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Sixty Years Later..The old woman sat in her rocking chair by the warm stone hearth, watching her granddaughter read a book near the fire. It was a peaceful moment, and the woman closed her eyes, and leaned her head back. It was one of the good things in living in District Seven, it had none of the hustle and bustle of the other districts. It was quiet. The only sound was the rock of her chair, the turn of pages and the crackle of fire. But too soon, the silence was broken.
"Grandma, what were the Hunger Games?"
The old woman's eyes flew open with shock, then she sighed. It wasn't inevitable, she thought to herself sadly. She was bound to ask some time.
"They were a punishment," the women began slowly, cringing. "A punishment for uprising against the Capitol. They used to rule over us. They had every sort of luxury you could imagine, while half of the nation was starving. Every year, 24 children, two from each district, a boy and a girl, were sent out to the Capitol, where they would fight t
Sing me to sleep, MommaIvy Primrose Mellark really hated it when she couldn't sleep. She often had trouble going to bed. Her younger brother, however, could fall asleep almost at command. That made Ivy jealous, since he was younger than her. She was eight years old. She should be able to fall asleep easier by now.
She tip-toed downstairs, knowing that her mother and father were still in the living room. Not reading the newspaper, or watching the television together. Just sitting on the couch. She guessed that they were holding hands. They did that a lot.
As she walked into the dimly lit room, she heard snores. At first, she thought both her parents were asleep, but then her mother's head turned, and when she caught sight of Ivy, she smiled. Her warm, bright smile, that told you plainly that she was happy to see you.
People often remarked on how much Ivy looked like her mother, Katniss. The same coal black hair, olive features and even their personalities were very similar. One of the only things she had gott
The Rule Change"Attention, attention. The rules stating that only one victor is allowed have been revoked. Two victors can win, if from the same District. May the odds be ever in your favour."
I look up slowly. Shock runs through me, cold at first, then blazing hot. Cato meets my eyes, his expression as dumbfounded as mine probably is. Then, we're running for each other.
We collide like waves, and he spins me around in the air. I laugh- it's been so long since I last laughed.
Cato sets me down, but his eyes are filled with joy. I wasn't used to seeing him with such openness on his face. Usually his expression was closed off, even more so since the games, but now, I could see every emotion that was running through his head. It was a nice change.
"We could both go home," he breaths, and I nod, my hands clutching his jacket. The tension between us had been growing rapidly- there was only a few of us left. But that's gone now.
"We'd be able to see Enobaria, Brutus..." I trail off, and Cato laughs.
Blood on Your Face.Sixty seconds. For me, it feels like a lifetime. Too long, much too long. For others, it probably feels like the shortest sixty seconds they've ever experienced. But they're the ones that will die. Killed by myself, or any of the others. I smile to myself. I've trained my whole entire life for this. Volunteered for it, safe in the knowledge that I'd be coming back home. I know I can win. I'll end up killing the others in their sleep. Glimmer I'll enjoy killing. But Cato and Marvel won't be as easy. Cato, because he's from my District. Marvel, because he's generally nice. At least to me. I think of his reassuring smile that he gave me at the interviews.
Thirty seconds. I glance around. I see scared, trembling faces. I smile again. There's something exciting about the fact that you will kill a good number of these people. There might have been a time when I would have recoiled from this event, recoiled from killing, but now I embrace it.
Fifteen seconds. I make a me
Healing"No, Peeta. Pull back a little further, until your fingers are against your jawbone," Katniss instructed with a smile. She took the bow she was holding loosely in one hand, and demonstrated, quickly fletching an arrow.
Peeta sighed, and tried to copy Katniss' pose. She made it looks easy, simple, beautiful. There was a sort of easy elegance to the way she held the bow, and how calm and precise her face looked while she aimed. One thing Katniss had never gave up after the war was hunting. Like painting was for himself, hunting was Katniss' therapy.
"This is harder then it looks," he said. Katniss smiled a tiny bit at this.
"So is painting, Peeta," she replied. "You make it look easy, the way you blend all those colours and create perfect shades."
"It isn't easy, it takes practice." Peeta insisted. Katniss nodded agreeably.
