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Fallen Tributes: Game 41

Othello's Final Interview

Othello rubbed his eyes, blinking with still a subtle speck of surprise upon seeing the scarlet shade looking back in the mirror. He hated the surgeries his stylist made him get, but knew that as long as the Capitol was happy, he would be safe though always pulled taught by the government’s leash. He adjusted the collar over his neck and licked his new incisors, still not used to the way they settled in his mouth. Othello wore a suit of alternating black and white, making his red eyes pop as the camera light shined on them.

“It’s great to finally meet the man we’ve all grown attached to on TV.” Kastos began.

“Well,” Othello said with a smile. “It’s great to be that man.” He reached his hands out and shook the twin’s hands.

“I mean, I thought I had a lot of kills in my game,” Kardos began. “But ten? And with my favorite weapon sometimes? I think I found my second favorite victor.”

“Besides me of course right?” Kastos asked.

“No, me.” Kardos shot back.

The audience laughed. Kastos shook his head. “Why am I not surprised? Anyways, back to the man of the year. What’s it feel like to be alive, it mustn’t have been easy to watch your pack go.”

“You’d think that, but when they’re paralyzed and you have a chainsaw in your hand there isn’t much difficulty to it, haha.” After the audience simmered down, Othello continued. “Well, I mean, yeah it was hard to watch Nirvana and Jay go, but you know in the end, I know they would’ve done the same, and I wouldn’t have blamed them. The game makes you do things you thought you could never do.”

“Like cutting off your own leg?” Kardos asked. “I gotta admit that took guts.”

Othello shrugged and smirked. “It was either that or get poisoned. Plus I think I’ll manage.” Othello lifted up his pant leg, showing the new leg that had regrown back after the events of the arena.

“I was just as surprised as you were to see that leg grow back.” Kardos admitted.

“Seriously though,” Kastos began. “How many transformations did you go through in that arena.’ Othello leaned back and laughed as did the audience. ‘You start off as a delinquent, then become a tribute, then an alpha werewolf, then the man with the bionic eye, then a legless werewolf, then a kanima—”

“Then a victor.” Othello finished. The audience cheered.

“You heard it folks, with a whopping ten kills and still-beating heart, I present Othello Ramone, your latest and greatest victor!” Kardos announced.

Othello held his toothy smile, fangs and all until the cameras were off and he was off stage. He tore off his grin and his collar, disgusted to have ever had it on in the first place.

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To the Victor

I need a well-written final interview as well as your Victor Biography.

Congratulations!

-HGM Matt

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The Final Battle

The four tributes woke up on the final night of the arena to the sound of a parachute fluttering down to greet each of them. The tributes, Othello in particular, was tickled by the dog collars they were given. Vogue slipped hers on, captivated by the glimmering jewels. Alcina begrudgingly put hers on as well, finding it very demeaning. Xhosa would have put hers on, but the burns that licked the left side of her body prevented her from doing so. Othello was laughing.

"Really? Turn us into wolves then hand us some collars." He muttered, eventually wrapped it around his throat. a click signifying that it was locked into place. He looked to what he believed was an area where the Gamemakers had hidden cameras. "Happy now?"

Xhosa knew that the time for formalities was over. She had all of her weapons and supplies sprawled out in front of her, ready to utilize them to the fullest. However, she would not be fighting that night, not by a long shot. She had more important matters to attend to. As the body suit of armor slid over her salve covered body, she rolled up the sleeve to expose her wrist. She took a dagger and placed it over the faint glow that hummed underneath her epidermis.Without the slightest hesitation she let the blade sink into her dark skin, which was now wet with blood. She fished out the tracker and tossed it into the sea, where they would think her body would be.

Othello winced in pain as he ripped his damage eye away from the optic nerve. Blood streamed down his handsome cheeks and dripped into his lap. He tossed the serrated knife away from him, grabbing the bionic eye instead, forcing it into his eye socket. He cried out in pain as it mended itself into his body, connecting to his optic nerve. He blinked a couple of times and found that he could see, in fact, even better than he could before. His eye could now zoom in and out without a second thought. He smiled. He could get used to that. He got off the table in one of the houses and started to plan out how the finale would go out. Following, he went to work...

Alcina had been running through the forest, explosive blades in each hand. She was the underdog, literally. She had also proven that she deserved to be with the others, all of whom had technically killed someone, if one counted the District 2 girl's death for Xhosa. She let out a pent up breath and started to climb, a favorite activity of hers. When she reached the top she started to smell the smoke. A fire was brewing about forty yards away from her. She swallowed, dropping down the trunk of the tree in less than six seconds. As she landed on the forest floor, she felt something cold and damp hit her back. It slid down her back and landed in the mud. She picked it up. It was a slab of raw meat. She was confused for a moment until she saw several real wolves running toward her, their home being burned down in the fire. They snarled at her as they smelled the meat. She tossed an explosive knife at their feet and darted toward the beach.

