset we have here! But, unfortunately, that is all of the time we have left. Thank you for the interesting interview, Waverly." Waverly: Still blushing, unusual to his closed personality, he mumbles and walks off of the stage. Sharlet Free, 12- Caesar: "Let's welcome Sharlet Free of District 4!" Sharlet: "Hello Caesar, and just so you know, I saw that about Waverly the minuet I laid eyes on him!" Caesar: "Haha, well I had an inkling as well! So, for some reason, the name Free rings a bell." Sharlet: "Yes, my brother was the winner of a previous Hunger Games! Luckily for me, he gave me some special training!" Caesar: "Lucky is right! So, are you going to adopt the typical career strategy as well, despite your very young age?" Sharlet: "No, I'm actually not allying with the careers! They were furious, but they agreed to let Morgana from 5 and Ryan from 6 to join, so I suppose it's not really a big deal." Caesar: "Wow, two shocking upsets in one night! Well, thank you for the great interview, but this is all the time we have!" Sharlet: "No problem." Katara Wong, 17- Caesar: "And our last interviewee for the 56th Hunger Games, Katara Wong!" Katara: "Hey," Katara says in a depressed tone. Caesar: "So, the name Wong sounds familiar. Why is that?" Katara: "Well my sister, Sabrina, and my cousin, Jason, died in last years games. I volunteered for them." Caesar: 'Ahh, Sabrina, the one who gave her life for her ally Ayleta in the final 2?" Katara: "That's her." Caesar: "Well, thank you for a lovely finale interview!" Katara: "My pleasure." Sharlet Score: 8/12 Odds 7-1Waverly score: 11/12 Odds 4-1
Katara score 8/12 Odds 7-1
Day 1: (I Already Have Blood on My Clothes- Bree Coolin) Natalie Gray, D3, 16- Stepping into the tube, I hear the whirs and various sounds of machinery at work. I close my eyes and sigh, the familiar sounds reminding me of back home. Upon hearing the click of the machines stopping, the gasps of other tributes cause me to slowly open my eyes. My eyes go wide, and I gasp in shock along with everyone else. The arena is like nothing I have ever seen in my entire life. There's no vegetation in sight; in fact, the only colours I can make out are grays and blacks. There are dilapidated buildings, bigger than ones in the Capitol, everywhere. The roads are sidewalks are crumbled and decaying. It's a destroyed city arena; vaguely modeled after the Capitol, I note. I glance up at the sky; no sunlight, no fluffy white clouds or familiar blue colouring. Again, gray and black as far as the eye can see. Thunder is rumbling and rain is drizzling, and it almost appears as if the sun hasn't shone here in quite sometime. Sighing in mild relief, I look down at my shoes. 'Fighting isn't exactly my strong suit," I mentally note, "but I stand much better chance in a city that is sure to have some great hiding spots and electronics that I can tinker with than, let's say, a forest or a desert.' But, then the gong sounds. Sharlet Free, D4, 12- The girl from 3 raises her head, and glances over to me. Shuddering at the sight of her pure black eyes boring into me, I turn away and hop off the platform. I know I'm not going to side with the careers, but I need to get supplies or else I don't stand a chance. Running without looking down, I hold out my hand. As soon as I feel the course fabric of a pack graze under my hand, I clamp it closed and take ahold of the pack. Stopping only momentarily to unclip the machete on the side, I take off again towards a cluster of very tall buildings. Pain shoots through my back, and I can feel warm liquid trickling down and dampening the fabric of my shirt. Turning around, I am met with the full force of a boy slamming his body into mine. "Sorry, girl, but you have to die," says the boy, in heavy, straggling breaths. You know, I never thought this is how it would go. I never thought me, of all people, and especially from a career district, would be the first to die. But, I suppose that's how it's going to happen. Or, maybe not. Waverly crashes his axe into the boys arm, and he gives a scream of agony as it disconnects with his shoulder and falls heavily onto ground. The boy, who've I've now identified as Harrison from 11, turns around in shock. I grab my pack and scoot away from the fight, not wanting to get injured further. I can see the pity in Waverly's eyes as he plunges is sword into the boys abdomen, only pulling out after the boy coughs up clumps of blood and his head falls limply to the side. "Here," he says quickly, grabbing my and letting me ride piggy back, "you're not that big, so lets team up, okay? I really don't want to join the careers, and I need to talk to you about something that you realized about me." Instantly knowing what he's talking about, I whisper a quiet "Okay, thanks for saving me by the way," before we take off to find shelter in the city. Bree Coolin, D1, 16- My axe sinks into the face of the boy from 8. "Shit," I grumble, "I already have blood on my clothes." Huffing in annoyance, I straighten up and grab my axe from the boys face. Narrowing my eyes, I scan the dull landscape in front of the Cornucopia for tributes to kill. I hear the screams of two girls fighting over a pack. I cross my hands and a smirk grows on my lips. I watch the two girls; the tall, pale one from 7 and the silver haired one from 11 as they claw at eachothers faces. "I h-have to d-do this for Roxi," one gasps out in heavy breaths as she swings her dagger at the face of the other. "And," the other grunts, swinging her blade