And I enjoyed as much as I possibly can! I met 26 amazing people with all unique personalities. I know I was probably one major pain in the butt; but, believe me, it was hard at times. I know I have caused so many problems for a lot of you, and I sincerely apologize. I take all faults.
Brenda and Meg, you both made it through so far; it was a pleasure to see both of you in the final situation.
I want to congratulate Dillon, our victor! His submissions are always exciting to read, especially with those fun Disney reads. You deserve it. :D
I also want to thank Kotori and Volt for letting me Gamemake with them and understanding why I departed early; they're both AMAZING guys.
Now, I know some of you may already know who I am; but for those who don't, let me officially introduce myself.
I'm LeaAnn! I know some of y'all are like "OMG, THAT'S IVY?!" Yep. It's me. I'm that Gamemaker that did those horrible things in the Earth quarter. Well, if you haven't already followed me, you're welcome to [HERE]. Remember that I love you all no matter what!
Congratulations to Dillon, the Victor of the Fourth Quarter Quell!
Also, I want to congratulate Brenda and Meg for making it all the way to the end. Both of you absolutely deserved to make it to the end. But as the Games have come to a close, it is time for the world to know just who Gamemaker Volt is....
For those of you who don't know yet, my name is Christian. I decided to Gamemaker as a favor to my good friend Kotori. It's been amazing and all 26 of our Tributes are absolutely lovely. But now, my time is up. If you wish to keep in contact, you can find me here.
The three remaining Tributes manage to venture on their own, knowing that they are alive, and that is about it. They knew that there must have only been a handful of them left, and the numbers were surely enough to mean these games were coming to an end. Brenda, Meg, and Dillon took comfort in that fact. They knew they’d be out sooner or later, and each one welcomed life and especially life outside the Arena. The Gamemakers had managed to place the sun high into the sky, and it wasn’t moving. According to the sun, it’s been noon for far too long, and that was never a good thing. The games always came to a peak when the natural world was manipulated and the Gamemakers insisted on ruining any way to keep time.
Meg plays the sounds of Issac’s screams in her mind over and over. The sound of such a hulking man being killed would always haunt her nightmares, and she couldn’t shake the chills that ran through her body. She remembers the few hours they had of peace together, and how Issac seemed to have such a fire in his eyes. She recalled how he looked before Sian managed to request medicine that saved his life. She had given up the one thing that could guarantee her victory, and now she was dead too. Sian and Issac were dead. The only real alliance Meg had, and she hadn’t really helped either one of them.
She remembers all the chances she had-both to help and to possibly die-and how she decided to run and hide instead of fight. She lets sobs wrack her body as she mourns the loss of the only people she really got the slightest opportunity to know. She sends up a prayer that their families would find comfort.
Meg takes two thin sticks from a tree nearby and braids her hair then places it in a bun, using the sticks to hold it in place. She then takes the dagger and places it in her bun, hiding it from view at a quick glance. Satisfied with the dagger, she takes the slingshot and tests it to make sure it will hold and then finds a few stones to place in her pockets. Meg manages to send up a prayer of thanks and as she does, there appears to be something pulling in the fog of the Air Quarter.
Meg lifts her gaze to the horizon and what she sees horrifies her. She sees stone and earth form itself into a mass that was about five feet tall and looked about as big as a car. “Great, “she thought, “another Mutt.” She stands up and gets herself ready for a fight or a flight, depending on how this goes. She looks at the mutt and suddenly hears Kotori’s voice come over the ear-piece, “Meg, congratulations on coming this far. You’re in the final three. To make sure you go where we want you for the final fight, meet my golem. Good luck, and may the odds be ever in your favor.” There is nothing but silence, and she loses her breath as the golem ignites into flame. The flame looks like it’s dripping, almost like the consistency of mud.
She decided at this point, flight is her best option. She stands near the tree she found her sticks at and watches the golem, and suddenly the creature hurls a ball of magma towards her. The tree near her ignites and sparks fly everywhere. Meg smells the distinct scent of burnt hair, and knows it was too close for comfort. She tries to think of where the Gamemakers would want her and decides to head back the way she came.
