The Fall of the Waterbornes (Story+Games! 701st)

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Okay that was stupid. But time to get serious. This is the fall of the Waterbornes, a story depicting how they might meet there end.

This story is going to center around Amlyn Fjord Waterborne, one of the waterborne's who's name was changed and moved with an adoptive family to protect her from the Capitol. In it there will be plenty of lore, but do note, it will be written only from this character's point of view. It's going to be a challenge, and that's why.

But you can enter characters anyways. I'll try to fit them in to the tale, and yes, like the title says, there will be a games. There will be tributes, and they'll probably be yours. If all spots aren't filled, then i'll fill em.

So begin!

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Christopher Waterborne
23 days in this desert. The 700th games, a quarter quell. They decided to TRIPLE the tributes, and I was one of the 3 District 4 Males. Being a waterborne, the desert was a major disadvantage. But I was the best waterborne there was, and now I made it to the final 2 tributes.

After I put down the treachorous 2nd reaped boy from 2, I thought the games were over. But apparently one tribute still remained, and I had tracked them down. The girl was clever, I saw her before. The 1st reaped girl from 11. She was in my way of pulling the most impressive victory of any waterborne. To survive against 71 other tributes.

A thunderstorm was brewing, but I didn't care. I stormed into the sand mound she had made for shelter, thrusting forward with my sword. It got stuck in the sand, as I cursed. Weaponless, I saw her trying to flee. She wasn't going to escape from me.

I charged after her, slowly gaining on her. I then tackled her to the ground, taking no time into beating her down. After she lost the will to fight after I beat her to the pulp, I wrapped my hands around her throat, squeezing tight. I watched as the life drained from her eyes, before she finally lost consciousness.

I stood up, victorious. I was just waiting for the cannon to boom and for me to be announced victor. But it didn't. Confused, I looked around for any potential tribute left, just thunder boomed, and something struck me with otherworldy force. Lightning. I only saw electricity everywhere, before I collaped, the last noise being an echoing boom...

The Calm before the Storm
An unearthly quiet filled the Waterborne Castle. We'd all gathered in the giant foyer, watching the games, being loud and rooting for Christopher to win. Then, it just went silent. Chris had the games won. He'd beaten the final tribute to submission. She would've died soon. But the Capitol had pity for the underdog... they sent that lightning bolt that ended Chris's life.

Arthur stood up, facing all the Waterbornes. "Christopher should've won the 700th Games. He'd skillfully taken out 8 tributes by himself, and had the final one nearly dead. But the CAPITOL thought otherwise." he said, slamming his hand on the table. "It's time we do something about it."

Most of us agreed to his plan. I didn't. Arthur had everyone old enough to fire a gun immediately suited up. I was sent into a squad, dressed in camouflaged t-shirt and coarse camo pants, tied down with combat boots. My hair was tied in a long ponytail, and in my hands I held an assault rifle. "Why am I doing this?" I thought to myself. This task could possibly kill me.

"Amlyn." I hear someone call my name. My older sister who I looked very similar to stands there. "Bridgett..." I say, a quiver in my voice. "Don't worry... we'll get through this. Together." she said, grabbing my hand. She was 7 years older than me, and had always guided me through tough times. I could still trust her even now.

We loaded up in various vehicles that the Waterbornes had owned. Arthur had declared war... and had planned to cut off District 4 from the rest of Panem. We were going to blockade the panhandle from Central Florida and District 4.

The Capitol wasn't prepared for our wrath. The initial peacekeeper force was overwhelmed. Only after they signaled the air siren was when the peacekeeper barracks and central station were on alarm. "Get out of the jeep now!" an older male Waterborne said to me, Bridgett, and two others. We filed out of the jeep, gunfire sounding from all sides.

I sprinted past many peacekeeper corpses, taking cover behind a stack of Plywood. Bridgett crouched beside me, aiming her gun and firing on the balcony of the Central Station. I took aim and fired at the front door, watching as a peacekeeper fell out from behind it. I'd just killed someone... and it wasn't a good feeling either.

"Come on, let's move!" Bridgett says to me. "The others are pushing inside the station now!" I follow my brave sister as the fighting begins in the corridors of the facility. I duck in and out of rooms for cover, trying to limit my shots as I didn't want to kill anyone else. I was unable to stop myself, as 2 more peacekeepers died by my gunfire, before finally, we'd taken the ground floor of the building.

"The peacekeeper barracks are in flames. Let's set this place on them too!" The captain of our squad, some funky past victor named... Viktor Waterborne, shouted with glee. Other bloodthirsty waterbornes shouted happily, each one of them lighting molotov cocktails and throwing them up the stairs. "For Christopher!" many of them shouted, as I watched in horror as burning capitol agents flailed down the stairs only to be shot up by my own relatives.

I was sitting alone that night, trying to overcome the stress from the event. Everyone else was in the grand dining hall, partying up a storm, as we now controlled District 4. Our casualties were small compared to the capitol force. I knew the victory was short lived... we couldn't war with a nation like the capitol. No one else, not even Bridgett, could say the same.

Operation Gulf Raid
Dawn broke through the next day. I would've thought the battle last night was just a dream. But as I looked out the window, it wasn't an different. The Central Building was just rubble, and the peacekeeper barracks wasn't even there. The corpses were all piled up on each other, as I witnessed several people light it on fire with gasoline and matches.

"Amlyn, we must go." Bridgett says to me. "Why?" I ask, confused. "Operation Gulf Raid. A capitol supply base is located just west of here, in the southern coast of what once was Alabama. We've got 3 helicopters, and our squad is going to be in one of them."

Everyone was buzzing with excitement. I was just gripped with fear. Taking over District 4 was one thing, we knew the territory like the back of our hand. But Alabama's coast... unheard of to most of us. "Come on, it'll be fine." Bridgett said to me, on the helicopter ride. I didn't believe her this time... this wasn't going to be alright.

"Target spotted. Ramirez get on the helicopter MG and light the building up." our squad leader Jon ordered. "Going in for a strafe run Light 1 and Light 3." our pilot said. "Copy that Light 2." We sat with bated breath, as our helicopter strafed through the supply base. Ramirez fired the machine gun and I could only watch as he took down a dozen or so unarmed workers in the base. This was a crime..

