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Being up early was common in the poorer districts, but especially in District 10 where they raised livestock, it was impossible to sleep too late into the morning considering the cows and other animals would wake you with their hungry cries, but the caretakers of the livestock knew better than to wait for the animals to tell them when they were hungry. If they didn’t do their job, they’d end up suffering for it in one way or another.

Morke, a young girl who lived in the District, didn’t have to bother with taking care of the animals, though. When she was younger, that was what she did everyday to help her family, but now she had her own family to take care of. She was only eighteen, but she had a son who had just turned four and a boyfriend who practically demanded her constant affection, and thrived off her attention. It wasn’t easy having to grow up so quickly, but she had learned to deal with it. Somewhere back in her mind she knew it was her own rebellion that had caused her young motherhood. Not that she’d ever change anything, because her son was her world. But she could definitely live without her boyfriend on most days.

“Morke, I’m going out now,” Tox, her boyfriend, said as he approached and leaned down to kiss her dark skinned cheek.

She leaned back and looked up at him with a raised brow. “I’m trying to make my son breakfast right now. Can’t you leave without begging for a kiss?” she questioned. She was not an affectionate woman, by any means, and after the pregnancy she had become even less affectionate. Let’s be honest, she just didn’t want to ever go through such a dreadful experience as giving birth was ever again.

“I was just-” then he sighed, as he always did, just like a pathetic little man. “I’m sorry.” then he walked over and ruffled Triste’s hair and a moment later he was out the door without another word. Well, that’s more like it.

“Daddy is ridiculous, isn’t he?” Morke said as she set down the small bowl of mush for her son. It was supposed to be oatmeal, just wasn’t. Being poor, they had to make due with whatever they had for food, and Morke was unfortunately from one of the poorest families in the District. And now she’d been kicked out of her already poor home and was under the roof of an equally poor boy, who happened to be her boyfriend. So, her luck wasn’t really great when it came to riches, but her son didn’t seem to mind. He ate whatever was in front of him, otherwise he’d just go hungry, and he knew that by now.

“Do I have to see Gramma today?” Triste asked in his little voice as he attempted to shovel the mush into his mouth.

Despite being kicked out of the house, Morke was the only daughter of her family that had given her parents a grandchild, and her mother couldn’t deny how much she had wanted to be a grandmother so she often allowed Triste to spend days over at her home while Morke worked as a meat carver and butcher in a shop to earn extra money for the family. It wasn’t much, but it helped them survive.

“No, you can stay with Mommy today,” Morke said as she started to clean up around the small room. She didn’t do much cleaning, because the place was always dirty to some extent, and they didn’t have a lot to clean up because the place was basically empty other than essential pieces of furniture, but she liked to keep herself busy. “Don’t you like to watch Mommy while she works?”

“I guess,” Triste said as he shrugged his shoulders rather dramatically.

Morke put a hand on her hip and looked at him. “I don’t want to keep relying on Gramma to help me, Triste. She’s not very nice,” she stated. She had a fear in the back of her mind that her mother might try to take Triste from her, and of course she still resented both of her parents for throwing her out of the house while she was pregnant. They claimed it was because they couldn’t add another child to a house already so full, since Morke has five other sisters, but Morke knew deep down that it was them punishing her for getting pregnant outside of marriage. It’s not like she knew what was going to happen when she had sex with Tox, she just wanted to feel grown up. She knew for a fact that four out of the five other sisters had slept with men, but none of them had gotten pregnant. But whatever. She just didn’t want them to think she needed them, because she definitely did not.

“It’s okay Mommy, I’ll stay with you. I’m sorry,” Triste said as he finished up his mush and then slipped off the wooden stool. “Should I get my shoes?”

“Yes, get your shoes,” Morke said with a nod, and then Triste wandered over to a corner of the room where his shoes laid and he sat down and struggled to put them on himself. Morke watched him with a smile, because she really did love her son. He was the only person in the entire stupid world that hadn’t let her down.

“I got ‘em!” Triste exclaimed as he hopped to his feet and ran up to Morke, holding his hand out to take her hand.

“What a good boy,” Morke said with a nod as she took his hand and then grabbed her scarf, which was worn and tattered, and then walked out into the chilly morning air.

