Allright guys, this is my first fanfiction ever, so don't slaughter me completly. Tell me what you think, though. It is great with some response.
Kent Sardan's POV
What do you think, when you know that you're going die? Or, what are you supposed to think? Because the only thing that went through my head, were my dad's last words to me:
"son, if you die…" "When I die," I had answered him, but he ignored me. "If you die, then I won't have any reason to live anymore. Then I'm probably going back to the alcohol, like after your mom and sister died. So promise me one thing…" his voice shattered. I grabbed his arm. "Dad I can't promise to come back," I said, as I felt the tears filling my eyes. He shacked his head. "No, son. I want you to promise that you will bring honor to our district. Smash some skulls for District 6!" He gave me a hug, then held me on an arms distance, looked into my eyes for a second, and then left.
The words swirled around in my head, together with the last picture of my dad. He looked a lot like me. Or I looked like him. Sand colored hair and chocolate-eyes. I was prettier, though. And maybe a little bit taller. But he was stronger. More… massive than me. Even though I was pretty big and strong myself.
And then there was my mom… No, I couldn't think about them. Too much sadness, and too many cameras.
Or… no, no cameras. I was in the train, and there were no cameras here. Or was it? I couldn't remember seeing any pictures of the tributes while they were in there trains during any of the games I've seen. But who knows? Better safe than sorry. I was on my way to the Hunger Games.
I was in my room, leaning on the window, looking out. Wondering what I should do know. Maybe find my mentor. Who was that again? I couldn't remember. Maybe it was Raven. Yes, it was him. He won ten years ago, in the 37th Hunger Games. He had helped three tributes from District 6 to the top eight. Maybe I can make it that far too?
Somebody knocked at the door. "Come in," I shouted. The door opened, and a servant came in. "Mr. Raven wants to see you," he said, then left without another word. I sighed. Time for tactics.