wildly, "I don't care." I watch them wrestle for a couple of seconds before one gives the loudest shriek I have ever heard in my life. The one from 7 gets up slowly, wipes the blood off of her blade and, with a grin, takes both packs and makes her way into the city. From my spot in the Cornucopia, I can clearly see the other girl lying motionless on the ground, breath labored and troubled. She dies before I get to her body; her leg is completely separated from her hip, and a huge pool of blood stains her pants crimson red. I stare in awe for a few seconds before I continue on my way. Aurora Wilde, D9, 12- Someone grabs my hair, and my neck snaps back and my pack thuds as it hits the ground. Going with my instincts, I take the knife in my hand and jab it backwards, sinking into the boys thigh. "You little girl," he roars, "I already smashed in that slutty careers skull with my fists, do you think you really stand a chance?" I recognize his voice as Hamo, that tall kid from 11. He doesn't sound anything like I remember him; he was sweet and charming. But, I guess the threat of death can change anyone into a killer. I continue with one hand to push my knife into his flesh, and with the other I struggles against his large arms to keep them from snapping my neck. Suddenly, he goes limp, his blood splattering onto my face. His body crashes to the ground, and I stumble to my kneew as well, trying to regain my breath. "Hey little girl," another female yells, "I killed him, want to ally?" A shake my head in agreement, too choked up to speak. She makes her way over to me, and heaves me up by the hand. "I'm Riker, nice to meet you!" she says cheerily. She thrusts my dropped pack into my hands, and I look up at her in amusement. "Let's go, slowpoke!" she yells. Thinking she's way to happy for her own good, I follow slowly behind her. Pearl Longhart, D8, 16- I run with Katara's hand in mine and Hudson's loosley gripping the strap of my pack. "Hey guys," I mumble as their heads rotate to look at mine, "look over a the D3 kids." I motion my head towards two figures, one on top of the other, as they roll around on the ground. "Let's forget about them," I grumble as we pass pass another dead body, a girl with fire-red hair and a blood covered spear jutting from her chest, "one of them will kill the other." Nodding in agreement, we duck into a decrepit building just as we hear the cannons signaling the end of the bloodbath. "Seven cannons," Hudson says as he unloads his pack and lets it slip to the ground, "I only saw six dead." "That means one of the kids from 3 must have died," Katara mumbles back as she runs her hands through her short hair, straightening it. "I guess we'll know tonight, won't we?" I interject. "No sense mulling over it now, we need to see what we've got in our packs." "Plus, we need to come up with a plan as to what we're gonna do in this damned arena," Hudson quips back. Katara and I grunt in agreement. "Yeah, yeah Hudson. Let's just get some rest for now, alright? We're all tired, we ran a long way," Katara says, yawning slightly. "Yeah," I whisper as I close my eyes. "We should rest." John Trike, D2, 15- "I can't believe we already lost a career!" I shout as the last face, the boy from District 3, flashes across the sky. "Calm down, John, she was an annyoing slut anyways," Morgana huffs back. Everyone grunts in agreement, and I lay my back against the metal of the Cornucopia. 'Maybe it was better that we lose her,' my mind grumbles. Maybe it was. . . Or maybe our group is weaker than we think. DAY 1 TRIBUTE STATISTICS: The Career Alliance (Bree, Eve, John, Ryan & Morgana) are resting at the Cornucopia in the middle of the arena. They have many supplies, but some are wondering how the other tributes manage to kill one of their own this early in the games. Natalie made her way south of the Cornucopia. She is camping on the tenth story of a large builing she found. The room she is hiding in is a dull one with large glass windows facing the north, giving a view of the arena. There is food scattered and water scattered about the building. She obtained a pack from the Cornucopia which contained a dagger, three loaves of bread, some dried fish, two full water canteens, some rope, some cut medicine, some bandages and some plyers. Waverly is tending to the wounds on Sharlet's back. They are camping far away from the Cornucopia in what appears to be a small, dilapidated, two story residential building. Waverly grabbed an axe from the Cornucopia, but no pack. Sharlet grabbed a pack which contained a machete, five loaves of bread, two packs of dried fruit, two water canteens and some bandages. Rory is by himself, camping near the edge of a small, murky, man-made lake. He obtained a small pack from the Cornucopa which had tow small throwing axes, an unfilled water canteen and one bread loaf. Damian is severly injured from a gash across his chest caused by Eve. He collapsed on the third floor of a building near the center of the arena. He has no supplies or allies. Rahela is camping on the first floor of a large, multi-floor building close to the arena. She has some cuts and bruises from the fight with Skylar. She obtained two packs from the arena, and in her possesion she has; a sword, two filled water canteents, one unfilled canteen, some uncooked meat, some dried fuit, two lengths of rope, bandages, some burn medicine and a small dagger. Hudson, Pearl and Katara are camping in the lobby of a small building. They are allied. All three obtained