She walked through the District, ignoring most everyone as she walked. She rarely interacted with other people, because none of them mattered to her. That’s just how she was. She only spoke to people if she had a purpose to, otherwise they just didn’t matter. Triste walked quickly at her side, holding onto her hand and his bright brown eyes just taking in all the sights around him. He was still a care-free child, but Morke knew his constant exposure to their poor lifestyle and how the Capitol lorded over them would eventually bring out the bitterness that was just waiting to enter his innocent soul. It happened to everyone in the poor districts eventually. It was just a matter of time.

She then walked into the butcher shop where the lesser pieces of meat were left behind for anyone who could afford such things in the district. Morke had always been skilled with knives for cleaning and butchering and preparing meats, since her father taught her at a young age, and that skill was paying for itself thankfully.

“Hello,” Morke said to the shopkeeper as she walked in. “I hope you don’t mind that Triste is with me today.”

“No, not at all. He’s a sweet little thing. And well behaved, too. He’s welcome here any time,” the woman said with a chuckle and a smile as she waved to Triste.

Morke gave a brief smile and then she disappeared into the back room where slabs of meat were left for her to cut and prepare to be sold. She sighed and removed her scarf and hung it on a peg in the room and then she looked at Triste. “Go and sit,” she said as she gestured to a stool that sat in the corner of the room. “Hopefully the day won’t be too long.”

Triste nodded and did as he was told and sat quietly on the stool and just looked around the room, fidgeting and twitching when he got too bored. Morke did feel guilty that Triste couldn’t have fun and play while he was here, and that was why she had chosen to let him spend time with his Gramma, but she just didn’t trust her parents not to take Triste from her. Ah well. At least he was well behaved.

She picked up her knives, working carefully and precisely, and yet with a quickness that only one who had a lot of experience with butchering could do. Her face was concentrating fully and it wasn’t long before she was done with the first slab of meat. She had one more to do before she could go home, and she looked over and saw Triste sitting on the floor and watching some ants as they crawled across the rickety wooden floor. She still had a few hours ahead of her before the day would be done, and she wasn’t sure how much longer Triste could sit still for.

“Morke! Tox is here!” the shopkeeper called.

“Tox?” he didn’t come to visit her at work very often, so she was pretty confused, to be honest.

“Daddy!” Triste exclaimed happily as he ran out of the room and jumped into his dad’s arms.

Morke walked out and crossed her arms. “What are you doing here?”

“Just seeing how your day was going,” Tox said as he held Triste and patted his back. “I went to your parents’ house to pick up Triste but she said he never came there, so I wanted to see if you wanted me to take him home.”

Morke bristled, because she was very protective of Triste, even though Tox was trustworthy, obviously. He was actually very kind and good and an amazing father, but Morke didn’t like it when Triste was out of her sight for too long. “I still have a few hours here,” she said slowly.

Tox nodded. “I know. I figured you could use a break, and he could use a break,” he said as he bounced Triste in his arms gently. “Do you want to come home with daddy?”

“Yes!” Triste exclaimed as he hugged his dad.

Morke grimaced and then she rolled her eyes. “Fine. I guess if he wants to go, then you can take him,” she muttered. She didn’t like it, but she couldn’t deny her son whatever would make him happy.

“I got some bread and a little bit of chicken meat for dinner,” Tox said as he smiled a bit. “I’ll have it prepared for when you get home.”

“You got some meat? Wow, is it payday already?” Morke said as she raised an eyebrow. Meat was often too expensive for poor families, even in a district that’s product was livestock. The livestock wasn’t theirs, after all. It was for the Capitol.

“Mhm,” Tox said. “Well, I’ll be waiting for you at home, then.”

“I love you, mommy!” Triste said as he waved, and then the two of them disappeared out of the shop.

“Ah, Morke. When are you going to marry that boy? He’s a keeper,” the shopkeeper said with a fond sigh.