All of a sudden a loud explosion filled the helicopter. Ramirez was shaken from his gun as he slipped out of the helicopter, screaming to his 40 foot drop into the Gulf of Mexico. I grabbed ahold of the wall, as the 5 others in the helicopter began to panic.

"We've been hit!" I heard Jon say on a comm radio. "Pilot's down, I repeat, Pilot's down!" he said again. Fire was taking over the falling helicopter, we'd been hit by an anti air missile. "May day, may da-" soon our helicopter crashed hard into the water.

I was shaken, in pain. My sides hurt, but I was alive. Most of the other soldiers in the helicopter didn't survive the crash, and I thought I was the only one. "Bridgett?!" I say, scared. "I'm here Amlyn..." she said. She was the only other survivor, but we had more problems to deal with. The gunner door had jammed shut, and we were sinking underwater.

Immediately I threw open my survival bag. Pulling out a swim mask, I pulled it over my face, accustomed to the pressure it put on my face. Bridgett did the same, as water began to fill the helicopter. "We gotta find a way out!" I shouted. "On 3, we both go under..." Bridgett said. "One... two... three!" I took a gasp of air as I plunged underwater.

I swam through the sunken helicopter, trying not to cry as I passed by our deceased comrades. We went into the pilots cockpit, trying to find a way out. The glass. We could break it.

Lungs starting to burn for air, I began to beat on the glass with my hands. Bridgett also helped, but it wouldn't bust. We both were panicking, the glass wasn't breaking. I screamed air out in pain as blood surrounded my hand, glass cutting it to shreds. But we'd finally broken the glass.

We both swam for the surface, when I turned to see Bridget caught in the cockpit by her untied hair. She was screaming in terror, air billowing from her mouth as she started to drown. I shared some of my air with her, emptying my lungs to keep her alive. I kicked and swam to the surface, gasping for air, before I dove back under to supply Bridgett. "Where are the other helicopters?" I thought to myself.

I continued diving back down and supplying her air, until we both saw horror more terrifying that drowning... sharks. Bridgett gave me a look, and knew that only I could survive now. I tried my hardest to keep her from dying, but she decided to die instead of let me die. She pulled her swim mask off, handing it to me. She gave me a final kiss on the cheek, before she purposely exhaled as hard as she could from her nose and mouth to drown herself...

I swam away from my deceased sister, tears welling up behind my mask. I gasped for air, swimming furiously to shore. I clambered on the beach, before passing out from overexertion, sorrow taking over my dreams.

Escape from Supply Cache Delta
I awaken, looking around. Still alone on the beach. The burning wreckage of Light 1 and 3 still visible. I stood up, brushing the sand off of me. I remembered the events clearly... doing strafe runs, being hit by a missile, watching Ramirez fall to his death... but what I didn't want to remember was watching my sister drown...

"Hey! We have a survivor here!" I heard someone shout. I reached into my holster, pulling out a pistol. I aimed and shot... the gun clicked. Water had ruined it. That's when I was forced into the sand, a wet rage thrown over my mouth and nose.

I struggled, but another man held me down. The feeling was awful, like I was drowning. "Dadgum, how long can you hold your breath?" the man holding the rag asked. I kicked the second man in the crotch, before elbowing the rag wielding one in the ribs.

I jumped up, using waterborne training to fight them both. The second man was still on the ground, but the first one was raising up. I delivered a spinning kick to his side, before taking his legs out from under him. The second man had just recovered, pulling out a colt magnum.

"Not another move sister." he said coldly. Defeated, I held my hands up. "We're taking you prisoner." the first man said, getting up before tying my hands together with a strong rope. Angry, I tried to kick him, but he stepped back as I heard the gun fire.

A burning pain like no other erupted in my left shoulder. I had been shot. "Next time I'll aim." the second man said, gun still trained on me.

They took me into a cell and threw me in there, sending a capitol soldier to guard me. I sat in the cell, my mind racing. What were they going to do to me? Was I going to be tortured, paralyzed, killed? Fear began to make me shiver and shake, as I took shaky breaths, trying to calm down.

"Hmm. A female Waterborne. Such a strong woman, being one of the only survivors." A man with shaggy greying hair said as he walked in my cell, flanked by two guards. "You can forget me telling you anything. You can thank the man who shot me in the shoulder." I said angrily, my wound still bleeding.

Normally I wouldn't want to kill anyone. But these guys had activated by cold temper. They'd killed my sister, shot me and refused to show any hopsitality. As the man drawled to me in long sentences, I was already formulating an escape plan.

"...that's my offer. Tell us who started this war, and we won't lower you in the ocean head first." the greying man. "Do you honestly want to know? The mastermind behind all this?" I say. "Do tell." the man replied. "Why, he's standing right behind you."

Like the idiots they were, all three men turned aroud. I grabbed the first guard from behind, slinging him into the cell. The second guard turned around, but I punched him as hard as I could in the face. The guard fell backwards, as I turned quickly to incapicitate the first guard with a good stomp on the head.

The grey haired man charged at me with a knife, grazing my neck. Warm blood spilled down my neck, my hatred reaching a boiling point. I ducked under the man's next knife swing, twisting his knife arm until he released the blade. Kicking him to the floor, I grabbed his knife, stabbing it into his chest.

I watched as he coughed blood, before he gave me the middle finger. I crouched down, grabbing an assault rifle off of the first guy's unconscious body. I shot his middle finger off with it, to prove that rude gestures deserve no mercy. I then took off running down one of the prison halls.

Spotting a lone guard, I quickly knocked him out. Dragging the body, I took off the helmet, realizing the guard was not a man but a female. "You won't be needing these..." I said, taking the clothes off the woman and putting them on myself.

I put the helmet on, closing the visor. I could hear my heavy breathing echoing through the helmet, but I knew no one would suspect it to be me.

I sneaked through the base, eventually arriving to the vehicles station. It buzzed with activity, but I saw a jeep further away from the rest. Walking over, I found the keys in it. I started the jeep, before putting it in gear and speeding out of the hanger into the coastal cliffs.