packs from the Cornucopia. Hudson is armed with a spear, and his pack contained a pack of bandages, two empty canteens and some arrows. Pearl grabbed a jacket fillled with twently throwing knives from the Cornucopia. Her pack contained six loaves of bread and three packs of dried fruit. Katara grabbed a small machete and a pack filled with three full water canteens and some bandages. Aurora managed to convince her district partner Christian to join her alliance with Riker. Only Aurora managed to grab a pack, but luckily it contained food, water and some bandages. All of them, however, di manage to grab some weapons. Riker is armed with a bow and twenty arrows, Aurora has a small knife and Christian grabbed an axe. Riker and Christian are uninjured, by Aurora's neck is very bruised from her fray with Hamo. Day 1 Deaths: (Both tributes from District 11 are now deceased) Harrison Rune, District 11, 14 Brian Poll, District 8, 14 Skylar Bannerz, District 11, 17 Saffra Gallaway, District 2, 16 Hamo Crash, District 12, 17 Vixen "Vix" Corres, District 6, 14 Mortimer Folo, District 3, 16 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Day 2: (Well, Hello Natalie- Eve Ridge) Natalie Gray, D3, 16- I walk down a dusty and deserted road in the center of the arena. Gusts of wind sweep billows of dust and trash across the landscape as I kick small pebbles out of my way, hearing the echoes travel across the city. "You know," I mutter to no-one but myself, "this is always what I imagined a post-apocalyptic world to look like." I walk for maybe another mile or so, the sun now high in the horizon, and as unforgiving as it always was. I veer off the the right of the road, letting myself sink to the ground infront of a large pillar, shaded by tattered overhangs of fabric. Sensing nothing other than thirst, I unclip my water canteen and I let the perpetually cool liquid slide down my throat. As soon as I let out a gasp signaling my refreshment, I notice something. Something very, very wrong. Tears start to form at the edges of my eyes, and my hand shoots up to my nose, clamping it tightly shut. "What in the hell is that horrid smell," I whisper again to myself, clambering quickly to my feet. My gaze turns to the building I'm resting against. It looks like any other three story building in this arena, but I notice that a putrid smell is emanating from its depths. I know it's a very stupid move to wander into a desolate building with rancid fumes coming out of it, but something propels me to do so. I take out the dagger that I grabbed from the Cornucopia, and in the other pocket, my hand fumbles around with the grenade that I recieved last night in a sponsor gift. I had to re-activate it, but granted I'm from the technology district, it wasn't too much of a challenge. I let out a slow breath, hands fumbling with the only two weapons I have. The fleshy palm of my hand presses against the door as it slowly creaks open, the sound traveling for miles. My boots scuff against the rubble on the ground as I slowly make my way towards the source of the odor. I pad up one flight of stairs, then another before I finally settle infront of a door on the third floor. Slowly grabbing the handle, I swing the door open to reveal a dusty and unlighted room. And also, the fastly decaying body of the District 10 boy. Wondering why the hell they haven't picked up his corpse yet, I slowly make my way towards his body. "Well, hello Natalie," a muffled voice says. I whip my head around to see two of the careers brandishing their weapons and gas masks adorning their faces. Eve Ridge, D1, 16- Ryan and I emerge from the shadows of the room, me brandishing my sword, the very one I used to injure then finish off the silly District 10 boy, and Ryan, his spear. "What is going on," Natalie's quivering voice calls out. Her knife glints in the soft sunlight filtering through the boarded up windows. "Well, we followed the boys blood trail to here, and we figured we'd finish him off," Ryan states, chuckling. "Yeah, and we also figured some dimwit would smell his rotting flesh, and come to figure out what it was," I say. "And, it looks like that dimwit was you." Ryan gives one last chuckled before he throws his spear. Glass and wood shatter, sending shards and splinters in every direction. "Damnit, I missed," Ryan growls, lunging at the girl. His head crashes into the wall as the girl quickly twirls out of the way. I stand in the corner to stunned to move, watching awkwardly as the girl pushes her knife into Ryans palm. The smell of iron floods my nose as begin to rush forward, my sword feeling heavier than usual in my hands. I shut my eyes tightly and I bring my sword down with might. Feeling my sword cut into the flesh and bone of somebody, and hearing the boom of their cannon, I open my eyes. But, only to see my sword covered in the blood of Ryan. Natalie pulls back on Ryans body, letting in slump against the groud. My sword clambers to the cracked floor, and I look up in defeat. "No," Natalie says, inching her way towards the gap in the window, fumbling lightly with something in her pocket, "it looks like the dimwits were you." The girl lets something fly out of her hand, and as it quickly rolls in my direction, she leaps out of the window. Slowly tilting my head downwards to the object now resting against my boots, I mutter one word. "Fuc*." Bree Coolin, D1, 16- Me and two other careers sight in a tight circle surrounding our fire. "Look," I say quietly, my voice cracking with