"Exactly. The same goes for shooting a bow and arrow. You have to relax," she said. She then pulled another arrow out of her quiver, and slowly nocked it. Peeta knew
ShatteredCato didn't mind it at all when he fell to the ground, and the mutts began to tear him apart. To him, he was already dead. He didn't really deserve to win these games. He could have saved her. He could have saved his Clove.
He felt numb as the mutts ripped into him, snarling and growling. He remembered Clove turning around and flashing him a snarky smile as she hit the centre of the target again. Remembered her sitting on top of him, pinning him down to the ground with a knife to his throat, smiling because she had won that time. Her lips, soft under his own.
Remembered blood splashing onto her face as she killed a helpless tribute, then flashing him a grim smile. Her telling him secretly under the stars that killing didn't make her feel exactly human anymore. Their argument over who would go in to kill Twelve and retrieve their packs. Her desperate screech for help, and watching her die, her hand clutched in his. Her lifeless hazel eyes cold and empty.
As the arrow that finally promis
ImpressiveClove grabbed a knife out of her vest and threw it at the target. She whipped around, grabbed another knife and threw it at the target next to it. She then retrieved two smaller knives hidden in her ponytail and threw them one after the other. All of this was done lightning-fast, and she turned around and gave Cato a snarky smile. His heart jumped a little, but he hid it well, flashing her an arrogant smile in return.
"That was impressive," he said as she walked towards him, putting her knives back into their places.
"This is coming from the famous, unbeatable Cato Underwood," she drawled, looking at him with her piercing hazel eyes. "Should I bow down?"
"That would be nice," he said, nodding, and she grinned at him, and shook her head, all the while playing with one of her knives, twirling it and swirling it around her fingers.
"Yeah right, Cato. I don't bow down to anyone, in case you haven't noticed," she said, raising her eyebrows challengingly.
"What if I were to make you?"
Too CleverThe fiery-haired girl stared down at the blood-red berries in her hand. She knew what they were.
Of course she knew. She had been one of the only ones to take heed to Atla's advice and pay attention to the survival skills. These were highly poisonous berries. One simple swallow and you'd be dead.
She smirked to herself. Were the Gamemakers really so stupid?
She sighed. She thought of her tiny sister, barely nine years old, clutching onto her own dirty, frayed shirt, begging her to win. There was a fear in her eyes that a nine year old should never have to feel.
"You have to win, Natalaya. For me. You're smart, you can win! Please! Just try! For me!"
"Alright. I'll try, Maria."
She thought of her interview.
"Tell me, do you think you can win?"
"Anything got you worried?"
"I'd really like to not have to kill anyone."
"That's going to be tough. Killing is a large part of the Games, isn't it?"
"I'll figure something out."
But she had coun
Cato, meet Clove.Even at such a young age, Clove was scared of no one. Not since her father died and she was accepted at the training academy, which she now called home. Normally, being alone in the Training Centre wasn't the wisest move, but that was Clove. She liked to push things just to see how far they could go.
So when that big blonde boy walked in, Clove just rolled her eyes and smirked, and another knife hit the centre of the target. Clove saw out of the corner of her eyes that he was smirking at her, like she was too little to do anything good.
Fury raged inside her. She could beat him in a fight. She was smaller and quicker, and had an advantage with her knives. Finally, he turned away and began working with his spear. Clove got an idea, and without thinking to what the consequences would be, she sent a kinfe spinning towards his head.
It hit the wall besides his head. Clove continued throwing her knives at the target board, even daring to whistle innocently, not looking at him.
"You've got a
A Whole New Game- Chapter 16-A Hunger Games Story
Chapter 16: Homecoming
Peeta guides me down the bleak hallway and to the hospital-I knew that I didn't have the strength to manage this alone. He pushes open the door and lets me through. I take a deep breath and walk forward calmly. "Hey Rue." I say gently, laying a hand on the little girl's shoulder.
"How are you feeling?" She shifts slightly and smiles that familiar glowing grin. "I am alive. I know that I can get better, I'll try really hard." I draw closer to her and hug her gently. She's so much like Prim. It makes me miss her. I wonder when I'll see her again.
"I'll be here every step of the way." Rue smiles even brighter at this. "You're the older sister I've always wanted."