When I was a good distance away from the base, I took the helmet off, checking how I looked in the mirror. "Still a redhead." I said, before something wrapped around my neck tight. Slamming on the breaks, I began to choke. I tried to fight whatever had me in a hold, and I had found a capitol agent in the backseat.

I pushed the gas petal on the floor, swinging the jeep around, trying to shake my attacker lose. My vision began to darken from asphyxiation, when finally, I knocked the attacker lose. I then slammed the breaks, sending him flying through the windshield, before running him over to finish the job.

Regaining my breath, I drove for about 3 hours, before I finally came on District 4. Exhausted and wounded, I walked to the fences entrance, seeing Waterbornes there. "It's Amlyn!" one of them shouted. "Yea, it's me... can you please get me a doctor or something?"

The Invasion of District 4
I was instantly brought to my mother, after of course my wound was patched. "Amlyn... I was so worried!" she said, hugging me tight. "But where's Bridgett?" My heart froze. I had to break the bad news. "Mom... Bridgett... she didn't make it..."

She took it well, which kind of hurt me. "Amlyn... you're my only child left... I have to keep you safe... please do something for me..." she responded. "What?" I asked. "I'm going to keep you safe... come with me." she said, walking out of the room. Curious, I followed.

"Wear these..." she said, handing me a case with contacts in them. "Mom, my vision is fine..." I replied. "It's not to fix your eyes... but to change their color... I don't want them to recognize you." I reluctantly obliged, and I watched as my green eyes turned blue.

She then dyed my hair to a lighter blonde color. I was barely recognizable. "Now you just need a new name... I'll let you choose this one." I thought for a moment, before deciding. "Maggie... Maggie Gina Harrison..." I replied. "It's lovely..." my mother replied. The moment was interupted when an explosion shook the manor. Me and my mother rushed to see what was going on. Thousands of peacekeepers marched from beyond the fence, hovercrafts were in the skies bombing the areas of the district that was occupied by the waterbornes. Running down stairs, my mom stopped me.

"Go, get on one of our boats, and get as far away as possible. I'll be fine, just go!" she said. I knew my mom was lying... but I went anyways.

People were shouting as explosions and gunfire sounded from every direction, as I ran to the docks of the Waterborne property. I hopped into one of the boats... just to realize I'd never operated a boat before. Fear fueled me as I tried to get it to start, but I couldn't figure it out.

I ran back into the manor, seeing people barricading the entrances. "Rally around! Do not let zis mansion fall!" Viktor shouted at the Waterbornes and mercenaries gathered in the manor. From what I could see out of the windows, corpses of both waterbornes and capitol peacekeepers filled the streets in even amounts.

"Surrender and no harm will come to you!" a capitol peacekeeper shouted from a megaphone. "SHOOT AT ZEM!" Viktor shouted, as soldiers shot out the windows, gunning down several peacekeepers. They returned fire, as I watched our soldiers closest to the window fall, most of them dead or dying.

Unable to take the sight anymore, I ran through the rear entrance, seeing a few dead mercenaries by the docks, followed by at least 12 dead peacekeepers. "Come on, they don't know we're here yet!" I heard Arthur shout to one of his mercenaries.

I rushed onto the boat they were about to leave in. "Who are you and what are you doing here?!" Arthur asked me, his 3 mercenary buddies looking at me with suspision. "I'm a mercenary... don't you remember?" I say in a different voice. "Okay fine! We just need to get out of here before-"

An explosion interrupts us all, as we see a huge part of the waterborne manor slide off into the ocean. Most of the mansion is destoryed by the explosion, as peacekeepers flood into it to kill anyone inside. "Come on let's go!" Arthur said, as the boat began to speed. We were out a good ways from shore, when all of a sudden a rocket came sailing from the cliffs.

"Abandon ship!" one of the mercenaries said. I dove into the water, getting at least 5 feet underwater before the rocket hit and blew the ship up. I swam back to the surface, looking at the wreckage of the boat.

I grabbed onto a piece of the destoryed boat, trying to stay afloat. I saw Arthur and one last mercenary clinging on to a piece of driftwood. The other two mercenaries were trying to stay afloat. One of them sank instantly and the other swam for a bit, before she too sank under.

Things only got worse. A capitol patrol boat was speeding toward us. I took a deep breath before plunging underwater, allowing myself to sink deeper and deeper into the ocean. When I saw the speedboat leave, I surfaced, catching glimpse of Arthur and the final mercenary taken prisoner. It seems the short uprising had been ended.

The Reapings
Almost a year had passed since the Invasion of District 4. 18 years old now, I was preparing for my last reaping, and my odds were at there highest.

"In the news today, rebellious leader of the Waterbornes, Arthur Waterborne, was executed publicly at the presidentail mansion. Any other waterbornes out there will be found and executed. Arthur's co conspirator Viktor Waterborne is still at large." the capitol news lady said. I walked away from the tv store, knowing I was one of the last Waterbornes alive.

I walked through the streets of district 4, mostly empty due to the reapings. I arrived to the town square, getting in line with the other 18 year old females. I waited for 15 minutes or so, before the escort of our district took the stage. She seemed cheery as usual, despite the bloodshed last year.

"Welcome everyone, to the 701st Annual Hunger Games! I'm sure you all are excited. Now, before we begin, there's a special video brought to you from the President himself! Let's take a look." I expected the same video they played every year, but this one was different.

"Greetings District 4. You all might remember the fate of one of your male tributes in the last games. You all must remember the conflict that spurred from it." Film footage showing Christopher being struck down by lightning showed, followed by the peacekeeper barracks burning.

"You must take this thought into you with the games. If someone close to you dies, do not wage war with us. We will always win." The footage showed the bomb exploding, destorying the Waterborne mansion. "So good luck, and happy hunger games." The film then ended.

"How lovely! Now, as usual, ladies first!" I was hoping for the best, but silently preparing for the worst. Christopher had volunteered, but I knew of Waterbornes who didn't volunteer, and died because they were so young. The escort took her time picking the slip, and pulled out a name.

"Maggie Harrison!"

Slowly creeping up to the stage, I stood silent. My luck, I had been picked. I wasn't scared, really. I'd survived a battle, drowning, being shot, imprisoned, and a boat explosion. The games should be a cake walk for someone like me, but I knew there would be some tributes that would be a BIG threat.