worry, "I'm telling you, those two cannons and that explosion earlier. . . those were Ryan and Eve's cannons, I just know it. Why else wouldn't they be back yet?" "Chill out, man," Morgana says, rolling her shoulders, "there's no way it could have been them, I m-" "Shut up, Morgana," I say, ignoring the growl of annoyance ushered from Morgana's lips, "the anthem is starting." A hushed silence falls over the three of us as the faces we didn't want to see flash across the night. "Damn. . ." Morgana whispers as John slowly shakes his head. "Damn. . ." DAY 2 TRIBUTE STATISTICS: The remaining careers (Bree, John and Morgana) are still at the Cornucopia, and are doing fine with food and supplies. However, doubt is starting to fester in their minds as they are wondering how their alliance is dying off so quickly. Natalie is unconscious from her three story fall. However, it appears that she isn't lying in the road; rather, her body is being carried away by two strange forms. . . Waverly is still tending to Sharlet's back, however it appears that it is doing better. Rory and Rahela have staunchly agreed to become allies, and are now wandering around the city for a better hiding area. The alliances of Hudson, Pearl, and Katara & Aurora, Christian and Riker are doing fine, and are staying put in their hiding spots. Day 2 Deaths: (Both tributes from District 6 are now deceased) Damian, District 10, 14 Ryan Hanwell, District 6, 18 Eve Ridge, District 1, 16 Day 3: (Yeah, You Were Too Focused on Not Dying- Aurora Wilde) Waverly Mare, D4, 17- "I still don't understand why you decided to save that District 3 girl," Sharlet calls over the crackle of our midday fire as she itches at the bandages covering her back, "I mean, we could have just killed her then and there. She was unconscious, so it would have been painless." "I didn't feel right about it," I mumble back, my face still covered in worry as I glance over at the sleeping form of Natalie, "Plus, we could use another member in our alliance. This is the first games that I've heard of where there are no solo tributes; everyone here is in an alliance. We needed Natalie to not be a weak alliance, and she needed us to have one at all." I brush off the skeptical glance Sharlet throws my way, and I continue on with "Anyways, let's not talk about her right now, she's fine. I still want to know how you knew about. . . about me an all." "About you being gay," she sighs as she throws a tired look my way, "we're really going to talk about this again, Waverly?" "Yes! Obviously it was evident after the interview with Caesar, but how'd you know at our reapings? And you know," I rub the back of my neck sheepishly, "I'm really worried about what will happen if I get home. Will my dad hate me? I mean, I've never told anyone except the guys I've dated." "Obviously", Sharlet says sarcastically. After giving her a dejected and hurt facade, she huffs and crosses her arms. "Look," she says, scooting closer towards my withered form, "if you, or I, or hell, both of us make it out of here, everything is going to be fine, alright? If your dad hates you or something, you're welcome to stay with me, okay?" Rubbing her eyes softly, she groans and looks back up at me. "I know the Hunger Games is a shitty fuc**** time to make a friend or come out to the world, but I'm not going to abandon or betray you in here, and I certainly wouldn't outside of here." "Plus," she whispers softly as she lays her small head on my shoulders, "that Justin escort kid you like so much. . . he'd be lucky to have you." Suddenly, loud rustles ring out behind us. Grabbing my axe, I jump to my feet and twirl around, ready to kill any intruders. Only, I'm not met with a hostile face; no, I'm met with the face of Natalie. "You're gay?" She cocks her head slightly to the side, staring at me and Sharlet with intruige in her eyes. "You're awake," Sharlet mumbles back. Riker Franko, D10, 17- "So," a muffled female voice rings out in the muggy nighttime air, "we finally found you. Do you know how much of a stupid idea it is to light a fire at night?" I scramble quickly to my feet, fumbling in the dark for my bow. Crouching behind an upturned cement slab, I quietly remove an arrow from my quiver, and I have it ready to fire. "Shit, they put out the fucking fire," the female voice calls out again, "Bree, find and kill Christian. John, you get Aurora. I'll get the silver-haired bitc*." I step out from behind my hiding spot, letting an arrow fly in the direction of her voice. After a muffled groan of pain sounds, our campground turns into pure pandamonium. I hear the screams of anger from Morgana, the scuffles of shouts and pain coming from the other four as they spar with one an other, desperatley trying to not die. And I just sit behind my cement slab, shaking like a baby. "Peekaboo, I see you," the voice calls again. The crack of cement startles me more than being found by Morgana, and I whip my arm around, letting an arrow fly into the darkness. The glint of the moonlight hitting the shiny metal surface of the knife hints me to it's presence, and I tild my neck just as it whizzes by. I don't have time to regain my composure as a force slams into my body. My bow clambers out of my reach and sight, and I can feel as the wind is literally knocked out of my lungs. "I'm going to kill you," Morgana says windedly, trying desperatley to stab my face. Struggling to evade her blows, I worm my hands under my back. I whimper as I try to hold her off with my one free hand, her