Morke just frowned and glared at her. “Never,” she said and then she turned and went to get back to work. She wanted to finish so she could hurry and get home. She was annoyed again, because she hated it when people asked her when she was going to marry Tox. Maybe she was never going to marry Tox, okay? She was stuck with him while Triste grew up, sure, but she didn’t intend to give her life over to this man. Unless her feelings towards him changed drastically in the next few years, then she was never going to marry him. She would be happily unattached, just watching her son grow up and taking care of him. That’s all she wanted.

When she walked home, she wrapped her scarf around her head for more warmth. She hoped the food would still be warm when she arrived home, but it didn’t really matter. Food was food, and apparently Tox managed to make himself useful and get some actual good food for them. Finally he was being a proper man.

When she arrived at their small little shack, she hurried in and went to sit in front of the warm stove. This was usually what she did upon arriving home, since lately the weather had been getting colder.

“Mommy!” Triste exclaimed as she hurried over and jumped on her, hugging her tightly. “Daddy made a good dinner! You need to eat.”

Morke smiled brightly and hugged him, kissing his head. “Yes, yes. I’ll eat in just a moment. Mommy needs to warm up. It’s quite cold out there,” she said.

“Your plate is still sitting by the stove,” Tox spoke up from where he was sitting. He looked exhausted and much older than he actually was. For some reason he was already getting wrinkles, but he was only 19. They weren’t serious wrinkles, or anything, but just little lines where he smiled or frowned and across his forehead. It was amazing how hard work and lack of proper nutrition could age a person.

“Thank you,” Morke said in a colder tone. She stood up and then took the plate and sat at the table to eat. Triste crawled up onto her lap and she hugged him even as she kept eating. She was very grateful for the food that Tox had been able to get for them, but she wasn’t going to tell him as much. She didn’t want him to have power over her.

When dinner was finished she carried her son to his little room which was very small, but it was the best they could do. He settled into his bed, but he looked at her. “Can’t I be up for five more minutes?” he would always ask this, just like a curious child. Morke never knew what he wanted to be awake for. It’s not like he’d be missing anything.

“No, dear, you better not,” Morke said as he stroked his hair and leaned down to kiss his forehead. “Goodnight.” then she walked out of the room and shut the door and finally let her hair down from the bun it had been forced to remain in for the entire day.

“Did you have a good day?” Tox asked as he sat down on his side of the bed. He wore a thin, off white shirt and a pair of pants that were made of worn material, which made it soft enough to sleep in. Morke shed her layers of clothing as well until she finally pulled on an old nightgown that had been a hand me down from one of her sisters years ago.

“Why do you ask me that? The days are long and miserable, Tox. Everything is the same,” she snapped as she laid down on her side of the bed and pulled a worn old quilt over herself. Everything was worn and old in this house. She longed for new and exciting.

Tox smiled a bit and he laid next to her, wrapping an arm around her. Morke wanted to push him away most days, but while it was starting to get cold outside his warmth was actually necessary. “I’m sorry. I wish I could make things different for you,” he said softly. “I know you want beautiful things, and you deserve all of those things. It’s just not easy.”

“I know it’s not easy. I’ve been poor my whole life,” Morke said as she glanced at him. “We’re in District 10. We’re destined to be poor. That’s just it.”

“I suppose. Unless someone wins the Hunger Game’s. Then, at least, we’d have a few more resources,” Tox said as he shrugged a bit.

“Maybe you should have volunteered while you could,” Morke sneered. “I only have this year and then I’m finally out of the running.”

“How many times is your name there?” Tox whispered. He sounded worried, but Morke thought he was foolish. She hadn’t been chosen so far, what would change that now?

“Other than the eighteen times? No more than that,” she said. “Don’t worry so much. It’s disgusting.”

Tox sighed and she felt him hug her just a little tighter, as if he was afraid of losing her. Morke could not understand his attachment to her, especially since she worked so hard to put up barriers between them. She cared for him, sure, but not like he cared for her. She was positive she could never love someone the way that Tox loved her.

“I’m just scared, you know? If you got picked, I’d be so sad,” Tox said.

Morke pushed his arm away and rolled over to look at him. “Tox, stop. These late night confessions are completely unnecessary,” she said. Tox sighed and shrugged a bit. He was used to being told to back off. “You know how I feel about emotionally driven conversations.”

“You hate them.”