"Mack... Waterborne?"

The crowd gasped. I was shocked. There was another surviving Waterborne? Peacekeepers rushed forward, but Capitol agents stopped them. "He's in the games. I doubt he'll survive." they said. "You've survived execution here... but you won't live much longer." the peacekeepers hissed, before Mack was escorted to the stage.

"Your tributes for the 701st Hunger Games!" Our escort said in excitement, as we were sent straight to the trains, as neither of us had family to visit before we left. "Quiet a scene eh? I could've easily taken those peacekeepers." Mack said to me, crackling his knuckles. I chose not to respond... I didn't need him revealing to the world I was a Waterborne.

Let the Ceremonies Begin
So, the capitol, being it's typical glamour loving self, began the chariot preperations as soon as we arrived. "Shoot!" I shouted as they waxed my legs, even though they weren't hairy at all. "Is that necessary? I think I'm fine in the hair department."

They continued to doll me up, much to my annoyance, but I soon was finally finished, dressed in a seashell gown. "Nice one!" The stylist says, before hurrying me on the chariot. Mack, who I was continuing to ignore, They had him dressed as some poseidon-like character, ripping his top off similar to that Finnick dude from many centuries ago.

The most unsettling thing about it though, Mack wasn't smiling. The boy seemed odd to me and I knew I wouldn't warm up to him, as our chariot started to move. It didn't take long for District 1 to steal the show, naturally looking the best.

When the tributes all arrived, we finally stopped. The President was just waiting there, a smug look on his face. I had counted 3 other Waterbornes, making 4 of us total. I knew the president was happy about this, as only one Waterborne had a chance of winning.

"What festivities. I'm impressed by all the stylists. Let me introduce myself. I'm President Magnum, and as you may have guessed, the president of Panem." All the dumbasses in the capitol laughed, and a few tributes snickered as well.

"But before I send you off, we have footage from the current conflict we're locked in. The war might just end at this very night. May I introduce you to General Amistad, our best soldier." the huge-screen tv then displayed a middle aged man in a peacekeeper uniform, giving a cock eyed grin to the crowd.

"We've just destroyed the stronghold in District 1. The final waterborne rebel has fled to Pike Island. We have identified it as Viktor Waterborne, Arthur's right hand man and the man who's been leading the rest of the rebels. He won't survive much longer."

The broadcast shut down, as the president gave a smug smile. "Remember tributes, Happy Hunger Games. May the odds, be ever in your favour." President Magnum then stood up, and dismissed the chariots.

I could see the look of panic in the other waterbornes that night. They'd all been secretly hoping for Viktor to breakthrough and overtake the capitol before the games began. To be honest, I was too. But now they had him cornered, and the Waterborne war effort was just about to end.

Training Begins
I'm awoken early at dawn, and I know exactly what's going to happen. Training is about to begin. Waking up shakily and eating a good breakfast, I walk out of the District 4 rooms to the elevator, where I board to go to the training floor.

I'm soon joined by the tributes from 1 and 2, also getting a head start on the day. "So, you're the girl from 4? I hope you join us in the careers, sometimes District 4 misses out on the fun of the alliance." the boy from 1 said to me. The girl from 1 and boy from 2 both gave me the chills, something about them was eerie. I knew Artemisia from 2, though not well. I knew her manipulative ways, and to avoid her commands if I could.

"I'll think about it." I reply, before the boy from 2 suddenly says "The killing is the fun part." A little disturbed by the bloodthirstyness of the careers, I was anxious for the elevator to stop.

After a dreadful silence, the elevator finally arrived to the training floor. We were the first arrivals, and immediately, the careers flocked to the training station, beckoning me to join them. Even though I disliked most of them, being a Waterborne, I was bound to ally with them eventually.

After engaging in a sparring match with Artemisia and somehow losing, I was feeling pretty low. That's when the second batch of tributes arrived, Mack being one of them.

"Sorry guys, I was late getting up." Mack said, as he joined the careers. "Say, where's Rio at?" I looked around and didn't spot her. I could tell everyone else was thinking the same. Finally, she arrived, but looked all teary eyed. "They got him... they killed Viktor."

Knowing the Waterborne uprising had ended, a lot of pressure was put on me. I had to keep my old identity secret. I was no longer Amlyn Waterborne, I was Maggie Harrison. I went through the motions with the other careers, before finally ending the first day of training.

Day 2 rolled around soon after, this time we trained even harder. I did decent in archery and ax throwing, but my true weapon was when we threw the knives. The blade felt familiar in my hands, giving me the feeling of old teachings from the Waterborne academy. "Focus on your target, and lead it with your knife..." I remembered hearing constantly...

Able to do well, the boy from 1, Uzi, remarked on my skills. "Haven't seen knife throwing like that in any of the career films since maybe Clove herself." I continued sharpening my knife throwing, when we were lead to another station.

Swimming. Of course, Rio, Artemisia, and Mack were all trying to find out who the top swimmer was. "Go on Maggie. You're from District 4, see if you can throw off the Waterbornes and pull a victory off." Uzi urged. Sighing, I agreed, stepping inside the pool with the other 3.

The bell rang and I pushed off the wall, propelling myself forward. Swimming as fast as I could, I kept my head above the water and soon found the other side. Kicking off that wall, I swam with all I could before I finally made it to the first wall.

"Who won?" Mack asked anxiously. I could see the smile uzi showed, he was going to make the Waterbornes mad. "Why Maggie won it." All 3 turned there heads at me. The Waterbornes had been shamed... by another Waterborne. Bet that never happened before.

So the time to prove ourself for our odds and scores came. I showed them I was adept at throwing knives and swimming, and they seemed pretty chill about it. But when they revealed my score, it was just a 7. I knew I wouldn't make it in the careers with a score of that.

"Well Maggie, you're out." Mack said to me when he got a perfect 9. "See you in the games... in the sky." he said, before walking to his room. I wanted to punch him so bad, but I had one day left before I could go after him... just one measley day.

