The Career's Games

by Juliet888

Follow the bloodthirsty careers through the 74th Annual Hunger Games. Watch them face their ups and downs without the hindrance of the pesky Katniss. Even without her only one can win or could there be more? What will happen? Who will fall? Read and find out. I'll update this once or twice a day every day of the holiday.

1. Clove

The Career's Games

Authors Note

Hello thank you for coming to read my story, this is my first fanfic so please don't be mean and constructive criticism is always appreciated.

Clove's Point Of View

Year before the reaping/games

Today is reaping day eve. Most common district 2 families would be celebrating their children which might be going off to the games and dying, or they would be celebrating that their child would bring back unnameable honour to our colony.

I don't celebrate, my uncle is an alcoholic abuser and I'm the only one there. The staffs at the hospital have already gotten to know my name. That's not good. Here in 2 we are meant to be tough, the strongest district in Panem, and I am going to the hospital to get help just because a few shards of glass had punctured my skin, truly pitiful.

As normal, I leave my home with my exclusive training bag, no hug or visit to my uncle before I leave, I just leave him there sucking up and then spitting out his own puke, disgusting.

Upon passing through the threshold of the training centre, no need to boast since everyone knows it, is the best training complex in the whole of Panem, I am an entirely new person. No more little helpless girl that needs to go to the hospital to bandage a wound, I am a supreme knife thrower, can kill anything and anyone with a flick of the wrist. Not only that but I am only 14 the youngest in my class and possibly most deadly.

When I get to my most liked station, knife throwing, an idiotic dirty blonde haired guy lunges onto my section of the room with a silver short sword and gets nicked by my knife while I am throwing, serves him right though, nobody gets in the way of my target. He looks at me and with a puzzled face trying to hide his pain but it starts to creep in and all I do is chuckle, harder and harder as he tries not to show pain.

It wasn't long before everyone was staring at me, why does it matter; they all know I'm psychotic anyway. I throw a knife at the head director of the unit and that surely made everyone get back to what they were doing. The image of his face was so familiar. Yes that was it he is Cato, the 'Mr. I Am So Muscular and Tough Guy', 17 and probably the best boy in here, so he does have a point. Authors Note/ get the pun, point, and his favourite weapon is the sword I'm so funny. Bet he wouldn't be so boisterous if he knew that I could beat him, and I'm 14 also a girl.

When I was walking home that day from training, I start to re-asses the emotions on his face, come to think of it, it may have not been pain, I think it may have been love. That can't be right, I never get anything wrong, never in my life was there something that I have done that was not right, never.

1 Year And 1 Day Later

[Woosh]

"Hello and welcome pesky teenagers and children to the district 2 reaping. Did I just say that? Sorry. Welcome district 2 citizens and children to the 74th annual hunger games reaping. Shall we get started? I think we shall, the women traditionally go first but, let's mix it up. From the boys the brave tribute shall be... Vincent Cious. Strait away hands were flying and there were yells of volunteering

"I volunteer as tribute,"

That yell silenced the crowd and it was not surprising that it was Cato. He made his way to the stage cheering for himself. Still an idiot till the end. Next ladies... Penny Wny. I wait for the volunteering to nearly come to a close then a yell to silence all others, maybe even louder than Cato's. I volunteer running to the stage and bow. I am with Cato.

The escort started reading the treaty and I don't even bother to learn her name or reply to her. I just want to get into the games and murder everyone I can see.

As I sit on a red velvet cushion, I wait 1 hour for anyone that would want to visit me to come. The door does not open.

I walked to the train station with our districts escort to board and the whole ride their she was blabbing on about the trains, the capital and how proud she is of how us. The train ride took hours even though we were speeding at 600km per hour. I watched the rich countryside and forest speed into tall building and skyscrapers. I meet with Enobaria an hour before we exit. She is our mentor and also a previous district 2 winner.

She tells me stories about her games and how to survive. We seem alike. Rebellious, acting before we think and not the most bubbly and friendly people in the world. I would say that we would get along together well but we are just not those type of people to have friends.

She teaches me the basics on how to act with Ceaser Flickerman. I chose the attitude of being brutal, ready to kill anyone and have no remorse at the death that I have caused. I feel ready for anything.

The train starts to come to a smooth stop and I arrive at a city that looks like a kids painting. Women with green sking and men with pink hair are waving their hands whistling, even screaming to catch our attention. I glared at a woman and she fainted, not sure why, because I gave her my glare or because I gave her so much attention. Anyway I just laughed.

Authors Note/ Please review and follow I think that's what I was meant to say and with the tributes names keep the first to letters, delete the rest of their first name and then add the surname to the 2 letters hehehehe. Tell me some constructive criticism and/or some ideas. I will have a chapter for each career.

Bye