“I hate them.”

They laid there quietly just looked at each other for a long moment, and then Tox nodded and closed his eyes. “I just love you. I’m sorry. I’ll try not to talk about it so much,” he said. Morke figured he should be used to his love being spurned by now. If it wasn’t for Triste, they wouldn’t be together right now no matter how much he loved her. He needed someone that could love him back, but for now...well, it was convenient.

“Yes, please don’t,” Morke said as she rested her head on the flat pillow and closed her eyes. “Good night.”

“Good night.”

The Perfect Storm
This is a little introduction to the character I plan to use for :iconthehungergamesoct:

Morke is the one (pronounced Mor-kay). So yeah. I like her a lot, she's an old OC of mine. The whole family is actually and I love them dearly. So, I thought it'd be fun. I don't know what else to say, but I am quite excited to write her Reaping and all that, but I felt like some backstory might be fun, too. Gives a bit more insight to why she is the way she is and into her family as well. I always enjoy it.

Morke belongs to me. Hopefully you'll be voting for her in the future!

(This is assuming she ends up in D10, but it will be edited if she doesn't end up there but perhaps ends up in a different district depending on how many entries there are. :heart: )
Fatal Frame - The Lost by HopefulCloud
Fatal Frame - The Lost
It's been a long time, but I'm very excited to have recently discovered that Fatal Frame V is going to happen on the WiiU, and my excitement for another addition to my favorite game series allowed me to create my characters from the first three games in the series. (I do have an OC from the fourth game, but I don't have a set idea of how I want her to look so I excluded her this time)

Fatal Frame V looks absolutely incredible. It looks so different, environmentally, and the fact that water is a big theme of the game is going to be terrifying, I just know it. but in an amazing way, of course. I'm absolutely excited!!!! I mean, I can't stop thinking about what the story of this new game is going to be like. I love the stories, I just want more info. Already it's so tantalizing, though. And the graphics look amazing.

Anyway! From left to right -

Chihiro - Fatal Frame. She was a child who lived in the Himuro Mansion as her parents were servants of the family where she was eventually lost.
Tatsuru and Ozuru - Fatal Frame 2. They were Altar Twins, and as symbolized by the butterfly (terribly drawn) on Ozuru's shoulder, Tatsuru was sacrificed for the ritual.
Ishiko and Rikuyo - Fatal Frame 2. They were twins set for the ritual, but Ishiko died suddenly before the ritual and that caused Rikuyo's hair to become white from grief of the loss and she has always been shamed for not completing the ritual to save the village.
Akiho - Fatal Frame 3. Akiho was a Handmaiden long before the events that took place in the game. She often visited the Manor of Sleep after being a Handmaiden there, and was eventually lost in the Manor forever.

And that's them. I will eventually draw my Fatal Frame 4 character, and then obviously there will be another addition with Fatal Frame V coming into play. I can't make anything yet, not until I know more, but I'm absolutely excited. I'm such a nerd.
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“The sound of the wind is whispering in your head,
can you feel it coming back?
Through the warmth, through the cold,
Keep running ‘til we’re there,
We’re coming home now,
We’re coming home now.”

- Dotan


It wasn’t an easy walk, or swim, to get back to his island. He’d promised to meet Tony back here, so he went and found a tree that was surrounded by bushes and he sat next to it. He was crying, because his shoulder and arm wounds had been exposed to salt water and he didn’t know how to fix it. He didn’t have anything to really cover the wounds with, but he’d removed what was left of his right sleeve and just pressed it against the deepest wound, which was the one in his shoulder. He closed his eyes, his brow furrowed, and rested his head back against the tree. He wished Tony would hurry up and get here. He figured a little help would be good to get him back to...some kind of health. He was scared he’d get an infection and die, and that was a very real possibility. He knew a lot about injuries, thanks to his mother.

Ugly buzzing insects seemed to circle around him, and he had a feeling the heat was actually going to kill him before any infection would. He hadn’t had a drink of water in a long time, and this was starting to get serious.