knife getting dangerously close to my neck. "Stay still," she grunts again, "and let me kill you." "N-no," I huff out, swinging my arm out from behind me back. Clamping my eyes and mouth shut to shelter my face from the impending spray of blood, I swing my arm out from behind my back. BOOM. A cannon sounds, and the girl above me goes limp. I huff softly and push her form off me, her right eye gushing blood over my clothes and the dust covered ground. I barely get to me feet before I feel small arms wrap around my chest. "Get up, Riker, we have to go," Aurora calls out frantically, "now, before Bree finds us." Gawking slightly at her disgruntled form, I whisper softly, "John?" "Killed him," she calmy states, tugging further on my arm, "now let's go." "Christian, we can't leave with-" "He's done Riker," Aurora interjects my statement, tears now streaming down her face, "his cannon sounded minuets ago, along with John's." "But, I didn't hear them. . ." "Yeah, you were too focused on not dying," Aurora screams at me, angered, "now let's go before Bree finds us. NOW!" I let her tug on my arm, and I look back at our camp. The place were my friend and two enemies died; the place where I was lucky enough not to die in. . . Rahlea Truse, D7, 18- "Damn," I scream as I leap over rubble, swinging my head back to look back at the three members of the alliance chasing me through the deserted streets, "damn, they ambushed us. FUC*, how did he manage to kill Rory?" I don't have time to think anymore, however, as I fall. And then, I don't remember anything. DAY 3 TRIBUTE STATISTICS: CONGRATULATIONS TO THE TOP 10: Bree(D1), Natalie (D3), Waverly (D4), Sharlet (D4), Hudson (D5), Rahela (D7), Pearl (D8), Aurora (D9), Riker (D10) and Katara (D12). Waverly and Sharlet are doing just fine at their camp, and are surprised at the quick awakening of Natalie. Riker and Aurora are running through the streets at night after the careers ambushed them at their camp. They are both devestated at the loss of Christian and their supplies. The duo now only has a dagger, one canteen of full water, a loaf of bread and 16 arrows betweem them. Bree, the lone remaining career, is chasing Riker and Aurora through the streets. Rahela is also fleeing from the trio of Katara, Hudson and Pearl after they ambushed her and Rory. They managed to kill Rory, and now Rahlea is unconscious somewhere after falling. . . into something. Katara, Hudson and Pearl are now camping in a new building after losing track of Rahela. Day 3 Deaths: (Both tributes from District 2 are now deceased) John Trike, District 2, 15 Morgana Reed, District 5, 17 Christian Lorne, District 9, 16 Rory Slank, District 7, 14 Day 4: (Damnit, I Lost Riker- Aurora Wilde) Natalie Gray, D3, 16- I stretch my undersued muscles, shifting slightly in my sleeping bag. Bringing my tatterd hand up to my silky black hair, I slowly pull it through my locks before settling it on my chin. "So, Waverly," I begin, "when did you know you were gay?" "Ohh," he says, sighning, "a long, long time ago. When I was maybe eight or nine. I just never told anyone. I didn't want my dad thinking I was weak or prissy, you know?" "Yeah, I guess. . ." I hum softly, before stating, "but you know, I'm okay with it. I'm sure everybody will respect you just as much as they did before." "We-" he tries to protest. "No. I wasn't done," he shoots me an angry look, but I ignore him. "Really, it's okay. And, if you get out of here, ask that escort boy out for me, okay?" Waverly's face becomes beet red, and I can hear the supressed chuckles of Sharlet. "And, this is for both of you," I whisper. Sharlet stops giggling and Waverly turns his attention towards me. "Thanks for saving me. We're in an alliance now, and I'll never betray either of you." I shuffle closer towards Waverly, and I wrap my arms around him. "Hey, hey, it's okay. You're welcome, by the way," Waverly consoles me as my grip tightens around his torso. I feel the smaller arms of Sharlet try to wrap around both of us, and we sit in a familial embrace for hours. But, only until a massive tremor startles us. Rahela Truse, D7, 18- Groaning as my eyes flutter open, a tilt my head side to side to crack the unmoved bones in my neck. "Where the fuc* am I," I grumble to myself as I bring my hand infront of my eyes to sheild them from bright beams of light. The last thing I remember is running from that fuc**** trio of bastards that killed Rory. Then. . . then I remember falling. Tilting my head upwards, I see a large, circular hole with bright sunlight streaming through. I hear the subtle sound of water trickling over objects, and my attention turns towards my surroundings. Suddenly, it dawns on me. I fell through a hole. . . Into the sewers of the arena. Suddenly, I'm knocked to my feet as the ground begins to shake as if the Gods are angry. The pavement under my body begins to crack. Tremors split open the earth as easily as one would rip open an orange. I scramble to my feet and begin high tailing it in the other direction. I skip over open cracks in the ground as a crevice begins to swallow this side of the arena. The wall opposite of me collapses and is swallowed up by the fissure. I can see now clearly see the size of the hole. It's maybe a mile or so long; I see whole buildings tumbling into the darkness. I see the figures of people tumbling down with the buildings, before barely hearing three cannons sound off over the rumbling sounds. I continue to sprint in the other direction, trying to outrun the