A date with the 16th Flickerman
Caesar XVI, or so known as Caeser Flickerman the 16th, was just as flamboyant as his fathers who came before him, and boy, he looked the exact same. I was suspicious of cloning, but when I also saw the 15th in the crowd, cheering his son on, I knew this was one oldddddd family.

"Ladies and Gentleman, who is excited to meet our tributes personally, for the 701st Hunger Games?!" he was saying loudly as we were lined up backstage. Many people were cheering, and I calmed myself down, knowing that I wasn't the type to get nervous in front of a crowd.

"You know you're out of the careers right? Uzi took a vote and almost all of us thought your 7 wasn't good enough." Mack kept saying behind me, and I had to refrain from punching him. The line moved forward as the girl from 3 was sent off the stage for something strange.

Mack was interviewed and was being smug most of the time, saying that the Waterbornes weren't done with the President yet. I wouldn't be surprised if Mack was one of Arthur's direct descendents, as he was just about as arrogant and bloodthirsty.

Then I went to be interviewed. The blue haired Caesar instantly looked... like he was crushing? "Well hello!" he said, trying to not embarass himself in front of the crowd. Caeser had a crush on me, it seemed.

"Hi Caeser." I replied, acting flirtatious. "So what brings you into the 701st Hunger Games? Volunteering for siblings, or glory for District 4 no doubt." he began. "Actually I was reaped. Though I'm not too sour about it." I replied, trying to sound interesting in some way.

"So you're looking to win the games then for your own needs. I guess that's okay. Do you have any plans going into said games?" he asked again. "I have some, but they're secret." I reply. "Finally Maggie, do you miss anyone back home and want to pull through for them?"

I honestly couldn't answer. My parents were dead, my sister was also dead, who would I win it for? Certainly not the other Waterbornes, if there where any left after Viktor's death. Unable to answer, I just replied curtly "No." before Caeser dismissed me and called the male from 5 in.

I couldn't sleep that night, the thought of the games and possible death around the corner was frightening. I knew I could outlast many of the tributes, I doubted any of them were shipped to battles and fought against the capitol like I had. But they had their own quirks... quirks that could turn ugly real fast.

And So the Games Begin
The morning flew by. I could barely remember anything said to me by my mentors or eating the breakfast provided to us. I had just been dropped off to my escort, and was being prepped. "Lightweight clothes, expect some extreme heat."

They where doing the desert theme two years in a row? "It could be a tropical forest... full of water." I tried to tell myself, but I knew it wouldn't be. They probably did this to just insult the Waterbornes in the games, to put them at the biggest disadvantage.

"Good Luck Maggie." the escort said as I walked into the tube. Soon, it began to rise. Thoughts of living and death formed a nervous pit in my stomach. Soon, the tube had reached it's heighest limit, as the sun blinded my sensitive eyes.

I was right. It was a scorching desert... but there was much more. A huge pyramid lie to the west, and the whole area was surrounded by a river, essentially forming an island locked by a river. Two bridges lie on the east and west parts of the river, one leading to the Pyramid and the other leading into a dry forest.

I signaled to Uzi, hoping I was still a career. He shrugged, and I knew I'd have to find out for my self. To my right was the boy from 3 and to my left the girl from 9. "Come on, think..." I told myself, trying to find the closest bag of throwing knives.

There they lay, leaned up against a steel crate. I hoped I didn't have to fight anyone for them, and that I could secure them easily.

"Good luck, and happy hunger games! Let the games, begin." The announcer suddenly said. The horn sounded and 24 people began moving chaotically.

I ran for the bag of knives, watching a the boy from 9 pick up an ax as he turned and swung it at me. I quickly slid under the slash, rising back up and continuing for the knives. I managed to grab them, ripping one out of the bag and finding someone to hurl it at.

The afformiated boy from 9 was still after me. Threw one knife, whizzed over his shoulder. He ducked down and dodged the second one, raising his ax with a yell of anger as he was about to end my life.

The boy was suddenly hoisted up off his feet as another tribute impaled him through the waist with a trident. "Better be glad I don't see a score of 7 as a sign of weakness." Uzi said as he finished the boy off. "I'm sure you where nervous." he said with a wink.

Staying close to Uzi in case the other careers got any ideas, we started to guard the cornucopia supplies. The girl from 3 got a little daring, and I was forced to kill her with a well placed knife in the neck. 2 more cannons rang, before the other careers showed up.

"What? She's with us?" Mack asked, shocked. "She didn't even score the minimum of 8!" Artemisia followed. My own siblings turned on me... even though they didn't know I was Amlyn Waterborne. Soon however, we were all shocked and interrupted.

"Hold there villains! We have come to reap the bounty of your evil deeds." The large boy from 7 said, backed up by the siblings from 5, the boy from 6, and girl from 8. "You can try yellow man." Radiant said quietly, before striking down the boy from 6 so fast I barely saw it.

A battle broke out between the anti-careers and careers in the cornucopia, and in the chaos, my neck was hit with the boy from 5's club, causing me to fall against the wall. Rio was lying down as well, a spear imbedded in her torso. Another body fell behind us, the unfortunate girl from 8, as the final 3 antis retreated.

I stood up as everyone surrounded Rio. "It's not fatal... it missed your vital organs." Artemisia said, as we watched. "Maggie, c'mon! We gotta clean up the rest of the stragglers." Uzi said as we ran out. Only one other tribute remained, the boy from 10 was hunched over, looting the corpse of his probable kill, the girl from 7.

We both threw our weapons at the kid. His trident and my knife hit the kid side by side in his chest, as he fell backwards on his back, dying really fast. The last cannon of the bloodbath rang, 7 tributes had died total.

"I have no remorse for killing thieves." Uzi said as he ripped his trident out of the boy from 10. The girl from 7's outfit had been cut up and the boy from 10 was stealing her clothes for unknown uses. "He had his chance to run with what he had from the cornucopia, but he chose to steal a girl's clothes as well."

I could tell the event bothered Uzi, but something else bothered him much more. Then, it hit me. The boy from 10's partner was his older sister, another Kystrel. He probably thought the boy was a bad influence on his sister, and probably would've hunted him first after seeing him loot a corpse.