That was when he heard a soft beeping sound and he opened his eyes, leaning away and looking over to the sound, where a small package was floating down to him. His eyes widened and he eagerly grabbed the package and tore it open. Food rested inside and he smiled a bit, because he hadn’t eaten either, and he hadn’t explored enough to know if there was even anything to eat in this damn jungle. He started stuffing his face with the food, wishing he could have had some water as well, and then he noticed a note. He raised an eyebrow and picked it up.

‘Stay alive, idiot.’ Ah, clearly from Tyler. So loving. So kind. Alec just rolled his eyes and tossed the note away, finishing off his food even as his stomach growled violently. Alec wasn’t sure what to do with himself, in all honesty. Sure, he’d just somewhat fixed one problem; his hunger, but he still had plenty of problems left. His wounds, the lack of drinkable water, and the list just went on. A man could survive without a meal for much longer than he could survive without water. He knew he was going to have to get up and go looking, but he had to wait for Tony first. He’d do it when the night had past.

Hours had gone by, and suddenly the fanfare that announced the deaths of tributes to be shown for all to see went off. Alec opened his eyes, he felt weaker than he had a few hours ago, which concerned him, but he just leaned over to see up to the stars. Faces flashed by, he recognized all of them. Calypso? Seriously? All of the Careers were gone. That was incredible. He smirked a bit, proud to be one of the tributes that had contributed to getting rid of the lot of them. Now only the underdogs were in the arena. Him and Tony were definitely going to-

That was when Tony’s face lit up the sky. He just stared, his mouth slowly dropping open, and the face that he knew so well disappeared and moved onto another tribute he didn’t care about. Because he didn’t care about anyone else.

“It’s mistaken…” Alec muttered slowly. Tony couldn’t be dead, he just saw him a little bit ago. They promised to meet up again. Alec had defended him from Walter. His heart started pounding loudly in his ears and tears stung at the corners of his eyes. No, he couldn’t waste what water was left in his body on tears, and yet he had to cry. He could waste that water on Tony.

“ god…I let you down, I thought I was protecting you, but I let you down..” Alec muttered as his tears built up and then slowly trickled down his cheeks. Someone must have attacked Tony while he was trying to get away. That...that’s what happened. It was his fault. It was Alec’s fault. Everything was Alec’s fault. He always loses the people he cares about, because he’s foolish and selfish. He felt like he was choking as the realization dawned on him, unable to breathe despite all the oxygen around, and he couldn’t believe Tony was gone. Tony was gone. He fell forward and then screamed against the moist, dirt ground, “No!” he cried as he pounded his fist. “No, no, no, no!” he continued to cry out, sadness truly overwhelming all of his senses.

“You’re bad luck, Alec.”

“If you weren’t so selfish-”

“You are, and always will be, a mistake.”

He didn’t care if anyone heard him. He couldn’t stop this onslaught of tears and grieving. Tony was all he had in this stupid arena. Tony was supposed to be the victor.

“You’re a bad omen.”

“What’s that even mean, Dad?”

“It means you’re no good. Anything you touch turns to rot. That’s why you keep getting yourself in these bad situations and getting in trouble.”

He laid still on the ground now, his eyes burning from his salty tears. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry...I should never have been your friend,” he said brokenly. Then he rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand. “oh god, I’m so sorry. It’s all my fault.”

Had Tony called for him? Had he expected Alec to come and rescue him? He died alone, and Alec couldn’t handle that, either. He didn’t even get to say goodbye, or comfort Tony in his last moments. Of course, that was a rarity for anyone in the arena, but he still couldn’t...he wished he could have been there. He wished he could have held him before he died.

He couldn’t move, he could barely even breathe, and he wondered if he’d be dead by morning. Something was broken inside of him, but he wasn’t sure what. He knew he couldn’t fix it, so he just closed his eyes. If he was alive come morning, then he’d go find water, or something. If not, then whatever. No one expected much of him, anyway.

He gasped, opening his eyes as the world seemed to be shaking him awake. He took in his surroundings quickly and then sat up, but by then the shaking had stopped. He had no idea what that meant, but it made him a little nervous. It was early morning, rain was beginning to trickle down, and it was still cool and he was still under the bushes and next to the tree. He put his hand to his forehead, depression suddenly weighing down on his entire body as he remembered that Tony was gone, and he was alone now. He was much more clear headed this morning, however, and despite his great sadness over Tony’s loss, he realized he had to win. He wasn’t sure how, but he’d figure that out later.