Othello smiled as he watched Alcina run from the pack of wolves. He followed her, trying to keep silent, but he figured she wouldn't hear him anyway. Once she was on the beach, the wolves had started to sink their teeth into her pale flesh. She was being bitten in her legs and her arms, thrashing about until a loud revving noise scared the feral animals away. She looked in confusion, tears clouding her judgement as the sound continued. When her eyes finally cleared up, she saw that Othello was approaching, a chainsaw in hand. She whipped out a knife and tossed it at Othello. The boy, with his new eye, sidestepped but was blown back a little by the explosion. His face landed only inches from the spinning teeth of the machine.

Othello dodged two more knives, covering his ears to protect from the noise. He hurriedly grabbed his chainsaw and swung it at an angle. It caught Alcina right under her right breast and cut all the way through to her left shoulder. Both she and Othello were covered in blood as the banshee screamed, signifying her death. He let out a sigh as he unclipped her collar, putting it on over his own. He smirked. He was really beginning to look like the Capitol's bitch.

As he walked away from the body in order to have it be collected by the Capitol, Xhosa ran full speed at the oncoming claw. As it scooped up the two halves of Alcina, she jumped on it, wrapping her limbs around it. Othello saw the girl trying to escape and became angry. It wouldn't work, he told himself. A boy from his district tried that four years ago and he paid the ultimate price. He whipped out two bottles of ginger ale and shook them up, using his claws to pierce them. Guess I better congratulate her. He thought, smiling, as he let them fly into the side of her head.

The girl from the ninth district fell from the claw as it receded back up into the hovercraft. She couldn't get up. It appeared as though she was struggle with her ankle. Othello took the opportunity and ran toward her with iron ball in hand. As he lifted up his arm to strike her, the serrated blade they were given slid into his abdomen. He felt his innards start to pop out from his abdomen. With all of his might, he slammed the iron ball into the side of her skull, leaving a large dent that caused one of her eyes to bulge a little bit. As he was about to finish her off, he saw that the only other tribute left had finally made her appearance. Her long strawberry blonde hair blew in the moonlight as she lifted her katana. Blood was still caked around her lips from Armani's heart. Othello slipped on Xhosa's collar as well as her armored tunic, which held his insides back in as it molded to his body. The girl's banshee cried out.

“Vogue.” He called out. The career stared him down, having watched the entire two fights.

“Othello.” she responded. The two had never talked before, but it was clear that these were the two alphas of the arena, it was going to be between them in the end and now it was time to see who was going home.

Othello revved his chainsaw and dragged it behind him, surrounding himself with sand. He reached down and grabbed a handful of sand, throwing it in her eyes before clawing with his gloves. He knew the tracker jacker venom was injected into her, but he didn’t realize Vogue was doing something similar. Othello looked down in his leg to see a dart injected. Without hesitating he chopped off his own leg with the chainsaw. He wasn’t willing to die from poison and wanted to stop the flow immediately. With another flash, Vogue slashed down with her sword and chopped off his other leg. Othello crawled off, back towards his trap.

His chainsaw was far off, his legs were gone, and he was being chased down by a career. Though she was loopy from the venom, she still charged forward, missing a few swipes. Othello recognized the effects of the venom and knew he had to strike now while she was the most exposed. After her sword bounced off his armor, Othello jammed his gloves into the sand, knowing he had buried the rest of the mountain ash here. He raised his claws up, now covered in the black powder as he slashed across Vogue’s legs and reaching up to her torso, driving five sharp nails across her stomach. The wound swelled and rotted from the mountain ash, giving Vogue anticipation.

Vogue sped off. Othello knew that he couldn’t chase after her without legs, but there may be a way. Othello quickly took out both Kanima injections and injected himself, unsure what would happen. The transformation was rough and painful, as Othello felt his entire skin flip over and turn to scales. His titanium fangs popped out of his mouth as larger reptilian teeth took their place. Othello’s bionic eye popped out of his skull as reptilian slitted pupils looked across the beach at Vogue. He was no longer himself, but Othello looked down at his new body, to see that his legs had grown back. Without any hesitation he ran after the wolf and slashed the back of her neck with his claws. Vogue fell to the sand with a thud, only to be lifted up quickly by Othello’s tail. The tail wrapped around her neck strangling her as she dangled in the air. Othello slashed with his claws at her limbs, removing them through cuts and rips, leaving her to be a torso with waves of blood flowing out where her limbs once was. Othello brought the girl closer to him with his tail and bit her neck, removing the diamond collar. Othello tossed the girl into the ocean with his tail, watching her struggle to keep her head above the water without limbs.

Othello watched his hands turn back to flesh, every so often glancing out into the water as Vogue’s head fell below the surface. It would only be seconds now until she would start breathing in the water that would take her life. Othello stood up, his clothes in shreds on the ground. He refused to put them on, fully embodying the attack dog that the Capitol helped breed. He reached down and strapped on all four collars that had fallen off from the transformation, snapping on Vogue’s diamond collar seconds before her cannon fired. Naked and with a restrained neck, Othello sat on the beach and looked out into the ocean, glad to be alive but not glad to be himself. The hovercraft did eventually come and Othello reluctantly held his hand out to grab the ladder. But then he took it away only for a second to grab his leather jacket and slip it on. Still splatted with the blood of his pack members, it would serve as a reminder of all he had to go through to finally be free. From prison, from the games, but he couldn’t help but wonder if he’d ever truly be free now that he was a Capitol celebrity. He would ponder this later but for now would sit and speak like the obedient dog he had become.