The hovercrafts came that afternoon and took up the corpses we piled. Didn't want the stench of death to make the cornucopia smell. "How's Rio?" I ask Artemisia, who actually looked concerned for her sibling. "She's sleeping... the wound will be fine... we're betting that bastard from 12 did it, he preferred spears in training. We're going hunting for him tonight."

I patrolled the cornucopia, curious about what the pyramid across the western river had in it. We saw the anti careers hide in there but considered the pyramid to risky to investigate. We were going to head into the dry forest that covered half the arena on the eastern side, as most tributes ran inside it.

That night Uzi prepped us, giving us the information he had gathered from the maps in the cornucopia. "Okay, as we know there is a huge pyramid dominating the west. The north is a huge mass of sand dunes and the south is a lot of cacti plants and hungry coyotes. No sane tribute would go north or south, but we will check them anyways. For there are always insane tributes in these games. However we're heading east tonight, the dry forest homes at least half of the remaining tributes. Any questions?"

No one answered. "Alright. Artemisia, stay here with Rio. The rest of you guys, arm up. We leave in 10."

Bump in the Night
The 5 of us careers then proceeded to hunt in the dry forest, trying to spot any fires giving off smoke. Oddly, there wasn't any. Then again, the whole arena was hot 24/7, so that might explain why.

"Come on Uzi, we've been hunting for about an hour now. It's obvious these tributes are clever than we thought." Mack said after we weren't turning up anything. "Why don't we just go to the pyramid, it's obvious the anti careers are hiding in there." Valora added on as Uzi grew more frustrated.

"Listen, the anti careers will have an advantage over us. The narrow chokepoint entrance only allows us to enter two at a time, wait until we find there face in the sky to determine their numbers." Uzi said. After he said that, the first notes of the Capitol Anthem rolled through the air. "Imagine that." Radiant muttered as we all looked to the sky.

The girl I killed, the one from 3, appeared first. The boy from 6, a former anti career, appeared next. The girl from 7 followed him, and another anti we killed, the girl from 8, came after. The boy who attempted to kill me, the one from 9, was next to appear, shortly followed by the boy from 10. The girl from 11 finished the anthem, as we all looked down.

"How many dead is that?" Radiant asked quietly. "Seven. Meaning there are still 10 non careers out there that we need to kill." Uzi replied, when we heard shuffling in the trees. "We got company." Uzi said, looking up to the tree line.

A scream and a branch broken, and a tribute fell down onto the forest floor. Mack raised his rapier ready to kill. "These sword needs to be decorated with BLOOD!" he said, before Uzi cut in and raised his machete, keeping Mack at bay.

"What kind of leader are YOU? This is my kill, not yours!" Mack said with anger before Uzi broke the crossed blades and began to explain. "This is Daenerys. Touch her and I'll kill you." Mack looked enraged, his rapier shaking as he so badly wanted to strike both of them down.

"Your elder sister?" I ask, knowing the answer. "That's right. She was supposed to join us, but her dirty district partner forced her in an alliance with himself. Now she's going to help us, and I don't want any of you laying a finger on her. You understand?"

Mack didn't respond, Valora just sighed and Radiant grumbled something like "Yes, fine." Daenerys seemd happy about how things worked out, though I could tell Mack was just waiting to report to Artemisia and Rio that the Waterbornes should take over the careers.

"C'mon. Let's head back. Eventually tributes will be forced to the rivers due to thirst." Daenerys said, naming herself Co-Leader of the careers. We all followed begrudgingly, crossing the bridge back to the cornucopia.

Rio was awake and about, keeping watch as Artemisia slept. "Good to see you alive." Uzi said to her. "Thanks. Glad to see all of you return as well. Who's this?" Rio asked, pointing to Daenerys. "My sister. We found her being a squirrel and decided to let her ally with us." Daenerys gave him a mean look, but Uzi kinda laughed it off.

"Alright, get you guys some sleep. I'll take watch, make sure no one attempts to steal our stuff." Uzi said, as the rest of us rolled up in some sleeping bags. The sounds of desert insects and the bark of coyotes put my restless mind to sleep, as I dreamt of returning home to District 4.

The Dawn of Day 2
"Alright careers, let's wake up." Uzi said as morning broke through the night. "It's like... 6 am. Let us sleep for 4 more hours." Rio said grumpily. "Alright. You guys can sleep. Daenery's you're in charge of the late sleepers." As soon as he said that, Mack shot up and started to exercise. The rest of the careers followed in suite, and soon, we were all up.

"Alright. Desperate tributes will arrive to the rivers eventually, and that's where we will strike. In the meantime, we must keep our training sharp. So I've organized a few drills to help keep us healthy." Uzi announced, as everyone slowly woke up.

He organized us based on our preferred weapon type. I was assigned to hitting a target, while Mack was assigned to duel with Uzi himself. I would peek over to see the other careers ways of training, and things looked organized enough, spawning a good amount of energy from it.

Night fell on the second day, and most of us exhausted, slept easily. The hot sun rose on the third day, and then we knew tributes would be getting dehydrated if they had no water supplies. "Hope yesterday's training prepared you all. It seems we have a few tributes trying to sneak in a drink."

The tributes must have come in the night, because when we got there, there was about 3 sets of footprints on the banks, each leading in different directions. But splashing on the southwestern part of the river alerted us. The boy from 11 was drinking a lot of water and filling up animal skins as well.

"Now!" All 7 of us careers run toward the boy, who hears us and turns to run. Artemisia leads the pack, outrunning all of us and reaching the river first. She dives in, going underwater as she attempts to pull the boy from 11 in the deep water.

She manages to grab him and almost drag him under, but the boy is quick to slash her across the face with his nails, causing her to release his grip. She manages to stab his calf with a dagger, slowing him down enough for the rest of us to cross the river and catch him.

However, he managed to scramble up a tall tree on the dry forest's edge, as the careers encircled him from below. "Alright boy from 11. Come down, and we'll consider letting you go." Uzi called up. The boy didn't come down, not falling for the trick.

"Burn the forest down I say." Radiant said. "Not now." Daenery's replied. "He was smart enough to cut the branches as he went up... we'll have to camp up here." The rest of the careers groaned, but we knew she was right. None of us would be able to climb the tree.