The earth beneath her feet rumbles and magma starts shooting from the ground. She glances back and realizes the earth shakes and rumbles when the golem jumps. She starts to time the golem’s jumps and finds it has a steady rhythm. She starts to time it and when the golem jumps, she bends at the knees and hips. When the golem was about to land, Meg would jump. This allowed her to keep her balance and she started to run with the rhythm in mind. Every time she should have jumped, she would stretch her legs a little farther like a leap. It allowed her to get across a distance and not face the chance of dying due to a loss of balance.
She can hear the rumble of the golem approach her and she smells burning earth. The golem approaches her and she can’t believe how such a large thing can move so fast. Then, she realizes why. It rolls into a ball and rolls a ways and then stands up and the process repeats.
The earth starts to shake a bit more and magma is hurled towards her, luckily it seems the goal is to get her to the location and that’s what it does. As soon as she breaches the point where the Cornucopia territory comes into view it stops and simply dissolves into the earth and Meg decides to stay where she is.
Brenda managed to keep up her pace as she tries to get her thoughts sorted in the Quarter she remains in. Her ally has died, and she doesn’t even know what to do at this point. She knows there must be only a select few Tributes left, meaning the Gamemakers will be looking for a climax and a great finale to their show. Brenda smiles to herself, as she knows that the game put on so far, has been a brilliant one.
She gathers her supplies and lays her trident and ringed blade in front of her. She decides that the best way to carry the blade was to place it around her upper body like a sash, and then she carries her trident in her hands, ready for any attack that may come. The weight from the bladed ring on her shoulder reminds her of the wound she suffered previously, and it’s still tender to weight.
Brenda heard her ear-piece come on and heard Ivy’s voice. “Glad to see you’re awake. I’m back for the finale. Here you go, you are in the final three and you have to meet back at the Cornucopia for the final battle. However, to keep you from staying where you are, I’ve made a lovely creature for you to deal with if you stay, and to possibly rough you up before the finale. Meet my golem.”
Brenda stares ahead, and sees there is a mass of earth taking shape into something that could deal quite a bit of damage. The mass is formed of the earth, and there are vines, bugs, and roots in this creature, almost like its bones. The creature before her took shape. She watched as it became aware of itself and started moving in slow, jerking movements toward her. She felt that by staying by the tree, she would manage to avoid it.
However, the golem had better things in mind. The golem started to crash towards Brenda and the soil beneath her seemed to move with her, keeping her balance from being right. She could feel the earth shake and rumble under her as she tried to get to the cornucopia, assuming that would be where the Gamemakers wanted the final battle to take place. She heads to the Cornucopia and feels the ringed blade bounce off of her shoulders, putting pressure on her shoulder, causing her to wince with the pain form her previous wound, “They’ll heal it when I win. They’ll heal it when I win.” That’s all Brenda has to keep her going, knowing she’ll win this and her body will be back to “normal,” whatever that may be now.
Brenda loses track of where she is and before long, she realizes that she has made it to where she wanted. She is in close proximity to the Cornucopia, the golden horn shining bright with the sun being so high in the sky. She looks around and notices that Meg is arriving at just about the same time.
Dillon was grabbing his supplies, getting his weapons together, he quickly stitched a strap that was long enough to hold the patchwork bag as a messenger bag that the mayor’s assistants used back home. He wound the chain of his Kusari Gama around his arm and grabbed the handle of the scythe part before he headed out. Suddenly, he heard Volt’s voice, “Dillon, good job on becoming a finalist in The Fourth Quarter Quell. There are two others out there standing between you and victory, do well and may the odds be ever in your favor. Also, have fun with a little creation. His name is golem, good-bye now.” With that, the ear piece clicked off and Dillon felt the silence press around him.
The silence didn’t last long; soon the golem that Volt mentioned came bursting through a small gathering of trees. The golem he was facing was on fire, and he couldn’t believe the body of the golem wasn’t burning into ash, seeing as it was made of wood. Suddenly, Dillon was now on the offensive, he planned on taking this thing down before it took him down.
