Authors note: Hi everyone! If your reading this then that means... YOU CLICKED ON MY STORY SO THANKYOU! So I started this story after the reaping! Because reaping's are boring! So this story starts on the train to the Capitol. But dont worry as I will be filling in details such as Freya's apperance and characteristics in later chapters as Freya develops. This is my very first story so please feel free to comment and give me some critisisms! Thanks and please ENJOY.
I entered into the train, my mind so full of thought's and fears that I stumbled every couple of steps and had to put all of my concentration into stopping tears from welling in my eyes. I knew I must have looked like such a wimp, an easy target for everyone and anyone in these Games. My wide green eyes which always seemed shocked and gently curled long bronze hair didn't really make me look like a vicious blood thirsty soon to be victor, more like a doe caught in the headlights. However I still didn't regret voulenteering for that other girl in District four, better me than her I suppose. She had a family, someone to get back to,people that needed her. I didn't have that, so I guess that's why i'm here and she's home.
Swallowing down my fear I opened the door to the dining room and prepared to meet my mentors. At first I couldn't help but take in the lavish decorations of the dining room and all the food it looked so good... stop I need to think about my survival not about food. Clearing my throat quietly I settled my line of vision onto the mentors that sat before me. The first I saw was Mags, a little old lady with frosty white hair, everything about her seemed caring... almost maternal. She was very old and weathered but her eyes they were so different, sparkling green and as sharp as a knife. And right now those eyes were scrutinizing me, seeing if I was worth wasting her time on or not I bet. Quickly becoming intimidated by her stare I moved my gaze onto the other Mentor; Finnick Odair. How could I not know who he was. Well for those of you that dont know Finnick Odair is possibly the most well known victor since well forever really. He won the games aged only fourteen, becoming the youngest victor of the Hunger Games. But don't think that I like him, because trust me I dont. He is cocky and arrogant, never stopping to care for his tributes. In fact I bet that he cares more about the current state of his hair than he cares about my survival.
Momentarily my fear changed to white hot anger just thinking about how unfair this all is, the Capitol, the Games and Finnick Odair. And at that moment I wasn't sure which one I hated more. but now I had bigger things to concentrate on than my arrogant mentor. Quietly I pulled out a chair and settled at the table, as did my district partner, Kripton. He always seemed to have an air of confidence about him. Infact it was almost as if he felt that he had these games in the bag. Just looking at that boy, or should I say that mountain- of- power- and- strength- that- was- sure- to- make- me- meet- an- untimley -death, yes it was fair to say that I was terrified of being even in the same vicinity as him.
"So how to I win this?" Kripton asked, ever the confident. I of course was completley insulted by his words. I mean honestly I was sitting right there! However annoyed I was I had to admit I have to say he has a point, I had done everything wrong. Crying before the reaping, during the reaping, after the reaping, on the car in the way here actually now that I think about it i'm quite surprised that i'm not crying right now. So I settled on an icy glare in his direction.
Judging by their angry glares in Kripton's direction it was clear to see that Finnick and Mags were just as un-impressed by Kripton's behaviour as I was. They turned to each other and mumbled a quiet conversation before turning back to face us. Finnick cleared his throat before turning back towards us and looking at me with a smile.
"So me and Mag's have decided, you- he said pointing at me- are training with me, and you-he said making no effort to conceal his distaste whilst addressing Kripton- are training with Mags."
"Unless you have any problem with that." he asked me gently as an after thought.
"No it's fine" I replied sternly, as nice as Finnick was being to me I hated being treated like a fragile thing, I know I had acted like a wimp ( well it really wasn't acting.) but kind and gentle words don't win these Games. Finnick, however didn't seem phased by my words and simply led me down into another carrige of the train. This one was alot more plain than the previous one, bright white walls custom to the Capitol but there was still no food or paintings to distract me and that was good enough. I was to lost in inspecting horribly bright walls that I was shocked when I heard Finnick speaking to me in mid sentence. " What? sorry I was a bit-" Finnick now cut me off in mid sentence as I had him a minute ago.
"Distracted? It's ok I know it's a bit overwhelming at first but you get used to it." he replied smoothly, beckoning me to sit on the opposite side of the small two seater table that was in front of us. I slipped into the chair and took one final look around the room. "You really get used to all this?" I questioned uncertainly. Finnick laughed slightly and shook his head "No I guess you dont.- his face suddenly sobered- but you might not have to." he ended bluntly. And although I tried not to tears started to well in my eyes again as the full force of my situation hit me again.
"I'm sorry I shouldnt have said that- he added with a genuine look of worry on his face- I think you could have potential , just tell me about your skills." he asked softly, lacing his fingers together and leaning his elbows on the table. I stared at him before shaking my head " I dont have any." I responded blankly. Just the thought of ending someones life was to disqusting to even think about. Finnick however was undettered and pressed on " Everyone has something." he prompted sternly. I decided to really rack my brains for something, anything that could potentially help me. " There is one thing..." I started unsteadly.
"Go on,"he responded, leaning forward slightly more.
"I can tell things about people, when- when I look at them, I think it might be called de... ded..." I fumbled with my words.
"Deduction." Finnick ended for me.
"Yeah that's it."I confirmed. we sat in silence with Finnick staring at me for several minutes.
"What?" I asked, feeling completley unsettled by his stare.
"Do it, right now on me." he challenged, by his tone I could tell that he thought I was lying.
"Fine." I huffed sitting up straight and staring straight at Finnick, observing everything. And then just like that random things, facts about him started flowing in my head and blurted out my mouth, "You've been knotting rope recently, not as a job but as a stress reliver, I can tell by the small amount of rope burn on your hand and small stress marks that are on your forehead, the concealer you've used hasnt quite done it's job. Judging by the fact that you haven't got a surgical procedure done to remove them I can only assume that your stress is constant rather than a forgotten issue. You also havent gotten much sleep latley due to one night stands. You have two very light lipstick marks near your neck but both in different shades so is musn't be the same girl. However these girl's are not the object of your affection are they? Your heart belongs to Annie Cresta doesn't it? You have a very recent smuge of lipstick on your actual lips, a shade of burgundy, the exact same shade Annie was wearing at the reaping today. Is that all correct?" I asked looking into his dumbstruck face with a small smirk. Finnick had paled slightly during my observations and seemed to be stuck in shock.
"Are you okay?" I asked, scared that I had offended him somehow. He shook his head and stared at me with an un-readable emotion, "It's nothing. That was good. just be careful how you use it." he responded blankly getting up and striding towards the door. I opened and closed my mouth, trying to find the words to say. I didn't mean to be rude he had asked me to do it, either way I really didn't want to be left alone here. But it seemed saying nothing had stopped him as he turned in the doorway. Some color had returned to his face and he seemed to be getting back to normal "I'm so sorry, I forgot to ask your name." he asked with an obvious fake smile.
"Freya Medler." I responded quietly, unsure if he was still upset. Momentarily his eyes widened in shock, but it happened so quickly I still wonder if it ever gave another one of those smiles and carried on. "And your Parent's names?" he pressed on, and I could swear there was hint of urgency in his words.
"I never knew them. Medler is the name of the community home in District 4, so I got it." I responded in confusion. This time I was sure I saw him looking shocked again. He gave a nod and another tight smile before leaving at record speed. So that's how I ended up all alone, lost on a train riding me to my death.