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The Fallen – Part I

09 Aug

Eleven died in the Cornucopia bloodbath; eleven whose names all of us do not even know. Who were they? How were their lives before the reaping like? What were on their minds as they drew their very last breath? If only we could take a glimpse through their eyes. If only we could venture into their deepest thoughts, then maybe they won’t be nameless after all.

…..

Knocked out of breath, he found himself lying on his back, facing the boy with the dagger in hand. A smile spread across the boy’s face, as he leaned towards him and position his dagger behind his head.

“The first kill is mine,” the boy from district 1 said, as he swung the dagger towards his throat.

And before he could even cry a plea, he felt the cold smooth edge of the blade slid across his neck. The next few moments, as he struggled to breathe, he knew he was soon drawing his last breath. Even as the boy continued to stab him, he could not feel anything any longer.

And it was at his last attempt to hold onto his life that he saw her face. It was the face of his mother, widowed and soon to be childless. Who was going to look after her now? His only wish was that she didn’t have to watch him gasps for air, but that was inevitable.

I’m sorry, mom, he thought. I’m sorry I won’t be there for you anymore.

And that was the end of the nameless boy from district 8.

…..

By the time she lost count at the number of times the girl had repeatedly brought her knife up and down into her body, all the pain she had been feeling had left. Was is the tenth time she was being stabbed? Her mind started to confuse her, as though it was giving up earlier than her beating heart.

She knew from the very beginning that she wasn’t going to survive the games, and the moment she left her home, she knew she would never see him again. Thankfully, even in her clouded mind, she managed to imagine his face one last time. His good looks and charming smile; she loved the way he would look at her and say her name. She loved how he would care for her and she recalled his promise to give her a good life. But now, she knew none of it could ever come true. Her love for him was dying as her body started to give way. If only she could tell him one last time that she loved him, but even a whisper she could not master.

Soon, it would be over. Just as his face faded from her, soon had arrived.

That was the end of the nameless girl from district 10.

…..

He always thought that after his brother’s death, he could never be the son his parents wanted. But when he was chosen at the reaping, his doubts were cleared.

“You have made us proud. No matter what happens, know that we love you!” his mother shouted as they closed the door behind her.

As he stood alone in the poorly decorated room, tears started to roll down his cheeks.

And just as he felt the pain in his back going numb, and the warmth of his blood running from his throat, tears rolled down his cheeks. That was his last memory, and that was his mother’s last words. For a brief moment, he thought he was back in that room, with his arms wrapped around his father and mother, but when he snapped back to reality, he knew that that was a memory soon to be gone along with his soul.

If this was his end, then it was an end where he knew his parent’s were still proud of him. The end of the nameless boy from district 7 was not so emotionally painful after all.

…..

She felt a shove, which made her stumble forward. She immediately lost her balance as she fell directly into the path of a career tribute who had a spear in his hand. Before she could even divert from his path, he threw the spear directly at her.

As though time had slowed down just for her to see her life flash through her eyes, she saw her best friends. Two girls whom she grew up with that not only taught her the world, but shared every moment with her. Will things be different without her? Or would they carry on with their lives as though nothing had happened? Out of all the emotions she was feeling, all that was bothering her was whether they would remember her.

Unfortunately, before she could convince herself that they would, the spear penetrated her heart and that was the end of the nameless girl from district 7.

…..

He was like a little brother to her, so she knew she had to protect him. When she was twelve, the eight year old boy would tail her where ever she went. He was like her shadow, constantly following her and looking up to her. She did not blame him as his family was as broken as hers. Her father was always having affairs, and his mother had left him when he was just a toddler. With the lack of one parent, they immediately connected and became the brother and sister they did not have.

She loved him as much as he loved her, and when they were both chosen, they knew that they would have to protect each other to the death. But neither of them knew it would happen so soon.

When the boy from district 2 slashed his machete at her, she yelled, “Run!”

She saw her sworn brother hesitate, and she shouted at him again, “Run! Go!”

Immediately, the boy from district 2 held onto her head smashed it against the crates. Her last hope was that he would live, and as she watched him through her deteriorating vision, she silently prayed for him with her last breath.

Running as fast as he could, he could feel his hot tears running down his cheeks. He knew she was dying, or dead, and he could not do anything. He didn’t want to run, and he would rather die by her side, but his legs did not stop as he did what she told him to.

Thinking that he could finally get away, he felt strong hands grabbing on to him, and just as he shut his eyes, he felt something sharp, cold and wet come down on his neck. Silently, he prayed he would see her soon, and that they would be together again.

That was the end of the nameless girl and boy from district 3.

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Posted by on August 9, 2012 in Fan Fiction (Shorts)

 

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10 responses to “The Fallen – Part I

  1. abbles

    August 9, 2012 at 1:33 am

    Amazing idea!

     
  2. Lauren Claire

    August 9, 2012 at 6:42 am

    Fairly good. I know you’re a great writer, but even in short scenes like this, remember to make your readers care for the characters /before/ you throw the into action. That gives deaths the emotional impact you need. For example, I can see a touching moment between the District 3 kids before the bloodbath begins as they make eye contact from their separate podiums, both scared but loyal to each other.

    It would also be interesting if there was a betrayal during the Cornucopia scene between same District Tributes.

     
    • Jeyna Grace

      August 9, 2012 at 10:22 am

      The idea was to keep it really short and brief; like a glimpse through their eyes. It would definitely be good to give emotional impacts BUT the stories would have to be longer and I did not want to do that, because if I gave one pair a longer story, the rest deserved longer ones too AND it is not easy coming up with eleven touching stories. Hence, I really had to mix it up. Some stories were ‘casual’ some were slightly emotional.

      Do note that the action were based on the film, as the book did not mention much. I threw in the action for transition and to keep the theme of the Cornucopia bloodbath. If I left one action scene out for a tribute, it would not fit in with the rest.

      Thanks for your feedback 🙂

       
  3. Randy Dandy

    August 9, 2012 at 7:16 am

    That was wonderful! It showed that the nameless characters really made a difference. I wish she went about to name them…

     
    • Jeyna Grace

      August 9, 2012 at 10:15 am

      Me too. I wished they actually have names. Thanks 🙂

       
  4. lostmybookmark

    August 16, 2012 at 7:06 pm

    This is really good.Especially the ‘District 10’ part 🙂 A challenge for you would be giving those dying characters of A Song of Ice and Fire their last words.

     
    • Jeyna Grace

      August 16, 2012 at 7:10 pm

      Ahh, that would be a real challenge. I have only read the first book so far, so maybe I can come up with something.
      I’ve heard though that George Martin doesn’t like fan fictions.

       
      • lostmybookmark

        August 16, 2012 at 7:16 pm

        Ah,yes he hates them.To paraphrase Martin,”Only I get to destroy them ruthlessly.Go find your own characters to kill.”

         
        • Jeyna Grace

          August 16, 2012 at 7:23 pm

          Haha! So I think I would refrain from pissing him off.

           

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