"The Victor of the 41st Annual Hunger Games, Othello Ramone of District Seven!"

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Feast Bag Contents

A gallon of water

A sturdy knife with a 6 inch serrated blade

6 feet of rope

An iron ball

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Night 2: The Feast

On the second night of the 41st Annual Hunger Games, the remaining ten tributes were eying the Cornucopia as if it were a delicious slab of steak. Vogue wasn't nervous that her pack was only two members strong while that District 7 slum had five idiots behind him, ready to die for the boy. She rolled her eyes at her thought. Then, there was the lone girl and the hunter. They were just pawns in her game, extras to be eliminated at her leisure. To be frank, they all were.

Othello watched carefully as Xhosa skirted the edge of the forest. The girl was to get the packs while Upton cleaned up the battlefield. They were getting close to the end and he was getting a bit torn up at the thought of losing his pack, but the rest of them seemed okay with the thought. Armani looked as though he was going to flee at any moment. Unsurprising. Jay was drinking the ale, calming his nerves. Nirvana was shaking like a twig. Othello just hoped it would all be over soon.

Alcina and Alexier were far more nervous than the others, who were secure in their packs. These two were playing solo which meant they had no support, no backup. Alcina could see the boy in the tree. She was ready to kill, twirling the tomahawks in her hands.

As the gong sounded, Vogue noticed a black circle that ringed the cornucopia area. There was a small opening where the emissary was located. She had more of the black powder in her hand as she stepped across the line. Whilst doing so, she seal the circle with the mysterious dust. She watched as Grey ran to devour the girl, her team no longer there to support her. As Grey tried to cross, her skin broke out in hives and a terrible squeal escaped from her burning throat. Vogue looked in curiosity as the girl was beginning to seize. It was her chance. She took her golden katana and cut a vertical stripe down the girl's chest. She cried out in pain as her black blood oozed from the wound. She cursed. Idiot girl. Damn that fucking witch. She would get some hearts tonight, even if that meant risking her own life.

As Alexier cross the ash, his foot skewed the pathway, unbeknownst to Xhosa. The girl had four bags clutched in her fingers, ready to deliver them to her pack. The boy shot four of his silver bolts into the girl's chest. Her eyes widened and she fell on her back, seemingly defeated. Alexier smiled beautifully as his hand grasped a bag, slipping it over his strong shoulders. It was short lived as he watched something fly into the air. The potassium hit the table with a spark and the table, as well as Alexier, was lost in the explosion. Xhosa, who has survived thanks to the wooden armor she crafted, let out a blood curdling scream as half of her body was burned away along with the armor. She ran as fast as she could to the ocean, hoping it would dissipate the flames. Alcina smiled, knowing the last hunter was dead. Two banshees screamed, one for the poisoned girl and the other for the boy with no form.

"What are you doing?" Jay cried as Othello injected Upton with the secret serum.

"Just what I need to," Othello smiled, his handsome face crinkled. "Now, go, Upton."

Upton, the uptight butler, developed a series of scales as the liquid coursed through his veins. His features turned reptilian, mutating into what was believed to be a kanima. A muttation fit for the record books. The new creature flashed a grisly smile, filled with needle-like teeth. The boy reached behind Nirvana and Jay's necks and swiped the newly formed talons against the back of their necks. The two boys fell to the ground, paralyzed from the toxins. Othello smiled.

"Why?" Nirvana wept.

Othello chuckled, revving his chainsaw, "Only one of us gets out, you knew that when you were reaped. Nothing personal."

He brought down the spinning blade against the boys' necks. Their blood coated him in little specks of red, matching his eyes and tank top. He licked his lips, the foreign blood entering his own blood stream. Three banshees screamed for the losses of Nirvana and Jay. Wait, three? Othello looked over his shoulder to find Armani's now yellow tank top stained with scarlet, a hole where his heart should have been and a bright smile across his neck. He heard a sloshing sound and a primal cry. The boy formerly known as Upton was in two halves, his body reverting to its original form as his blood left his system. Vogue kicked the upper half away from the bottom as it tried to reconnect. She took a bite of her district partner's heart and wink at Othello.

"You bitch!" He cried out, his chainsaw swinging at her wrist as she cut his eye into two halves, like she did with Upton's body. As her hand hit the ground, she flew off into the woods, up towards the gazebo. He watched Alcina flee with one of Xhosa's bags into the woods. He looked upon his fallen pack with a snarl. He grabbed his supplies and ran off into the brick houses to tend to his damaged eye, which was leaking blood and viscous jelly.

As the third day began, the tributes were prepared to end it once and for all.

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Task 4-Night 2/The Feast

You all sleep through the day and are woken up at twilight by an announcement in the arena. Head Gamemaker Matt announces that a feast will be taking place.

Important details below the cut.