Author Games: Trial By Fire

Becoming a Winner - Luxure Amarta#68th

"This is my favourite moment, that moment a tribute... becomes a Victor," ~ Ceaser Flickerman.

Name: Luxure Amarta

Age: 24

Personality/Traits: Honeyed character. She's fake, deceiving and therfore smart. She's not all just looks and she may be weaker to other career tributes but her childish like words can play a few strings. She's batle-ready almost all the time and can become very hot-headed though in the years she has learned to control most angered thoughts. If anything the first games silenced her... a second time round could just kill her.

District: One

Physical Description: Deep thin golden coloured hair that waves just below her shoulders though she usually has it in a slick backed ponytale. She stands tall and naturally good looking for District 1. Her smouldering gravy eyes are usually what sets her apart to the rest of district one inhabitants. She has a thin body and sof face.

Celebrity Look-a-like: Ruth Bradley

Game that they won: 68th

Weapon of Choice AND skills: Small axe and knife.

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Luxure of District One - ForeverFavoured

First of all, don't you even dare think for a mere second I have no chance. That I'll lose. That I'll die. Don't you ever even think that I am the girl that will be buried in a month in the freaking Graveyard of Shitting Shame. I am a warrior. I am a survivor. And that's what I do. Survive. Conquer. Reign.

Kill anyone that comes in the way of what I want. So do not even try to tell me I cannot do anything. Because the last person who did that, well… Let's just say they're not around to give you all of the details.

I remember calmly rising into my battlefield two days ago... these had been the shortest games yet. Though that isn’t important. What matters is I’m alive... I’ll BE alive to see them to the end.

I ripped the axe hard from my victim’s skull and wiped away the gushing hot blood. My breaths filled the cave complex and drowned out the slow patters of the rain outside.

I sat on a rock beside the dead boy from 7 and sniffed in a careless tone. It wasn’t long before my eyes fell from the shrouding mist and onto his limp body. I almost stared in disgust as I remembered his remark to my weakness.

I scoff and turn away, sniffing a little more. Yeah, I guess you could say I have a temper... that I’m ‘hot headed’. But he killed Argon you see...

What choice did I have?

And damn, how I hated the District Four girl. What was her name? Coral? I couldn't wait until I got to kill her. I could imagine it now, taking my dagger and running down her face, and then her neck, and her chest all in a straight line. She would scream, yes, she would scream, but no one should hear that. I would sing, haunting her mind and making a good show of it, too. Everyone would fear me, just as they should.

"Hush little baby, don't say a word." I rasped two days later, feeling the girl tremble beneath me. In my state of madness, the girl changed to the Head Peacekeeper, and then my father, Valare Monico the head game-maker, and then finally President Shitting Snow.

I ran my blade through the girls widening eyes; my knees crushing into her sides and my feet wrapped round her struggling legs.

“P-PLEAAASSSE! PLEEEASE!” She struggled weakly beneath me.

I can’t lie and say the moment my knife finally claimed into her heart hadn’t saddened me... despite my hate towards her. As I stand from the 23rd tribute to die I know that I’ll never forget her bleeding tears, her screaming heart thundering beneath my body.

But I’m a career... I never regret a thing.