All-Stars: Non-Careers

Chapter 8

Ivolunteerasauthor has a SYOT up called Over the Edge that needs Tributes. Might as well at least send a Bloodbath. Goodness knows we always need more of those. Except me right now.

Lisbeth Miller

Artemis' knife snaked across my throat. My body went heavy, then light. I detached and floated away.

There was a blinding light in the distance. It seared my eyes and I shied away from it. I peeked between my fingers, expecting to see whatever it was that happened after death.

It was just a ceiling lamp. I was in a normal bed. Something was wrong.

"Good morning! How are you feeling?" a nurse asked. Did someone break the rules? Someone was about to get Avoxed. I hoped they didn't drag me down with them.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"You've been selected for the Resurrection Games! Isn't that wonderful?" the woman asked.

"What the hell is that?"

Merle Loveridge

I felt like I had the biggest hangover in history. My memories were muddled, my head hurt like crazy, and the light was unbearably bright. I was in no condition for the Games. When were they going to start? Tomorrow?

"Excuse me. Can you tell me your name?" a man asked as he bent over me.

"Merle Loveridge," I said automatically.

"Good. Do you know why you're here?"

"I'm about to start the Hunger Games."

""Do you know this is your second time?" he asked.

"What? What do you mean?" I asked.

"This is the Resurrection Games. Do you know what number Games this is?"

"The seventh," I said. He shook his head.

"It's been a while," he said.

Tawny Stallyon

"Can you focus on me?" the nurse said. I didn't want to her, but I looked at her face for a second. Then I looked back away.

"Do you know why you're here?" she asked.

"No," I said.

"This is a Resurrection Games. Do you know what that means?" she asked.

"No," I said.

"It means you lost your Games and you've been given a second chance," she said. She moved her face, leading me to think I was supposed to react a certain way. Darned if I knew what it was.

"Oh, okay," I said.

Sevarian Vask

I plumped up the pillows and threw the blankets over them. I jumped up and hid underneath the bed. When a man walked up to be bed, I grabbed his leg and pulled him down. I pounced out at him and wrapped my hands around his neck.

Three more men burst in and dragged me off the first man. I yanked away and ran for the door. One of the men tackled me and I tried to squirm out from under him.

I didn't think I'd rung the bell in time. Obviously I had, and it had been a trick. I should have known. These men were here to make me pay for my choice. I'd make them pay just as much.

Burgundy Lumineer

Not again.

I jolted up in bed and jerked my head to both sides. There was no one with me. I yanked the blankets off and searched my pants for the horrible evidence, but I was clean. My tense muscles started to relax and the hitch in my lungs cleared. A man walked into the room.

"What happened last night?" I asked frantically.

"A bunch of scientists cloned you?" he asked. It didn't make any sense, but it wasn't what I'd been afraid of. The worst hadn't happened. I could deal with anything else.

Jack Void

Water. Water poured in and weighed me down. I tore at it and pushed it away and it flooded back like an undying monster. I could see the shore. It was so close. But the water wouldn't let me go. It pulled me down and swallowed me up. It got darker and darker as I sank.

Then it was gone. There was a bed, and lights, and a door. But no water. Never water, ever again.

Cooper Woodson

Once upon a life

A boy woke up marooned in time

He barely knew what was happening

Before it was over and done

He woke from a nightmare to find something worse

Stuck in the Capitol after his death

He saw his face in the tiles above him

And wondered if ever he'd see it again.

Zach Connouis

They really couldn't leave well enough alone. But you know what? I was over it. They wanted to shove me back in, so be it. No use crying over spilled milk. I'd enjoy the food, flirt with the ladies, and when it came time to die again, it was nothing I hadn't done before. Twice.

Pandora Sent

I could smell that I was in a hospital. I heard someone come in. The steps were soft, so it was probably a woman.

"Are the Games over?" I asked.

"They haven't started yet. Oh, right. Yeah, they're over. But they're also about to start," she said. "Oh sorry, I'm all mixed up." I waited politely for her to gather herself.

"You were eliminated last time. Now it's time to try again," she said.

"Eliminated? Like, I died?" I asked.

"Don't worry about it. Lots of people do," she said. "Now let's check on your eyes."

"They still don't work very well. No change there," I said.

"But they're so beautiful," she said.

"Thanks," I said. It was then that everything fell into place. "Wait, I died?"!

Charlene Wimbleson

I'd heard of Resurrection Games. I guess I didn't think they'd really pick me. I did a good job in my last Games, but I wasn't near the top. If that boy hadn't picked a fight I might have won. As it was, I killed him first.

I didn't know what to feel about the second chance. I was glad I got to finish something I'd left half-done, but I also didn't want to die again. It was scary and it hurt and it was so permanent. It took so much longer than people thought, too. I could feel my senses fading away one by one. I'd just have to see to it that it didn't happen again.

These will all make more sense if you read the original stories. Notes:

Lisbeth, Merle and Tawny are from Glass Glade. Merle drank a potion before Games and rendered herself paralyzed and blind. I brought her back before that and she doesn't remember it.

Sevarian and Burgundy are from Garden of Roses. Burgundy reacted like that because he was r***d by a woman at a party while blackout drunk.

Jack is original. You're all going to figure out his deal pretty soon.

Cooper is from Journey to the Top. He likes slam poetry so I wrote his POV as a slam poem.

I was unable to find Jake and Mindi's original stories so I'll add them after I find them.

Zach is from the first All-Stars and I just forgot to add him with the other Elevens.

Oops, forgot Pandora and Charlene! They're original.

If you wanted to send someone but just found out about the story, you're not too late. I knew it would happen because I write so fast, so I planned in advance that I could add Tributes in all the way up to the Bloodbath if needed. I already expect some more.