The Silverfox

by Nicolenna

Yen was eighteen when she won the 66th Hunger Games. She learned that there was no coming back to her life from before. She learned that the Capitol would forever make her dance to its own tune. She learned to survive among deception and plots. She learned to charm and deceive. She learned how to be a dissident, how to change the unchangeable. She learned to live and love again.

YENNEFER. Year 66, District 3, after the reaping.

Sitting in her private room in the train that would take her to the Capitol felt surreal. This train is taking me to slaughter. And there was nothing she could do. She still wore the flowing red dress her aunt had gotten her for her last birthday; the only dress she owned; the only garment she owned that hadn't belonged to her older cousins or her mother before her. It was real pretty, in a shade of red that had reminded her of the songbirds that nested on top of the electronics factory. Now it looked like fresh blood to her. Like her blood. She would die. There was no hope. She would die and her family would have to watch the mandatory feed that showed her death. She would die, and the country would applaud. She would die for the sins of her father's father and her mother's mother and there was nothing she could do but die.

Taking deep breaths to stop the anxiety attack that was coming, she undressed, throwing the red dress into the trash. Either way she had no more use for it. She would die, and no one would wear a dead girl's dress. If she lived, if by some mistake of fate she won, no one would let her wear a dress this simple for official occassions. If she lived, she wouldn't want to be reminded of today.. She got into the shower, turning the water as hot as it would go without burning off her skin. She didn't cry. Her mother used to say she was only allowed to cry when someone died. Ironic. She didn't know if she was allowed to cry if it was her who was going to die.

About a minute into the shower, she turned the water to cold. She wanted to scream, but held it in. And she held her breath. As long as she could. Longer. When she drew breath again, her lungs filled with oxygen eagerly. She nodded to herself. The time for self pity was over. She might know she was going to go down in the Games anyway, that she was going to die no matter what. But if so, she meant to go down in a way that made her District proud. Go down fighting.

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Hello everyone! This is my first ever story in any universe and any reality. Sooo be nice? Comments and help and whatnot is appreciated. At this time, I know where I want to go with the story, but the exact steps I want to write about in detail are not fixed. I'll do that on the fly.

Let's see if anyone even reads this, then maybe add another chapter or two in the following days^^

Have a good one, and may the odds be ever in your favor!

Nicolenna (Who doesn't own any of that stuff, as you might have guessed. Hunger Games belongs to Suzanne Collins, I'm just the kid having a good time in her playground).