We kept an eye on the cornucopia from our spot under the tree, as the sun set on the 3rd day. There was no anthem, and soon I fell into a troubled sleep. Something wrong was going to happen to us all.

Something painful stung my side. I awoke in terror, thinking Mack had betrayed the careers. Something equally worse was happening... wasps. These weren't regular wasps though... highly toxic drill wasps. Dangerous and nigh unescapable.

"He dropped a nest of these on us! Get to the river!" Daenery's said. Most of us jumped in and went underwater, trying to outlast the wasps. However the dangerous creatures just sat on the water, waiting for the first person to run out of air and surface right to their deadly stingers.

30 seconds past. The non waterbornes were starting to feel the need to breathe. "''Why won't the wasps leave?" ''I thought to myself as 30 more seconds passed. Radiant couldn't take it no longer, and surfaced. The sight was awful as wasps swarmed him, some going into his mouth as he gasped. The swarm killed him slowly, paralyzing him with venom and just letting him sink to the river's bottom to drown.

My lungs started to burn. The rest of us were afraid to surface. Valora couldn't take it anymore either, as huge bursts of bubbles erupted from her lungs. She refused to surface, and instead of being stung to death, she ended up drowning.

Knowing the rest of us wouldn't last longer, we started looking for ways to escape. I nudged Rio and pointed under the bridge. We could essentially surface under it, where the wasps weren't. We both swam and surfaced under the bridge, gasping for air.

The others soon followed, as we sneaked away back into the cornucopia. Wet and scared and witnessing 2 of our own die, we retired to the cornucopia with sorrow. But Uzi sparked the fires of revenge. We were going to kill the boy from 11 before anyone else. He promised it.

Midgame Madness
Day 5 dawned, and the hole of our deceased careers was felt. 15 tributes remained including us, and it seemed like the games were gonna last forever.

The day was a grey one, as rain drizzled the entire day. We did nothing but grief, and soon, Day 6 had arrived. The rain finally stopping, leaving muddy sand everywhere. "Alright careers. The bastard from 11 has no doubt gotten down from his tree. We're going to find him, and kill him. No one kills us and gets away with it." Uzi said, rallying the remaining 5 careers.

"Okay, what do we suppose we do?" Mack asked, his defiance to Uzi only worsened by the deaths of our own. "We track him down and kill him, of course." Uzi replied, slightly annoyed. We then packed up supplies and went hunting, to find the boy from 11.

We hunted for the whole day, as night fell soon on the 6th day. As usual, there was no anthem, as no one had died. Then, the midnight of the 7th day, we heard a ruffle in the bushes. Uzi stabbed in it with a trident, yanking out a fox, not a tribute. "I thought it was him for sure." he said,

We continued looking, before spotting smoke in the sky. A fire had been lit. "Come on, let's hurry!" Daenerys whispered, as we all quickened our paces to get to the fire starter.

"Having fun?" Uzi said to the person when we arrived on them. It was our man, the boy from 11. He instantly crawled backwards, holding up against the tree he was leaned on. "You... you wouldn't..." was all the boy said, before instantly he leaped at the careers.

The surprise got us all, as Uzi was tackled to the ground and the flesh ripped off his chest by the boy's monstrous teeth. I threw a knife which struck the kid in the side, causing him to look my way. Mack ran up and kicked the kid off Uzi, but in return was pulled to the ground by the animalistic tribute.

Artemisia and Rio both attacked, but the kid slipped past them, leaping on to me. I was able to grab a branch and hold it to his neck, keeping his snapping jaws inches from my face. The tip of a rapier then went through the kids eye, as blood splattered on my face.

"You did something right Mack." Daenerys snapped, as I pushed the boy's corpse off me. A cannon boomed and the face of the District 11 Male lit the sky. We returned to the cornucopia, and slept with a satisfied feeling. No career would die without our revenge.

The Cleanup
Everyone is suddenly by a clap of thunder. A lightning storm. "Are you insane? Get out of the cornucopia! Metal will attract the lightning!" Rio yelled to us all, as everyone quickly ran out. It was a dry storm, but lightning struck everywhere, hitting the pyramid at least once.

Soon, lightning hit a tree in the forest, and a huge fire sprouted from it. Some flaming tribute ran into the river, and when we went over to finish the job, the tribute had already burned to death. A cannon boomed, and when we turned over the horribly burnt corpse, it was the District 12 male.

"The one who speared me in the bloodbath..." Rio said quietly. "Uh, guys? It seems we have a bunch of thieves." Artemisia said, pointing to the cornucopia. The last 3 anti careers were looting it. "Get them!" Uzi shouted, and soon, we engaged in battle.

The battle already was going downhill. Daenerys was struck down before the battle started, an arrow piercing her throat shot by the girl from 5. Uzi was out of the battle, trying to save his sister, but I knew she was done for. The 4 of us Waterbornes fought the 3 antis, holding our own quiet well.

Their strategy was really strong, the boys from 5 and 7 using muscle to stall us while the girl from 5 took shots at us with her bow. Mack fell when a well place arrow hit his kneecap, and it didn't take long for the boy from 5 to stab his sword down onto his back. Two cannons boomed, one for Daenerys, and one for Mack.

Down to 4 careers, I hurled a knife at the girl from 5, which knocked her bow out of her hands, while Uzi joined us, enraged in the fight. The fight picked up for us, as Uzi fought with pure rage, anger at his sister's death taking him over like a plague.

I heard a sickening crack as Rio fell, the boy from 7 hitting her hard enough with his metal bat that it cracked her skull, instantly killing her as well. The boy from 5 knocked Uzi on his back, and soon I thought only 2 careers would survive this.

Uzi however reacted quick, grabbing Rio's unique sword and slashing the boy from 5's left arm off, causing him to clutch it in pain. The boy from 7 grabbed his injured ally, dragging him back into the pyramid while the girl from 5 kept shooting at us to cover her allies.

Defeated, the last remaining careers retired to the cornucopia, thankful for at least having supplies left after the raid. Artemisia was in grief and Uzi was too, as both lost siblings in the fight. I volunteered to take first watch to leave them to their grief, as I too was saddened by seeing Rio and Mack die. Too many Waterbornes had been killed, and I continued wondering for our survival.