“I guess I better find water,” he muttered in a hoarse tone of voice as he slowly got to his feet. Only five tributes remained, so that meant he was relatively safe on this large island. At least, from other tributes. He had no idea about the wildlife here, and as he walked the ground shuddered underneath his feet again. He hesitated until the rumbling stopped and then he kept moving forward cautiously. He also noted that the rain began coming down ever heavier. This was turning out to be a bleak day, in all honesty.

As he walked, he started to feel anger itching at the corners of his mind. It was trying to push his own self-loathing aside, and it brought in a new voice. One that was telling him that one of the tributes left here killed his Tony, took his best friend away, and he had to kill them and win for Tony. He needed to be the victor if Tony wasn’t, in honor of his lost companion. The voice wasn’t very strong, but Alec listened. He was just too tired to really feel any motivation. And the almost constant rumbling under his feet was making him nervous, and agitated, so he wasn’t sure what emotion to deal with first.

He wasn’t sure how long he walked for, because he almost felt like a depressed zombie, until he heard the sound of water splashing. His footsteps quickened, he tripped as he moved through the jungle, until he finally stumbled upon a small pool with a small waterfall. His eyes narrowed and he looked around, and then inspected the water. He crouched down and then cupped his hands and dipped them in the water, and then finally brought the water up to his lips. He sipped the water and was relieved when he discovered it was fresh water. He instantly started drinking as much as he could stand, the cold water coating his throat and insides and sending a chill down his spine. He felt like he just wanted to sit here and stay here until the other tributes killed each other, but he knew that wasn’t an option. He did feel revived, despite the exhaustion and depression, and he felt his resolve slowly returning.

“I have to win this, I promised him that a long time ago,” he muttered. “even though he deserved the win more than I do, I have to win now. I’m the only D9 left.” he cupped his hands with water again and then splashed his face, despite the fact that he was already soaked from the tropical rain storm that seemed to have descended upon the arena, and he took the time to gently clean the disgusting, crusted blood from his serious injuries so he could get a good look at how bad things were for him. The cut on his arm was gross, as he looked at it he became worried for infection, and his shoulder wound was very deep. He probably had some serious muscle damage, or something. He just wrapped his sleeve around his shoulder wound again, tying the rope coil around his shoulder just enough to keep the sleeve in place over his wound, and then he glanced at his arm again. He didn’t have any protection for that, but...he did have another sleeve he could remove.

He sighed and then removed his right sleeve and then slipped it over his left arm. That way, at the very least, the wound was covered and safer from infection. Unless one had set in already.

Then he heard a rustling behind him and he whipped around quickly. Something big was nearby and he held his knife protectively in front of himself and glared. “Fuck you!” he shouted at...well, whatever it was. He didn’t even know, but he didn’t care anymore. “if you’re a tribute, you better start running because I’ve got nothing to lose anymore!” he didn’t. Without Tony, he didn’t have anyone to protect, or watch out for. If he died, he’d just lose his ability to be a victor. Which, he did want, but even that didn’t overcome how much more important Tony had been to him. He was going to kill anyone who dared face him, because any one of them could have been Tony’s killer. And he wasn’t afraid of killing anymore. Not the people in here.

Then he heard a growl, and he realized whatever he had just shouted at was definitely not a tribute. More rustling and he realized whatever monster lay in those bushes was likely going to attack him, so he turned and he started running. He heard something akin to a roar and then he realized that it was in pursuit. The sound of the foliage being ripped apart as this monster chased him, and was getting closer, sent him into shocking fear. He was so stupid. He wasn’t even going to get a chance to avenge Tony and win this whole damn game.

He ran and ran, swerving and trying to reach the beach again. Maybe if he got to the water, then the monster would leave him alone. Or maybe if he climbed one of these trees. He looked up, and he knew with his bad arm it wasn’t going to be easy, but he launched himself at the nearest tree and he used whatever vines or branches that hung out to pull himself higher and out of danger, but as he looked down he saw that the monster chasing him was actually a giant cat that was sleek and black and probably hungry. And could definitely climb.