Not sure of how to respond, I shift back slightly. Unfortunately, I am unaware of the fact that Peeta is directly behind me. I accidentally send him staggering back into a cabinet, and he manages to knock the cabinet over, spilling all the chemicals that were stored within. A nurse
A Whole New Game- Chapter 15-A Hunger Games Story
Chapter 15: Mechanical and Electrifying
I hate the feeling of people watching me. That's all it's been since we'd arrived, since the second all the tributes had set foot in the cafeteria, our first public appearance. Nothing but thousands of pupils and irises boring into us like hammers, staring as though we are murderers.
Oh yeah. Whoops.
All of us wear the same grey uniform, plastered to our bodies like, well, plaster. The long, shadowed faces of the citizens of the District only add to the bleakness and overwhelming sense of grey and melancholy that seems to loom in the air like a contagion. We sit down to breakfast, all the tributes together at one long, grey table, not daring to make eye contact with the people of 13. I prod at the soggy meal on my plate, faintly aware of the little boy across the room, staring horrifically at my kitchen knife. So far, our first day of training isn't going so hot.
They hadn't really a clue of what do with us yet, or at least that's my
A Whole New Game- Chapter 12-A Hunger Games Story
Chapter 12: Confession
As I slip in and out of consciousness, images of the last few minutes in the arena flash through my head.
The sound of running footsteps woke me up. For a moment I remained unmoving, remaining silent as they approached, slowing to a stop underneath me. I looked down and saw the girl from 12 and her district partner, the little girl from 11 strung across his back. I shifted down to a lower branch to listen in, moving silently among the branches.
The boy from 12 stopped and gently set the girl from 11 down, the girl from 12 in a panic. As I leaned in closer, I saw the reason for her worries. The little girl was bleeding profusely from her shoulder and spilling onto her chest. It almost looked like a bite...
"Rue, Rue! Don't you dare close your eyes! Look at me! Just keep looking at me..."
"Katniss, I-" the little girls voice faltered.
"Rue, stop it! You are going to be okay. Peeta, any sign of more?" Katniss asked while looking
A Whole New Game- Chapter 3 -A Hunger Games Story
Chapter 3: The Bloodbath
The interviews, our scoring, training, and forming the alliance in the training center. It all seems like such a blur.
This is it. This is the day that innocent children will die because of me. Might as well do the job myself, before they do it for me. At least I will end it quickly, no suffering. Just a quick flick of the wrist, that's all it takes. A stab through the heart is much faster than infection, or bleeding to death.
I think of my allies. Cato and Marvel, Glimmer and the girl from 4, all ready for the slaughter. They kill because they have to; I will kill to put them out of their misery, and to put me out of mine. The misery of knowing that 23 deaths will all be on my hand, a destiny I cannot control.
I hear the coundown begin, and climb into the glass tube, preparing myself for the oncoming slaughter.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath as the glass doors seal around me. This is it; ther
A Whole New Game- Chapter 4 -A Hunger Games Story
Chapter 4: Lover Boy and Fire Girl
I walk bitterly behind Glimmer, as we venture even deeper into the vast forest. I clench my fists as she walks past me to join Cato up at the front of our little herd. They whisper quietly for a moment, and flips her hairs once again before giggling with delight.
"Would you shut up ?" I snap.
Glimmer turns her head dramatically, flipping her hair again. She looks at me with a mock pout plastered on her stupid face.
"What's wrong, Emerald?" She says sarcastically in her awful high-pitched voice.
"It's Eleanor. My parents preferred not to give their child and unreasonable and idiotic name. Sorry I can't say the same for you."
Before I can continue, a silhouette strides forward from the trees. I instinctively put my hand on my sheath, but as the anomaly strides into the light, I chuckle. It's the pathetic boy tribute from District 12.
"Wait," he says noticing our hands on our weapons, "I want to help."
Of course you do. Glim
A Whole New Game- Chapter 23 -A Hunger Games Story
Chapter 23: Nothing Left to Lose
Beeeeep! Beeeeep! Beeeeep!
"You have got to be kidding me!" I hear Eleanor shriek. Suddenly, I see a pillow fly towards the alarm, though it continues its harsh blare. The lights switch on as they have every day for the past two weeks.