cracks chasing me. Seeing metal bars in the distance, and I lunge for them. I wrap my hands around them just as the soil and concrete below my body falls into the gulley. The metal is supported by a chunk of remaining earth; I know I can't hoist myself up. I know my time is coming soon; either the earth holding the bars will collapse, or I'll lose my grip. "Shit," I mutter as tears begin to roll down my reddened cheeks, "goddamit I'm going to die." I feel my hands slipping; the cool metal dissapearing from underneath my skin. But, I'm calm now. I stop crying, stop blubbering. I don't want to die, but if I have to, I'll die with dignity dammnit. "I'm sorry, mom, dad. I'm sorry I couldn't make it back," I yell with calmness in my voice. "I'm so, so sorry." BOOM! Aurora Wilde, D9, 12- "RIKER," I scream over the sounds of the tremors, "RIKER, KEEP HOLD OF MY HAND, OKAY?" I barely hear her reply, but I feel her hands underneath mine, so I know we're still connected. I can barely make out the streets and the buldings through the thick clouds of dust billowing over the arena. Trying to keep my balance and holding onto Riker's hand, I bring the fabric of my shirt over my mouth to keep from inhaling the smoke and dust. Making out the frame of a door infront of me, I drag Riker behind me. Pushing with all of my might, the glass door groggily pushes open. I tumble to the ground, heaving to ctach my breath. But, something doesn't feel right. I slowly turn my head behind me, and I notice a distinc lack of something. "Damnit," I mumble. "I lost Riker." Riker Franko, D10, 17- After losing grip of Aurora's hand, I wandered around the city for what felt like hours. I couldn't really see or hear anything; in fact, I'm amazed I didn't walk off a cliff or impale myself accidentally. Finally my hands met with the cold and rugged stone of a large building, and I made my way inside. After an hour or so of exhausting climbing, I managed to reach the 100th or so, I lost track, floor of this damn building. Huddling around the fire I built with discarded wooden items I found in the building, I rub my hands and feet together in a vain attempt to get warm. Usually I wouldn't be stupid enough to build a fire at night, but I picked a room with no windows; even if I had, no one would be able to see the fire in the dust-strom caused by the earthquake. Hearing the athem playing, I make my way into a larger room next to mine. Through the dust, I can barely make out the faces of the boy from 5 and the girls from 7, 8 and 12. My breathing becomes lighter, and I'm relieved that Aurora is not among the recently departed. But, a loud, booming voice interupts my thoughts. "HELLO, SIX REMAINING TRIBUTES! TOMORROW, AT THE CORNUCOPIA, THERE WILL BE A FEAST." 'Great,' I think, 'maybe I can find Aurora there again." "EACH OF YOU NEEDS SOMETHING," the voice continues on, "SO, GOODNIGHT, AND MAY THE ODDS BE EVER IN YOUR FAVOR!" I stare at the plumes of dust and smoke swirling outside the window for a few more moments before I cat-like yawn escapes my throat. I make my way back into my disheveled room before settling into my sleeping bag. My thoughts drift to the upcoming feast, but they don't last long, as soon sleep takes over my exasperated body. DAY 4 TRIBUTE STATISTICS: CONGRATULATIONS TO THE TOP 6: Bree(D1), Natalie(D3), Waverly(D4), Sharlet(D4), Aurora(D9), and Riker(D10). Waverly, Sharlet and Natalie are waiting out the earthquake together, huddling in a tight bundle in their building. They all have plenty of supplies. Aurora has managed to make her way inside of a building, but in the process, she lost track of Riker. Aurora has a knife, a loaf of bread and one canteen of water. Riker, after wandering aimlessly through the city for hours, finally managed to set up camo on the 100th floor of a skyscraper. Riker only has some arrows, some bread and a canteen of water. Bree made his way back to the Cornucopia, and is huddling in it for safety. Bree has plenty of supplies. Day 4 Deaths: (Both tributes from Districts 5, 7, 8 and 12 are now deceased) Hudson Griffin, District 5, 18 Pearl Longhart, District 8, 16 Katara Wong, District 12, 18 Rahela Truse, District 7, 18 Day 5: (Whew. . . Final 6- Sharlet Free) Bree Coolin, D1, 16- Sitting in the shadows of the Corncuopia waiting for the feast to begin, I can't help but wonder what went wrong. Never before has the final 6 contained only one of the careers. How? How can I be the only one of us left? We're supposed to be the strongest, the deadliest in the games, the ones to be feared; not the weakest and dumbest. "Fuc**** dumbasses. . ." I mutter as I shake my head. I'm all alone; all by myself. No one in is arena likes me or wants to be my ally. No, everyone here wants me dead; they all hate my guts. And I'm alone. Now, don't get me wrong, I know I'm a powerhouse, but what if the other five team up to take me out? I can't possibly take all five of them. Suddenly, the clank of machines catches my attention. A glistening, sliver-clad table rises out of the dusty concrete. Sitting atop the table are six small duffelbags with the letters 1, 3, 4, 4, 9 and 10 stitched into their surfaces. "Damn those District 4 kids," I hiss through my teeth, "if it weren't for them we wouldn't have to have accepted those two faulty replacements. We could have been dominant." I have to grip my thigh and pinch it sharply to keep myself from roaring in anger. I don't have to supress it for long, however, because like a deer my ears perk up at the sound of