Jefferson Crane:
This is honestly fantastic.
I really do love getting killed.
luckily I am near the cornucopia. I run in with a sprint; only looking ahead. I see my allies and some enemies filing in abruptly.
Ash is screaming at us “BLOCK THE ENTRANCE BLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK THE ENNNNNTTTTTTRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.”
Tufts of fur sprouted off of her skin. Beady eyes bulge across her long snout as swirling claws sweep across the air.
“EUGH EUGH YOUR A WEREWOLF!”
She slaps me abruptly across the cheek and I see the normal Ash staring at me with narrowed eyes.
“Good thing its not a full moon!” Rudolf pipes excitedly.
KERSPOOLSHKA
Fragments of curled steel fly out of my fingers with a puff of soot. The shrapnel en lodges itself into Lucky’s stomach and she falls over dead.
Jack skids to a halt followed by Leverett, Hailey, and April. They stare worriedly at me as a guard the entrance to the cornucopia.
“MOVE AND YOUR DEAD!” I holler out as flaming leaves start falling from the sky.
They are just some of the people left out to die.
Tear stricken faces stare back at me every where I look.
[Gamemaker's note: Okay, moving swiftly on...]
Victoria Iocus:
The grass shrinks down to it's normal size as the dazed tributes are no longer in hiding. But as one season is gone, there must come another version of this entertainment. Leaves turn a ember shade of orange and rich color of red, as the color of the world changes in the blink of an eyes. Fire. Is everywhere.
Falling from the sky. Catching alit upon the dry ground, cause immediate chaos and leaving the kids with only one choice, to run. But to where? The arena has been engulfed in a mouth of fire that has no escape but shelter.
The question is what shelter. Now little Victoria can't think straight on her own, so having to make the quick decision of safety is hard. Her only friend Bunny has left, leaping in a wild escape towards the forest witch is only ash and dust.
Above the fire and smoke stands the only living things for miles, the cornucopia Christmas tree.
"That's it!" Victoria thinks as she runs towards it, the air soon becoming toxic and heavy, making it harder and harder to run away.
Coughing and gagging on all fours, Rose Sweetheart try's to breath in the clouded air, face during a ghostly shade of white as. The air from her lungs escapes in one last frantic breath. But to soon does the girl, realize that it was she who ended her life, blood dripping from her knife and hands shaking.
"I was just putting her out of her misery!" Victoria screams as she runs faster and faster towards the tree, escaping from the reality of the girls death.
Running faster and faster away from the lick of flame, Victoria finds herself driving her blade yet again into the sneering face Jack, the cruel face that would never once smile or move again.
As the large tree comes into view, most of the tributes are already surrounding the tree in the hopes of safety. Suddenly leaping out in front of the girl is Levert Hare, reminding her of her only friend Bunny.
Raising weapon above his head, Victoria winces ready to die, just like she's giving up and finally shutting down.
But yet the girl pushes her weak arms forward and prevents the cut from going to far into the girls shoulder.
Staggering off in the smog with no will left on the girls body, Victoria Iocus lays on the ground nestled near the tree leaving herself for dead, staring at the saphire blood of the three she had just killed.
Alerting her to awakens was the stumble and crash of Lucky Patricks, now laying almost dead by her feet.
Flinching away from the body, Victoria can clearly see the pain and suffering that the tribute is going through.
And it was all a blur.
The pleading, the stabbing and slashing and the guilt of being a murdered, because that's all Victoria Iocus was now.
Once a little girl, lost in her own little world. And in less Then 5 days, A murder.
The blood smeared across her body was no longer just her own, but the blood of the 4 she had killed.
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