Hokeyp, hello there. To those of you reading this, if you haven't already, go and check out the prequel for this book, 'Pride of the Games.' As it details the events that this book shall be mentioning, and everything will seem confusing if you don't read the first part.

And for those of you who have read the first book, and have come here for more action, romance, angst, fear, hope and other emotions that will evoke THE FEELS! You have come to the right place, and I hope you enjoy the story.

Now, a brief warning, this story contains blood, some gore, swearing, and scenes of a violent nature. You have been warned, and lastly, this is only the prologue, so expect it to be shorter than the actual story, okay.

Hokeyp, here we go then!

Prologue: The Victor of District Two

My name is Mitchell Hughes, although most people call me Mitch. I never liked my name, Mitchell... It seemed to high, to posh for my liking, especially from where I came from. I was from District Two, the meanest of all of the Districts in Panem, and I considered myself lucky, for a time.

But then, something had changed my life, something that had given me nightmares, countless sleepless nights, and an anxiety that was all caused by one thing. The 67th Annual Hunger Games.

The Hunger Games were competitions held every year, where a boy and a girl would be taken from each of the twelve Districts of Panem, and then would be forced to fight each other in a battle to the death in an arena.

And on the 67th Annual Hunger Games, I was the male Tribute for District Two. That was almost a month and a few weeks ago, although it seemed years ago. I had high expectations, and I had the pride of my District on my shoulders. I had to win the Games.

But my enitre perspective of the Games was changed when i met two people that changed my life. Quinten Amphi, and Jerome Oaken, two boys that were also Tributes in the Games. We naturally became friends, and as time went on, I realized how monstrous we all were, killing each other for the amusement of the Capitol.

I was sickened, but I had to participate, or die. During our one week preparation in the Capitol, Jerome had confessed that he loved me, but I didn't return his feelings. I felt we were just friends, and nothing more.

But then, the Games began. I saw people being slaughtered, my original group whittling down as we continued on. I accidentally killed a boy, Mat Bridges, and was forced to flee along with Quinten, and my District Partner Amelia Jennings, who was cold and ruthless to us during the start of the Games.

But as I soon found out, she was just trying not to get attached, so that she would not hesitate to kill her target... But shortly after this discovery, Amelia was killed by mutt seagulls, and I lost a District Partner, and a friend.

I went on a mission with Quinten to find Jerome, and we ended up meeting up with him in a secret cave, high above the mountains of the arena. There, I met his District Partner Adrienne Leech, who was an innocent Twelve year old, who wanted nothing more than to see her sister again.

But sadly, just two days after meeting the group, Adrienne and Jerome were out hunting, when a person from my old group, Hannah Barke, stabbed Adrienne in the chest, before being killed by Jerome. Adrienne died in Jerome's arms, and after those days, I became that much closer to the furry Bacca that was Jerome Oaken.

I confessed that I liked him back shortly before the incident, but nothing was done about it. We were told of a 'Feast' at the Cornucopia, which had supplies we needed. Quinten was sick at this time, and was dying of his sickness, so I went to the Cornucopia, got our backpacks, and escaped, while two Tributes perished.

The next day was the day of the Victory. We encountered an insane Tribute, Jordan Maron, who stabbed himself to escape the torture of the games. We reached the centre of the arena, only for our biggest foe, Katelina Coralis, to throw a knife at Quinten, supposedly killing the Mudkip.

I killed Katelina in an ensuing battle, believing Quinten to be dead, and then, after a moment of frustration, I decided that we had to kill ourselves. We couldn't let them have a victor... But in that moment, me and Jerome kissed, and I knew that I loved him, and I admitted it.

We were about to kill ourselves so the Capitol would not have a Victor, but we were spared and both declared Victors. On our way back to the Capitol, it was revealed that Quinten had miraculously been brought back from the brink of death, after his cannon misfired, and he was healed by the water he died in.

The three of us became the Victors of the Hunger Games, and we were given our lives back, wealth beyond belief, and a new home in the Victor's Village of our District.

I settled in with my mother and my brother, but soon became plagued by the nightmares of the Games. I kept seeing the faces of dead Tributes, and I soon began to fear the sleep. I did not know how to get a good night's sleep, and with the Victory Tour coming up, I couldn't afford to not have my energy.

I needed sleep, and I needed health... I needed my friends from the arena, the ones still alive, both now dwelling in District Twelve after Quinten was banished from District One. I knew I would see them in just under five days, but I was being plagued so much, I was sure that if I didn't see them sooner, I would collapse from the pressure.

I'd been receiving gifts from the Capitol, in the form of a new diamond sword, and a phone to contact my friends, but I could not get the phone working. The Diamond Sword was rather interesting though, and I nicknamed it 'Benja' because I liked the sound of the name.

But as the days got closer, and my frustration grew, so did my fear, for only a mere two days before I was supposed to set out on the Victory Tour, did Snow visit, and since then, I had been dreading everything.

"You are not doing as I thought you would," Snow whispered into my ear as I looked at him in our Study. "Why have you not spoken to your lover yet?"

"I couldn't get the phone working," I admitted, looking at the President with slight fear. "I told everybody, I love him! He's my Bacca!" I proclaimed.

"You say he is, and yet, you have not visited him, phoned him, or bothered to keep in contact with him," Snow pointed out, staring at me with his evil eyes.

"President, you do not understand just how much I need Jerome right now. I have nightmares, I have tried to set up the phone, and it's too late to head to Twelve now!" I cried out, looking around in anger. I wanted the man to stop.

"But it isn't too late. The Tribute Parade starts at Twelve. On the day before the Parade starts, I have arranged for you to go to Twelve, with Jorneo, Nastashia and of course, Zefeera, and I want you to see Jerome's District, and see what it is to be put there with the lowest. You will see why I put Quinten there as punishment," Snow finished, standing up.

"Quinten had no control over what he did!" I shouted in anger, looking at the President with fury.

"Well, he needed to be taught some manners, and I did that," Snow laughed. "Oh, and Mitch, you better show them you love Jerome, or you, Jerome and Quinten may meet a... terrible fate..." And with that, Snow closed the door and left, leaving me alone, and afraid.

That was why I was terrified. If I didn't love Jerome like I did in the Arena, I will cause all of our deaths... I couldn't so that to Jerome! I loved him! I would never let my lover die! Never!

I will love you Jerome! I always have since that day at the end of the Games, and I always will!

And there you go, the Prologue for Pride of the Fight! Enjoy the prologue because I'm not updating tomorrow. Also, this book is also going to be split into Three Parts. Like the last one.

We are in the 1st Part. 'Part 1: The Tour.'

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