The panther roared at him, slashing at the bark on the tree. Alec grimaced and felt the ground rumbling again and he gripped the tree branch harder so he wouldn’t be shaken from the tree. He winced a little, he could feel his entire left arm throbbing from the pain. But he couldn’t die here. He had to fend off this stupid animal.

He held his knife firmly in his right hand, watching the cat as it jumped up, gripping the bark of the tree and trying to climb up to him with a frightening speed. Alec shouted at the panther, not really anything that made words but just something he hoped would spook it or something, and when that didn’t work and the panther’s giant paw slashed inches away from his foot, he leaned down and stabbed the cat’s paw, causing it to roar and release it’s grip on the tree, landing firmly on the ground.

That’s when more rustling could be heard. Alec’s heart started pounding loudly in his ears and he looked up to see two more dark, sleek shapes making their way over to the panther that was limping and favoring it’s now wounded paw. Alec knew he had to get out of here, but they were surrounding the tree he was sitting in, and there was no possible way out. If he jumped down, he was positive he couldn’t outrun three of these panthers. The beach wasn’t too far from his location, he could hear the waves even from here, but with the ground muddy and slick, he wasn’t sure what to do. He just watched them, hoping they might all try the same move so if he stabbed their paws as well, maybe they wouldn’t be able to catch him. Or maybe he’d just piss them off so much, nothing would stop them from killing him. Either way, he was still stuck for now.

Thunder rumbled, the ground shook, and the giant cats roared and growled at him as they continued to try and find a way to get him out of the tree. Finally, one was bold enough to climb up again. Alec held his knife, waiting for it to slash at his foot so that he could stab it’s paw, but things never turn out the way Alec wants them to.

The giant cat seemed to recognize what he was trying to do, and moved it’s paw faster than he could stab. Alec’s eyes widened as he was now vulnerable, since he was leaning over and a little off balance, and as he tried to pull himself back into the tree, the cat jumped up, grabbing him by his right forearm and then pulling him from his perch.

Alec crashed to the ground, crying out as he felt like he’d broken a rib, or two, during the fall and his arm was bleeding from the teeth of the cat, and he struck quickly at the creature's face so it would let him go, and with a roar it certainly did but the damage had already been done. Fantastic. He got up, barely able to catch his breath from the fall, and he saw them ready to pounce, especially the injured ones who clearly had a need for revenge.

“No!” he shouted angrily as he started picking up any rocks he could find and throwing them as hard as he could at the creatures. Of course he couldn’t throw too hard, since both arms were weak and wounded at this point, but he continued to throw the rocks in hopes to prove that he wasn’t one to be messed with and he wasn’t going to go down easily. The cats hissed and roared, their ears pressing back against their heads as they continued to get more and more angry. Alec wasn’t sure that what he was doing was helping at all, but it’s all he could do.

Then the cat jumped before he could turn or even think, and Alec just closed his eyes and held his knife pointed towards the creature, hoping it might fall on the knife. He felt himself crash onto the ground again and his knife sunk deeply into the chest of the panther, but it didn’t seem to stop the creature. It just seemed to make it more angry.

He felt like he was covered in blood, the claws of the creature grazing his chest as he tried to fight him off, and blood was running down the side of his face because something had happened to his ear, but he finally got the strength to stab the creature again, and that’s when it finally roared and jumped back, and at that moment the ground started to shake again and this seemed to distract the panthers briefly, and he got up and started to run. He didn’t have any breath, he felt like he was basically torn into pieces, and yet somehow his body kept running. Survival was pushing him forward, and he couldn’t take this anymore.

The mud under his feet caused him to slip on more than one occasion, and every part of his body ached. He was soaking wet and freezing, and he felt like he was broken. What was going on? Was this the hellish end of the Games? Or was there still a long time ahead of him, because he wasn’t sure he’d be able to survive much longer without medical attention.

That’s when he arrived on the beach and he saw the waves crashing on the sand violently, and the dark clouds pouring rain all across the landscape. He couldn’t swim, and the shallows looked just as dangerous as the deep water, and with both arms in pain and the scratches on his chest, he just had a feeling he wasn’t going to make it.