Instead of getting up, I just lie still, staring up at the ceiling.The tears that drenched me last night do not appear. It's as if my eyes have completely dried up. Sorrow is replaced with a hollow feeling, as if a hole is gaping through my chest. And I know exactly what is missing, or rather, who.
Samantha consumes my thoughts. I miss her more and more every day. She didn't have the red hair like my mother and I, but shared the same brown waves of my father. Her eyes, like mine, were green, but had flecks of yellow, almost like sparks.
Before my parents died, she was just my sister, but the more I took care of her, the more she became like my own child. My own child that was ripped away from me.
A Whole New Game- Chapter 2 -A Hunger Games Story
Chapter 2: Training
I wonder if Sammy's okay. They better be taking good care of her.
It has been almost a week since I have seen my beautiful baby sister. The train ride to the Capitol, the opening ceremonies, the preparations, it all seems like a blur. She is the only thing to me, the only thing I think of as I enter the training facility for our first day of real preparation.
I have never been in a place with so many deadly objects. Any number of the things in here could draw blood with a single touch. I hate to imagine how fast they can sever entire limbs, or heads for that matter.
Not many of the other tributes have arrived yet, the kids from Districts 1, 2, 7, and 11. The rest must still be on their way.
I previously decided that my tactics for the Games would mainly involve hiding, avoiding the other tributes until absolutely necessary. In order to do this, I have to keep my distance from them and brace myself for any kind of condition or s
A Whole New Game- Chapter 7- A Hunger Games Story
Chapter 7: Seeing and Feeling
When I open my eyes, I am met by the face of my father, talking a ways away to a woman from the Capitol, laughing a bit. He turns and notices me, his face lighting up with a toothy grin.
"There's my little victor! Oh Ellie I am so proud!" he gleams.
I begin to take my surroundings. We are in the woods, in what looks to still be the arena, only, it is decorated to the nines. Each individual leaf on every tree glows with a different color, as if we are in a confetti forest. White lanterns hang, despite it being the middle of the day, and matching white tables covered in every kind of food imaginable surround a small pond. Capitol people laugh and my father strides over to me, placing his hands on my shoulder as he whispers in my ear.
"Someone very important would like to meet you!" he bubbles.
A group of Capitol people part, forming a path, and at the end of the path, President Snow. Something is wrong though. His eyes and hair constantly chan
A Whole New Game- Chapter 19 -A Hunger Games Story
Chapter19: A Plan
My eyes feel like they are glued shut. At first it seems like it is physically impossible for me to open them, but soon I have managed to pry them apart.
I'm in a different room then before. I try to sit up to get a better look, but find that impossible. Every single muscle feels like they have a dead weight on them. I feel exactly like I did the first day I woke up after the arena; drowsy, confused, and in pain. Only now the pain is dull, and instead of waking up with a bloodied stump, a shiny new arm has taken its place.
I manage to lift my head to get a better look at it. It's my skin tone, a bit tan, even with detailed freckles,. The detail was incredible. All the lines and wrinkles of my knuckles showed, I even had nails.
I touch it with my left hand. I am surprised at the texture. I thought it would feel like metal, however, as I touch it I feel a texture like soft rubber, almost human like. Amazed, I try to move it, however it remains as lifeless
Stay With Me"Cato!" A voice shrieked, making Cato jump. "Cato!"
Cato ran blindly towards the noise. It couldn't be Clove who was screaming. Clove never, ever shrieked like that. Never shrieked with such open terror in her voice. As he ran, he saw fire girl running away into the woods, and Thresh running back over to the grassy area. Clove, meanwhile, lay on the ground, crumpled like a broken doll.
He dropped to his knees beside her, his breaths ragged. Clove reached out for his hand, panting. Blood ran down from her forehead.
"You stay with me," he ordered. "You have to stay with me, Clove, do you hear me? I can't lose you, Clove. I can't!"
"I don't want to die," she rasped, her breathing ragged. She blinked, tears running down her forehead.
"You won't," Cato said, feeling hopeless. Tears were running down his face now, too. "You'll be ok, Clove. I promise."
She just shook her head, blood mixing with her tears. Her breathing was slowing now, and the girl Cato loved looked more scar
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