pebbles skidding on the ground. I sink further back into the shadows to shield myself better. Aurora Wilde, D9, 12- I sit in a small pit filled with gravel just outside of the Corncopia. A large slab of concrete shields my body from anyone who might be near the Cornucopia. Shifting slightly, I peer my head around the block of concrete, straining to see inside the Cornucopia. Seeing no one in the vicinity, I take two or three deep breaths, and I pull my dull knife out of my pocket. I crawl up into a sitting position, then using the muscles in my legs, I jut myself into a standing position. I slowly walk towards the edge of the slab, then when I'm ready, I break into a full out sprint towards my bag. Just as I reach the table, and just as my hand grasps the canvas bag, Bree steps sprints out of the Cornucopia. "Shi*. . ." I groan. Spinning around, my legs carry me as fast as they can away from the table. My shoe hits a rock, and I tumble onto and skid along the ground. Groaning in pain, I limp back up, holding my skinned left arm limply to my chest. I don't get far before Bree butts the back of his axe against my back. Cumpling to the ground weakly, he spins me around. "You killed my alliance you little bitch," he hisses as I half-heartedly try to swing my knife at him with my severly damaged right arm. My eyes glisten with sorrow and anger, as I bitterly spit back, "Yeah, well maybe if the careers weren't a bunch of as****, everybody wouldn't want you guys dead. Just a little food for thought," I grumble as I turn my head towards the sky. Bree grunts in anger as he hold his axe to my chest. I try not to groan in pain as the serated blade sinks into my tired flesh, and my blood soaks my clothes in a warm bath of crimson colour and iron scent. "Aurora! Aurora, hold on, I'm coming!" My head perks up quickly as Bree swings his head in the direction of the sound. Sprinting towards us, with a now empty bag hanging over her shoulder and a shiny new hunting knife held tightly in her hand, is Riker. "I'll get you, you bastard," she screams as her full weight slams into Bree, "how dare you hurt my friend." Sreaming wildly, she swings and stabs her knife towards Bree. Bree pushes her off with two hands, and she lands with a thump on the ground, sending puffs of dust into the air. Bree leans in close to me and snickers, "I'll be back once I'm done with her." He grips the handle of his axe and rips it out of my chest. I lay my head on the uncomfortable ground and close my eyes. I'm tired of this game, I really just want it to be done and over. In my brief twelve years of existence, I've gone through many things others can't even imagine. Growing up in one of the poorest Districts in Panem, I've been without nothing my entire life. And now that I'm here, I have even less. "So, so tired," I whisper softly to myself. "I'm just so tired." I don't flinch at the screams or scuffles of the battle raging just a few feet from my bloody figure. I don't flinch at the screams of Riker as her guts spill over the concrete, and I don't flinch at the sounds of Bree as Riker's dying form manages to finally, with the last ounce of her strength, push her knife deep into Bree's eye socket. And, again, I don't flinch when I hear two cannons signaling the death of the person who was trying to save me and the person who wanted nothing more than to end my life. Once more, I don't flinch when I feel myself fading from the earth; when I feel my body dying and giving up on itself. But, I do smile slightly and thank Riker in my last thought for getting rid of Bree. But, I don't flinch when I feel the last of my being drain into blackness. I don't flinch. Sharlet Free, D4, 12- BOOM! The blistering sound of a cannon jolts me from sleep. I groggily drag myself out of my sleeping bag and crawl towards the still snoring bodies of Waverly and Natalie. "Guys," I grunt sleepily, "guys wake up. Today's the feast," I yawn before continuing. "Guys come on, we need to get to the feast." "Five more minuets, then we'll go, alright," Waverly responds with a sleep-filled accent. I hear Nat grumble in agreement with him, so I lazily heave myself up onto my feet. Rubbing my eyes slightly, I whisper to myself, "Whew. . . Final 6." DAY 5 TRIBUTE STATISTICS: CONGRATULATIONS TO THE FINAL 3: Natalie (D3), Waverly (D4), and Sharlet (D4)! Waverly, Sharlet and Natalie are just waking from their slumber, and are completely unaware of the going-ons at the Cornucopia Day 5 Deaths: (Both tributes from Districts 1, 9 and 10 are now deceased) Riker Franko, District 10, 17 Bree Coolin, District 1, 16 Aurora Wilde, District 9, 12 Day 6- (I Think We're a Little too Late for the Cornucopia Bloodbath- Natalie Gray) Natalie Gray, D3, 16- "Sharlet," I moan tiredly, "why did you think it would be a good idea to camp miles away from the Cornucopia." I see a large upturned rock and I sprint up onto it. The golden yellow and purple colours of the sunset give the sky a warm appearance. "Okay, guys," I whistle out, "I can see the Cornucopia from here. We should make it there in just a little while." The rest of the hike is spent in agonizing silence. Thoughts swirl like an angry storm through my brain. What if I have to kill Waverly and Sharlet? I mean, not all of us can win. But. . . but their all my family. I couldn't bear to be the one to end their lives. Maybe. . . just maybe we can make it through this together. My feet hit familiar ground and my surroundings begin to look like places I've seen clearly before. Only yards