”But you promised Tony,” he thought as he glared at the water, and he glanced back in fear as he thought he heard the growling of the giant cats not far behind. “I gotta go.” then he marched into the water, sticking to where he remembered the shallow area to be. He knew if he died, at least it would be an accident, and not death at the hand of a tribute.

The waves crashed against him, causing him to lose balance and nearly lose himself in the water on more than one occasion. Every inch of his body seared with pain and tears leaked down his cheeks. This was the first time he had honestly ever felt scared about this whole situation. Like, scared for his own life.

He dragged himself slowly up onto the cornucopia, coughing any water out of his lungs. He knew it was risky, but now he was separated from those wild beasts. Surely they wouldn’t try to swim the vicious water. Cats didn’t like water, right? He took a deep breath and then slowly got to his feet and looked over the cornucopia. He didn’t want to be greedy, but he needed to see if he could find bandages. As long as he had bandages, then at least he might not bleed out completely. He knew he shouldn’t stay out in the open too long, but he began searching for bandages. He felt like his vision was becoming foggy, and this concerned him more than anything, because he didn’t want to end up with a fever and die. Not yet. He’d made a promise.

“Is this how you want me to die!? It’s so boring!” Alec shouted up at the sky, squinting as the rain pelted his skin. “doesn’t seem like your style!” he wondered if the game makers could hear him. Most likely they’d just ignore him.

He never found bandages, but he did find duct tape among the mass of items. He knew he couldn’t put the duct tape on his skin, but he ripped off what was left of his sleeves, using his knife carefully, and also tore his pants just below the knee, and used all that cloth as a makeshift bandage, and taping it down firmly so it would hopefully stop the bleeding. He winced and then quickly went to sit down, feeling exhaustion slowly coming over his entire body. He was so ready to go home now. Even the cold atmosphere of his family’s home would be a welcome sensation to this battle field.

“I’m almost there, Tony,” he muttered. “I’ll make you proud, okay? I think if I can survive a Career, and some panthers, I can survive to the end of this.” he sat quietly, watching the storm rage around him. He knew soon he’d be back on his feet, fending off some tribute, or another kind of evil, but for the moment...he wanted to breathe. He needed to breathe. He glanced at his arm that had been torn by the teeth of the panther and he winced a bit. He had a feeling that arm would never be the same. Well, none of him would ever be the same. But he was just lucky enough to escape all of this, and go home. He knew it. He had to believe it.

“I want to go home…” he whispered. He missed the fields, and the warmth, and even the work. He’d never take anything for granted ever again if he could just...see it again. And he had to apologize to Tony’s family for letting him down. But not now, no. He couldn’t think about it now. Right now, he had to concentrate, because he wasn’t sure when the next enemy would be thrown at him.
Round 3: Storm
My entry for :iconthehungergamesoct:

Basic summary -

-Alec mourns Tony's loss briefly. He's still suffering from a stab wound to the left shoulder and cut on the left arm.
-He is given a medium food item. (I used my sponsorship points for this)
-He finds water and then runs into panthers. He makes a run for it, eventually is caught. He sustains a wound to his right arm, still usable but will become serious if left untreated, and has injured at least two ribs from the fall he took.
-He then traveled to the cornucopia to try and find help. He almost drowns, but barely makes it, and only takes duct tape to try and patch himself up with pieces of his uniform to press against the wounds to stop the bleeding.
-He is sad and broken up over Tony's loss, but is using that loss to propel himself forward in order to win the Games.

And that's about it. My poor baby. He had some serious cats to deal with. He probably has a number of bruises alongside all the more serious injuries.

I hope he makes it :heart:


Jill Hope
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CosTrader Featured By Owner Feb 11, 2014
Happy birthday!! :)
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Thank you!
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You're welcome :)
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Happy birthday Cloud! :squee:
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i have your EXACT same shirt ;3; scary.
nice gallery ;3;
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LOL totally~
And thank you so much!
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;u; no problemm! <3
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I love Louis too even Niall, Liam and Harry
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LOL that's awesome. They all have a special place in my heart, but Louis is my boy. c:
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