Lulling Days of Death
A cannon woke us. "Hope the boy from 5 succumbed to his wounds." Uzi said on the gloomy eighth day, despite the sun shining happily in the sky. With 9 tributes remaining, 6 of those out to get us, we needed to kill 3 of those tributes to get the feast started. These games had to end soon.

The night sky revealed to us that Uzi was correct, as the only tribute to appear on the 8th night was the boy from 5. We went hunting after the anthem, managing to find the starved girl from 9. We took her to the cornucopia and recruited her, offering her food for loyalty.

The ninth day came, and we ordered our prisoner to scout the pyramid out. She took some supplies and left, but we saw her take off running towards the desert of the south. Artemisia didn't bat an eye as she threw her trident, striking the retreating girl from 9 down as a cannon boomed.

Day 10 arrived soon after, as an announcement rang throughout the arena to the remaining 8 tributes. "Congratulations final 8 tributes. You've survived long enough to be offered a reward for your valor. In two days, a feast will be held. But this is going to be a different feast... you will also sit at a dinner table and have a feast. No killing until the feast is done. Just kidding, it's a traditional feast. That is all."

A cannon awoke us at dawn on the 11th day's morning. "Go back to sleep guys... it's nothing." Uzi said, as I fell back asleep. We awoke that afternoon, trying to count out the 7 possible remaining tributes. "The cannon could be anyone. Before then there was us 3, the girl from 5, boy from 7, boy from 3, girl from 12, and boy from 8. Our biggest threat are the remaining two anti careers, but I wouldn't be surprised if the other 3 tributes didn't pose a threat."

"Well why wait and see?" Artemisia said, picking a trident up and heading off. "I'm not sitting in here without killing for another day!" She disappeared from view, into the dry forest. "She can't go alone." I said to Uzi, who slowly got up. "You're right." he said as we followed her trail.

A cannon boomed as we hurried up, soon another one boomed. We arrived on the scene, our horrros realized. Artemisia had been killed. The boy from 3 laid dead there as well, a trident sticking from his chest. "Killed by one of his mechanisms..." Uzi remarked, seeing Artemisia had been impaled with wooden spikes. 5 tributes left... and a feast was just on the horizon.

Death at Dawn
The bright orange sun didn't wake us up this morning, as we had spent an hour or so preparing for the feast. The bags were waiting... a District 1, 4, 5, 7, and 12 bag. One for each tribute. "An item we hold dear huh? Maybe an Uzi?" Uzi told himself before he began to get all giddy.

"Wait a minute trigger happy..." I say to him before he rushes for the bags. "They're bait for now. They'll come, then you can get your gun." I say, trying to calm him down. Then, our first tribute appeared in the clearing.

The girl from 12 came running and reached for her bag. Uzi and I both rushed out the cornucopia, as I threw a knife at her. She was smart enough to take cover behind the feast table, retalitating by throwing a spear at me. I spun out of it's path, as Uzi quickly got close enough to engage the girl from 12 in melee combat.

The anti careers arrived from the pyramid, and Uzi didn't see them coming. Taking matters in my own hands, I began to throw knives at the charging boy from 7. His big frame was an easy hit, as two knives entered his torso. However he kept charging, being super tough, as the girl from 5 readied and arrow to take out Uzi.

I could save myself by hitting the boy from 7 in the throat with my last knife... or use it to take the girl from 5 down. Time seemed to slow, before I chose, hurling my knife with an insane amount of force...

It spiraled passed the boy from 7, hitting the girl from 5's bow string, rendering her weapon useless as the string was cut. Right on target. A huge pain then struck the side of my head as darkness appeared on the fringe of my vision. I felt myself falling until I hit the sand really hard, my eyes looking up into the bright desert sky.

A cannon boomed. I heard retreating footsteps as someone crouched down besides me and held my head up so I could see them. "No no... not you too!" Uzi's voice said, though it sounded like it was far, far away. "Uzi... can I tell you a secret..." I barely manage to stutter.

"Yes, anything..." he says, trying to rock to make me feel better. "My real name... isn't Maggie.... it's Amlyn... Amlyn Fjord Waterborne..." he doesn't looked shocked however, saying "I could've guessed that... just... relax... the games are over... we won..."

I knew his words were calming lies... he only took the girl from 12 out. "Promise me this... find any Waterbornes left after you win... give them safety... I trust you..." I say. "Anything... you were a great career... you had the lowest score of us all... but you outlasted them all... Just... stay here with me..." Uzi said, his words sounding more bleak and futher away.

Looking up into the sky, I could see so many people. Viktor was saluting me, my parents were waiting with open arms. Arthur was even there, looking rather impatient. The other 3 waterbornes, Mack, Artemisia, Rio... they were smiling. "Come on Amlyn..." I heard a voice say, before seeing Brittney up in the sky, holding her hand out. "It's better on the other side." I reached up and grabbed her hand, and soon, I left the mortal world and ascended to a better place.

Epilogue
After Amlyn died during the feast, Uzi spent the 13th and final day preparing to take on the anti careers. They met him that evening in the cornucopia clearing, and both of them attacked him. He fought them valiantly, far past sunset and well into the night. But they overcame him and he fell in a heap.

The two antis, having formed a love for each other, attempted to pull a Katniss and Peeta to win the games together. They made the deadly mistake of not checking Uzi's pulse, as he remembered his famous weapon. Uzi rose up and shot both Lunar and Rodeo.

A cannon boomed as Uzi walked over to the nearly dead Rodeo. "This is for Amlyn you cosplaying bastard." he said as he shot into Rodeo until he ran out of ammo, as Rodeo's cannon boomed, thus leaving Uzi victor.

Afterwards, Uzi returned home to District 1, and keeping to his promise, found a lone waterborne survivor of the battles that had taken place there. Adopting the 8 year-old girl as his own, he was a good father to her, having plenty of stuff to offer being a victor. Keeping his promise to Amlyn, he kept her safe.

After the death of the Waterbornes in the 701st Games, the capitol thought the family had gone extinct. No more places were searched, and the few holdouts who survived the huntings continued to live on in secrecy to one day strike back at the capitol...

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