Author Games: World Seasons

Finals - Victoria Iocus

Do you hear the people sing? Lost in the valley of delight. It is the music of the people who are climbing to the light.

The world around the girl shakes, threatening to cave in, clamming the last of her life.

For the retched are the earth! There is a fate that never dies! Even the darkest nights, will end and the sun will rise!

But will anyone escape, will this young girl live to see the golden ball of flame lift above the sky? Or will her life be dead and gone, darkness for an eternity.

We will live again in freedom in the garden of the Lord! We will walk behind the bloodshed, we will put away the sword! The chain will be broken and all men will have their reward!

But it was too late for Victoria, the blood had already been spilled and there was no hope for it to stop. She would not back down until she was sprawled on the ground dead, or huddled in the only safe place left in here. The ground bellows a ferocious roar as the world around her erupts like a boiling volcano.

The snow fades away in an instant, revealing soft and fluffy grass. It almost looks soft enough for the young girl to lay her small head and take a nap, but her nap would become into death.

Running across the ground, Victoria watches with a frantic look at the tree, with four gleaming lights, and one last star glowing admits the smog. The arena is in total chaos, snow tumbling down in heaps of ice, barren trees cashing to the ground, some in flames.

Fiametta must be close.

Victoria thinks, with what sheer amount of sanity she has left. With a forced puff of air, Victoria runs on, running away from the horrors that lay only a few steps behind her. One more day before the storm...

The ground starts to crumble underneath the girls feet as she screams leaping over a branch and quickening her pace. The world around her is covered in smog, the world is crumbling into a pit of fire the storm is coming alright, and its a day early.

Victoria is out of breath, and her lungs cant take the smoke. Sadly, the only way she will live is if she keeps on running, to much pain for just a little girl.

Maybe even the worst in her life.

But thats not until her ankle catches on a flaming log.

She lashes out, screaming for help that will never come as she looks to see the melting mess that used to be skin, but it doesn’t look like skin. It looks alien. Out of no where, a pair of hands materialize in front of her sunken eyes and she slowly grabs onto the palms who gently help her up. Jefferson.

The man who was once joking with her, trying to lighten her up durring the tribute parade, with that silly green top hat.

But that man is gone, now he is dead. A face now grim and pale, from going through many deaths. Hands trembling from a dark power of murder, and the blood of others stained on his forever.

“GO AWAY! SAVE YOURSELF!” She finds herself screaming, but its too late because Jefferson Marle Crane has already picked the girl up running through

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The world has not changed sense the girl had gone under, it is still like death on the back on your neck, ready to swing his scythe down upon you.

Her ankle is still ash, but Victoria is not one to give up easily, and the adrenaline is keeping her on feet. Looking up, she can see that the tree is much closer, but now the lights are gone, there are only two left.

Jefferson had to protect her, even if it costed him his life. Someone from his district was going to make it, weather it was him or Victoria. March and Fiametta were gone, and then it was only them, the battle has just begun.

Running towards the tree, a wide grin was spread upon Victorias face, she had finally made it, this game as they called it would soon be over.

Thats what she thought it was, only a game.

that there wouldn’t be death.

No worry of survival.

Just another game she had to play.

But she was sick of games, and the Capitol would be sure to see.

With a violent shake, The arena around her plummets into some unknown hole, so fast and suddenly its almost to her feet already. The sap of the christmas tree is strong in her senses; so it must be close.

Running like she never has before, Victoria sees the circle of safety located under the tree, unmoving with a fluffy layer of snow waiting for her, like a white cloud that comes during the end of a storm.

But other footsteps are coming, and soon Jefferson is racing after the tree at the same pace as the younger girl. and all hope is gone.

Will you join in out crusade? Who will be strong and stand with me? Somewhere beyond the barricade is there a world you long to see?

The world is almost gone, the blackness is getting closer. There is no where she can turn, and there is no way to go back. one decision, to live or to die.

Jefferson skids to a stop behind her, face red from running and lack of air.

“Go Victoria, you are younger and innocent. You still have a life to live, but mine has been ruined here.” He shouts, lips quavering in fear. But he inhales closing his eyes as he waits for the world to slip from underneath his feet, welcoming death like an old pal.

Running under the tree, curling up into a ball and hugging her knees, Victoria watches as the world around her goes black, Jefferson not even screaming as he is swallowed up with the rest of the arena.

Maybe it will be better for him, wherever he goes. Maybe he will even have a world of happiness. A world thats full of happiness that I will never know.

A screen lights up, telling the girl that she has indeed won the games, and that a hovercraft will be coming to get her shortly, but Victoria doesn’t listen.

She is numb with emotions, and not one of them is glee.

One Day More.

Till young Victoria Iocus will indeed get to live again.