The world seems to go in slow motion. I look around, and the last five seconds of my life feel more like hours. I look at the tributes, one by one. The district 1 tributes are surprisingly calm, but I know by glancing at the screens lining the alley we look more confident.
The tribute's from District 2, 3, 5, and 8 are screaming their heads off. I look at them, frantically trying to hop out of their chariots, but unfortunately they can't, as all the horses (except for ours) are running in circles, blinded by the change in events. The couple from 4 are holding hands, remaining silent, and then I even get a few tears as they embrace each other, and spend the last moments of their lives hugging. The tributes from 6, 7, 9, 10, and 12 are so scared they are literally crying. I mean, sobbing. I feel bad to see all these kids so scared, as they know what will happen. I see Grace and Rhett, pressing buttons on remotes, but our chariot and clothes remain glowing.
They run around, chasing each other, trying to stop this madness. I look at the crowd, my eyes confident and still in slow motion, to see them screaming and running around, some of them crying as Gret and Cody, the couple from 4, are hugging. Some of them are shoving each other in their ridiculous clothes. I look at Crystal, her eyes defiant, and any stranger wouldn't question her confidence, her not being scared. But after 13 years of living with her, I know that behind that straight face, there's a terrified little girl, on the verge of tears. I look at the District 12 horses, coming ever so fast, and just yards away. I look at Crystal, our hands locked together, and hug her. I realize that this year, The 25th Hunger Games will go without a victor.
Everyone will die, because of our magnificence. I pick up Crystal and wish to spend the last moments of my life, hugging her. Her hair mesmerizes me, hypnotizes me so that I can't look away. But I break away, and hold our hands above our heads. I look straight into the horse's eyes, determined to show the Capitol that they can do whatever they want to us, but I refuse to play their Games. And then, I just can't look. I close my eyes and brace myself for the impact, for the horses to run into Rhett's beatuiful design and idea. I see only black, and count the remaining moments of my life. I stnad there, and I can feel the horses breathing on my neck. And then..... I wait for it.
BAM! BAM! BAM! I hear them hit our cart, but I don't feel the impact. I wait, but it doesn't come. I peek open my eyes, my glowing, magnificent eyes, to see two, steel black horses, lying dead just inches away from us. I see the bullet holes through their heads, shining in the moonlight. The District 12 tribute's layer of coal has been washed completely away from sweat and tears, and when they see themselves, they cover each other up and burst into tears. I silently laugh at them, for not being able to hold it together, just for this night. I know that now they won't have any sponsors, nobody to turn to while on the brink of starvation, of dying of thirst, or right when they're about to die from injuries.
They run out of their chariot, and sprinted down the alley, but its so long it takes them a while to get there. They bawl there eyes out the whole way there, and I wonder what their mentor will have to say about this, them running down the alley naked and sobbing. The crowd and tributes look scared to death, and suddenly I just want to pull Rhett and Grace out here and thank them for these eyes to help us remain calm, when inside I'm about to blow up from fright. The other chariots have gone out of order, tipped over, lying in random places along the alley. I see the people who shot the horses, Peacekeepers lined along the alley, surprisingly calm. President Snow walks up on his usual podium, as if nothing has ever happened. He looks just as old as me with my chest hair and gold armor. His black hair is slicked back.
"Greetings! Sorry for the slight... inconvenience. But now that we're all back in order, let's proceed as normal." Back in order? Are you crazy? There are two dead horses right in front of me, the District 12 kids ran off naked and crying, chariots lie all over the alley, horses have run off, and the tributes are lying on the ground in tears.
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The 25th Hunger Games (fanfic)
FanfictionThe 25th Hunger Games have begun, and thanks to the Quarter Quell, the unbelievable has happened for 17 year old Zac Brennon, as he is thrust into the Games along with his 13 year old sister, Crystal. The tributes are bigger, stronger, and crueler t...
