The Hunger Games - (Super Mario Edition): Chapter 1

The Reaping -

Time shifted quickly. Almost too quickly for what kept everyone up at night, the dreaded and heartbreaking moment of the reaping. Two tributes from each of the twelve districts are chosen, against their will, to compete in The Hunger Games. A dangerous and bloody battle to the death, where only one will make it out alive, or so it seems. The most cruel part of the event is that it is broadcasted for all citizens of the Capitol to watch.

I dragged myself into bed, fearing the day that awaits me. Tomorrow was the reaping. I pull the covers over me and close my eyes tightly, trying to imagine what life would be like if poverty had not reached our district, how the quality of life would be far more suited for everyone's needs. Every last one of us hated our life's, but still we were worth saving, and the Capitol did the opposite for us. Eventually I reached a deep sleep, good enough to keep me alive tomorrow at the reaping...

My eyes open slowly and steadily, I try to sleep a little longer by attempting to close my eyes a little more, but something just won't let me. My heart pounds against my chest and an unwanted adrenaline begins to pump around my body. Uneasily, I pull myself out of bed and leave the our hut with my family, my Father, Bowser, and all my brothers and one sister. They weren't actually my brothers or sisters, they just live with us. Sandy roads surrounded by mountains lead the pathway to the reaping, I couldn't stop walking, it just wasn't allowed. A breeze brushed against my body, slightly easing the stress, but it wasn't enough.

Mumbles can be heard near by, we're defiantly close now. Around a small hill can be seen a large crowd of people awaiting for the names to be reaped from the large glass container. Situated at the back of the crowd, me, my Father and the Koopalings can just about hear what was going on.

"We would like to welcome you all to the 74 annual Hunger Games reaping, there will be two tributes from our district and 12 others, totalling to 24 tributes all together. So let's get started, shall we?"

A large stage is upfront with a tall toad reading out lines that where all to familiar. I closed my eyes, time seemed to slow down and my hearing seems to focus only on what was important.

"The first tribute from our district, 12, shall be Wendy O' Koopa"

My eyes open in shock, my closest friend has been reaped first. I can't let her go, at least not by her self. My body stiffens and I struggle to think... I shout

"I stand as tribute". The crowd emits a loud and shocked gasp, unexpectedly.

"Well, what do we have here, our first ever volunteer? I am not going to question that" the toad said, with great joy. We both quickly and steadily treaded out way up to the stage.

Wendy whispers "What's wrong with you Jr! You are going to get your self killed!"

I reply "We are all going to end up dying here anyway. Let's just get it over with".

We are both taken off stage. The toad escorts us to some sort of lounge, the walls brightly coloured blue and tables and chairs take up most of the floor space. Each table is neatly organised with foods and other expensive editable content.

"Enjoy it whilst it lasts, you have a long journey ahead of you!" She exclaims, me and Wendy nod.