Dillon quickly unwrapped his Kusari Gama from his shoulder and grasped it in a way that he could attack at a moment’s notice. The golem launches towards Dillon, narrowly missing the boy from Eight. This was going to bring Dillon some pain, and he knew it. “Don’t let him hit your arm. It may be healing, but it isn’t healed all the way.” With that, Dillon started to circle the creature to try and get a glimpse.
Suddenly, Dillon had a plan. He took his weapon and launched the blade portion at the creature, and the arm of the creature was severed and fell to the floor, extinguishing with a hiss. Dillon quickly kept moving, ensuring he stayed light on his feet.
It felt like minutes went on between each attack, but Dillon managed to take his weapon and remove the head of the golem, and quickly after that the golem dissolved into ash and blew into the wind. Dillon managed to remain unharmed, except for his arm. This was throbbing in pain and agony.
Dillon quickly sped off to the Cornucopia, feeling his tension grow. He glanced around and saw the other two Tributes. Meg and Brenda, the underdog and the District Partner.
THE RENDEZVOUS
Meg V. Brenda
Brenda looks at the place all three of them have come to, and she sees that Meg is there. The girl from District Nine, “I can’t believe she made it this far,” Brenda scoffs, “She probably didn’t even get a damn kill.” The feeling that coursed through Brenda was one of instinct and survival. Brenda knew that it was either her or Meg, and it sure as hell wasn’t going to be Brenda buried under the ground. She pauses as she looks at Meg, who seems to be heading to the tail end of the Cornucopia. “That little bitch isn’t going to hide out and win. No, she’s going to fight this time.” With that, Brenda takes her trident in her hand and marches off to Meg, who now stood with her back to the Cornucopia as she scanned. Brenda could tell when Meg noticed her, Meg tensed up and got into a defensive position.
Without warning, Brenda takes off towards Meg with the trident posed in front of her, ready to impale the girl from Nine. She runs as fast as she can, and she feels the ground beneath her push her forward. This was going to be her kill, and she knew it.
Meg isn’t sure what to do, with her allies dead and no place to hide, she braces for impact. As Brenda sees that Meg isn’t going to dodge, she decided to get some physical contact going. She takes the trident, places it behind her, and hurls herself at Meg sideways. This knocks Meg down to the ground, and Brenda takes her trident and shoves it through Meg’s right arm, holding it to the ground.
Meg manages to take her left hand to grab her dagger, and she isn’t sure she will make it out of this. She stabs at Brenda and the blade makes contact with Brenda’s calf, causing warm crimson to flow from Brenda. Meg is proud of the fact she managed to get that in, then Meg tries to get up-forgetting the trident had her pinned, thanks to adrenaline-and a shriek comes from her lips.
Brenda takes her ringed blade and slices at Meg’s left arm, after a few failed attempts to make contact; Brenda manages to slice through Meg’s arm, causing a rush of blood to come from the stub that was left on Meg. Meg lets out a scream that sounds like it comes from something other than a human. Suddenly, Meg is making inaudible babble to Brenda, begging for forgiveness. “No, I won’t let her live.” Brenda thinks. With that, she takes her ringed blade and manages to slice through Meg’s neck causing a spray of blood to soak Brenda as Meg’s head rolled away. Suddenly, a canon fired and Brenda knew it was either her and one other Tribute left, and she headed into the mouth of the Cornucopia to wait face her District Partner.
Dillon V. Brenda
Dillon grabs the weapons of his allies, and he gets them arranged in a way that he can still maneuver and do so very well. He watches as Brenda and Meg battle it out, knowing one of them will be the one who has to die by his hands in order to live and come out of the Arena alive. “Come on Meg, kill Brenda. I can’t kill her and go back to my home. It wouldn’t be right.” Dillon wanted to face Brenda, knowing it’d be a good show and the Victor would kill the other in a way that the victim would respect.
As Brenda claims victory with her weapons and the sound of a canon, the weight of the situation weighs down onto Dillon. He knows what he has to do, and he starts to follow Brenda to the actual Cornucopia. The one place that would give life in these games, would be the place where the final death took place.