infront of me I can clearly see the metal Cornucopia's surface glinting in the fading sunlight. Along with the corpses of the other three tributes. "Sharlet, Waverly," I mutter quietly, "I think we're a little too late for the Cornucopia bloodbath." My companions quizzical looks are soon quelled as I point a shaky finger to the bodies. My eyes droop in sadness and my knees give out from underneath me. I hear Sharlet begin to quiver and cry in despair, and as I look up slowly, Waverly just stands with a bitter cold and queasy facade. "We-we're the final three," Sharlet hiccups out slowly, "but, I d-don't want to k-kill you two." Sharlet wraps her arms around her legs and buries her face in her knees, soaking her leggings slightly. My life flashes infront of my eyes. I know that I want to make it out of here alive, but I don't know if I can betray the people who saved me to do it. I mull many an idea over in my mind, but I just don't know what to do. . . Waverly Mare, D4, 17- Sharlet is still bawling her eyes out, now curled up my the edge of the Cornucopia. Natalie is still crumbled in a heap where she collapses, a stone-cold and vacant look upon her face. It's getting dark soon, so we need to do something. And I can count that neither Natalie or Sharlet is going to be killing anyone tonight. And neither will I. "Hey, both of you," I mumble with eagerness. My comment goes unheard, so with more fervor I shout, "GUYS, LISTEN TO ME." Like a glass pane, the vacant look on Natalie's face shatters, and with droopy eyes she glances up at me. Sharlet pulls herself together just enough to rub the liquid from her eyes and turn her attention towards me. "You know, we don't all have to die." Their blank stares are enough to enrage me, but I calmly sigh and say again, "Remember years and years ago in the 35th games? Do you remember who the victors were and how they did it?" "I-I think," Sharlet grumbles, "the victors. . . They were two girls. Gretchen Ablework from, um, District 7, right?" "Correct," I say, nodding my head, "and the other girl?" "Keiko Watts from District 3," Natalie interjects, "they won because Gretchen threatened they would both commit suicide if they both didn't win, right?" Sharlet's and Natalie's eyes suddenly glisten with excitement and understanding, and the grin already adorning my face grows even wider. "So, we could pull a Gretchen," Sharlet whispers, "and we could all get out of here." "But," Natalie adds, "they did it with nightlock." Pushing herself to her feet and motioning to the landscape surrounding us, "And I doubt there's any nightlock to be found around here." "True, but we do have weapons that we could all commit suicide with." Nodding in agreement, I continue with the plan. "Now, follow me, let's all get back to back and hold our weapons up to our necks. If the hovercraft doesn't come, just follow my lead, alright?" Both nod there heads with excitement, so I tell them to hold their blades up to their necks. Holding my axe up to my neck, I wait. But, nothing comes. "Waverly," Nat whispers, "I don't think their going to gi-" "Start cutting your neck," I hiss back. "Excuse me," says a shocked Sharlet, "but, we'll actually kill ourselves that way." "No, as soon as they see blood, they'll collect us." Slowly, I start to graze my neck with my axe, watching as Natalie and Sharlet start to move their arms back and forth, slicing their throats as well. I feel warm liquid trickle down my skin, and I smell fresh iron. "STOP," a loud voice screams out, "CONGRATULATIONS TO THE THREE WINNERS OF THIS YEARS HUNGER GAMES! NATALIE GRAY, WAVERLY MARE AND SHARLET FREE!" My axe drops to the concrete with a clang, and I swivle around my body to embrace the two girls that became my friend and saviors in this arena. "W-we did it you guys," Natalies chokes out. "Y-yeah, we survived," Sharlet sniffles back. "And, Waverly, you better fuc**** tell your dad your gay and ask out that Justin kid, or I ac-actually will k-kill you." I grin slightly, still clinging tight to Natalie and Sharlet. "I will." "I love you guys, and I'm glad we won together," I whisper. I hear their humms of agreement as I feel the wind rustle around us signaling the presence of the hovercraft. And for once, I really am happy. Just then a Capitol hovercraft apperes above the three and pulls them up. once inside they are rushed to the medical facility and have their necks bandeged up and the staff put some kind of cream that stings at first but also sooths her back. The three are filled in on what happened. The rebels not being able to do much decided to steal one of the capitol hovercrafts and keep it on stand by. Ever since the 54th Hunger Games where the shield was briefly taken out they had reinforced their shields so that any attempt to break in or out would result in massive electricl surge instantly killing or short circuiting anything that come into contact with it. they had to wait in their ship above the arena and wait till the end and save the rebels or the other victors. The rebels were incredibley happy about how Sharlet had maneged to save Waverly and Natalie but were upset about the loss of Katara.Back at
base Overview: Sharlet gets back and meets with Harvey and Ashley. Waverly was hoping to find Justin, his escourt, but the rest of the rebels say its to risky. Natalie has been a huge help and has become redefined and everybody likes her.
Credit to District3Tribute some of the story
Credit to GrayNinja73 for Natalie and OrangeGreenConverse for Waverly