Ok. Long story short, I got inspired by a character in one of jakey121's stories, so I decided to make a new story for the character but totally different. Not sure if that makes sense. Anyways, this is Challenge, the story of the 47nd Hunger Games. Thanks for reading.

Challenge - The Story of the 47nd Hunger Games

I despise the Games.

It might be silly of me to say that, because I live in District 1, but I think the Games are cruel and unusual punishment for the innocent.

Of course, my twin brother, as usual, thinks the exact opposite.

Crisis and I look almost eerily similar, even though he's a guy and I most definitely am not. We have the same sandy blonde hair and stunning blue-green eyes, and our twin 5'9" frames are easy to spot in a crowd.

But just because we're twins doesn't mean we're the same. Definitely the opposite when you take notice of little things.

His eyes are blue with green speckles, mine are green with blue. His hair is more blonde than brown, and mine is definitely a few shades darker. He's a few sixteenths of an inch taller, and was born seven minutes before me.

He claims the time difference is the only one. That's the other thing about my brother. He is stupid. I am not.

Of course, he passes all his classes, and so do I, so he can't be entirely dumb. He claims he has "street smarts" which I believe is code for knowing "how to be cool." He's only cool to the other kids who want to be Careers. My brother is the leader of the Careers-in-Training. He calls himself Victor #23, of the 47nd Hunger Games.

Whenever he says that, I laugh. If you place 23rd in the Hunger Games, you were the second death. He doesn't get that. I won't explain it.

The Reaping is soon and we both plan on volunteering. It is our last year, after all. My reasons for volunteering are totally different than Crisis', though.

He is ignorant. I am not. I don't plan on protecting him in the arena unless he approaches me first. I have a different agenda: protecting those that he targets.

He plans on leading the Careers on a torture spree. I plan on preventing that.

I dig into my cereal, relishing the crunch in my mouth. After an early-morning training session I had jogged home like usual, to find my brother still sleeping, like usual. He's not what you would call motivated in the morning.

I jog upstairs to pack some clothes to change into after I go back to the Training Center. If I'm going to beat my brother at what's supposedly his game, I need to get in more training than usual.

My trainer, Tanika, is waiting for me when I arrive back at the Training Center. She's the only person that I've told my plan to. She understands how hard I need to work to set it in motion. It might be difficult but I will beat Crisis.

We start with some survival review until I hear a familiar voice.

"What is HE doing here this early?!" I almost scream.

"Hi, little sis! How's the training going?" he shouts across the facility.

I do my best to ignore him. He's only ever a jerk to me when we're training, just so that he can show off. Ugh.

Crisis strolls across the Training Center, occasionally stopping to chat with trainers or trainees. Once he finally gets to me, he pats my head and says hello to Tanika. God I hate him right now.

"What are you doing here, sis?" he questions.

"I could ask you the same thing," I glare.

"Come on, Chaotic, quit messing around," he laughs.

"I came back for more training. Why else would I be here?"

"You were here earlier than this?! I woke up like three hours ago and couldn't sleep so I came here once I figured it was an acceptable hour."

"I was here at 5."

"What's your point?"

I roll my eyes and motion for Tanika to follow me to a different station.

"Chaotic!"

"What do you want now, Crisis?!"

"Duel me."

This is the other reason that I hate training with Crisis. He's always trying to show off his strength to me and the others. It sucks. Especially because he only ever wants to fight me.

"Please? You never do."

"Find a trainer to help you." I say coldly. It's been ages since we were training at the same time and I remember clearly why I started going earlier than him.

"Fine, be a wuss. You're just scared because you know I can beat you."

There's a collective "ooh" from the crowd that's gathered around us. He really knows how to set me up.

"One fight. That's it." I say, putting on a belt of assorted throwing stars and knives.

He smirks and only takes an 8" dagger. We move to the fight ring.

Okay, I think to myself, he's going to try to get in close. Shorter weapons means closer combat.

I take two throwing stars off the belt. The trainer blows their whistle, signaling the start of the match.

With a sudden twang, both throwing stars are lodged in his protective chest gear, right over his heart.

"You'd be dead already," I snarl.

"Not if I had a bulletproof vest," he retorts.

"Where the hell will you find that in the arena?!"

"From my sponsors, obviously." He starts to duck and weave through the stars and knives flying at him. One catches him in the left shoulder and he stumbles. I make my move, taking a particularly long knife and walking forward. Just before he regains his balance, I knee him in the stomach and he falls, clutching his abdomen. I move my knife to the back of his neck.

"And... there's your cannon. Thanks for playing How to Die."

He snarls and shoves me off of him, stalking away. The crowd applauds me, except for Crisis' entourage. They shoot me some glares and follow him.

As I leave the ring, I get some high fives and claps on the back. Exactly like I had just won the Games. When I get back to Tanika, she's looking at me differently.

"You really do have a chance at these Games, you know."

I just smirk and continue chopping and slashing dummies.

"You're just mad because I beat you this morning!"

"Duh! Seriously, way to make me look bad! Come on, could you have been more embarrassing? If I didn't know better I would've thought that you were volunteering too!"

I roll my eyes. "You know I hate the Games."

"Then what was that all about?!"

"Showing you that you don't own me. I am better than you."

He snorts. "Yeah, when you have your choice of weapons."

"If I was in the Games I wouldn't need to go to the Cornucopia! I can make a weapon from anything."

"Suuuure."

Just you wait and see, brother.

Finally we arrive home. I had changed and left, and Crisis was waiting for me outside for some reason. Clearly he's upset that a girl 7 minutes younger than him just beat him at his own game.

"Just get over yourself already." I say as I start my way upstairs. "Not everyone loves you as much as you think."

All I hear from him before I close my bedroom door is laughter.

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