He heads to the golden source of life and manages to use the sword that Tanner dropped as a stepping tool to get up to the top. He tries to be quiet, though it wasn’t successful, but Brenda’s pacing caused her to not hear anything as her shoes scraped on the Cornucopia. He grabs his blow gun and his darts and gets one ready and he leans over the edge of the Cornucopia. This was going to be the warning shot, it would give away his location. It’d be all the better if it killed her. He inhales and the dart launches into Brenda’s thigh, causing her to lose her footing and she slips.
Brenda lets out a scream, it would have been stupid during the games but since it was only these two left, she knew it didn’t matter. She pulls the dart of and she realizes it was poisoned. If she could kill him before the poison killed her, it’d be fine. They’d save her. She gets up and grabs her trident and she goes to the end of the Cornucopia, to protect her back.
THE RISE
Dillon realizes what Brenda is doing and decided to go for it, there is nothing else to do. As he jumps down from the top of the Cornucopia, a sleet starts to fall from the sky and he goes to get the sword, except it’s been frozen into the ground and the Cornucopia. “Of course, it’s a special sleet.” Dillon sighs. He decides to take one his Kusari Gama and readies it.
As he approaches Brenda, their breathing can be heard, just barely. The sound of the sleet hitting the Cornucopia, the sounds of their feet scratching the surface inside; it all makes a melody of finality.
Brenda lunges her trident at Dillon, as he manages to wrap the chain of the Kusari Gama around it, and rip it from her hands. He launches it out of the Cornucopia, leaving her without one of her weapons.
She takes her ringed blade, and starts to go on the defensive. Dillon driving her as far as he can, to the tail of the Cornucopia. He swings his Kusari Gama and it starts to slice at her. She can’t get the blade blocked with her weapon in time, and she starts to bleed from the multiple cuts she is getting. The blood seeping from the cuts soaking her outfit.
Dillon knows all he has to do is keep her from him and she will have had the poison take effect. Sure enough, as her body starts to twitch and she loses control, she collapses onto the floor, the ringed blade sliding out of reach. Her arms have become paralyzed and Dillon straddles her chest.
“Brenda, I’ll take care of your family. I promise.” Dillon lets a few tears fall, it’s safe to do so now, and as he does, he takes the blade of the Kusari Gama and decapitates Brenda. Her head removed blood pours out and soaks the knees of Dillon’s pants. The sound of the canon reverberates in the Cornucopia, and then Dillon starts to realize what happened. He won, he really won.
“Panem, Capitol, and Dillon; I present to you the Victor of the Fourth Quarter Quell!” Kotori’s voice rings out, announcing Dillon as the Victor.
Dillon grabs Brenda and lays her and her head outside, so the hovercraft can take it. He weeps, mourning the loss of his District Partner.
Soon, Dillon is picked up by another hover craft and he is formally announced Victor on the televisions across Panem. They replay scenes where his wit was shown, scenes where he was involved in deaths, and his final kill played over the air on replay for the next week it seemed. Dillon was Victor, Dillon was alive, Dillon finally went home.
The memories of what happened in the Arena never left Dillon, he never fully forgot what it was like, Instead of turning to drugs or alcohol like most Victors, he turned to fabric. He created so many wonderful pieces of fashion that many Capitol citizens requested him to make pieces for their wardrobes or for their weddings. Dillon never talked about the Arena often, but you could see the Arena played out in the color choices of his creations. Deep blues, bright reds, emerald green, pure whites, and deep crimson red; these were the colors that played vital roles in his creations.
Volt and I are piecing together and typing up the final situation. Don't worry, it'll be out soon (unless something keeps us from it), we are about one third of the way through.
"Hoc golem est prope tua temptationem. Probare te habes melius. Tributa, uti tuaingenia, vel elst Ille lacerantes te in frenos. Terreno et aere, igne et aqua vitam omnes quatuor superiores. Faciam hoc et illud usque lacerant, donec ultimo proelio prope est."
