This is my first fanfic! I was going to try an SYOT but I decided to try my hand at 2 POVs before i do 24. So I hope you guys enjoy it! And please tell me if my chapters are too long or short, i really appreciate it. Normally I'll be doing both POVs in one chapter but I decided to make a seperate chapter to introduce both characters.
Kodiak Kyquist-District 3
The District 4 girl raises her spear, her eyes glowing red with bloodlust. She is bleeding from a dozen places, but that cannot stop her. At her feet lies a small figure, its hand clutching a bloody knife. But the fragile figure is much worse off, blood running down its arms, legs, and chest. The monstrous girl brings her spear down with brutal force, driving it into the figure's throat. The blood... the horrible, crimson blood...
I shoot up, cold sweat lining my forehead. The nightmares. That's all I ever dream about nowadays. The deep, agonizing terror is what I wake up to every morning of my life. It's amazing that I'm still sane. It's like my family is cursed to relive every terrible moment of our life while we sleep.
"Kodi!" my mother shouts from the kitchen. "Kodiak Nyquist! It's time to get up!" She has such a screechy voice; it's a bit hard to get up every morning after hearing that. But, hey, I'll do anything to get out of these nightmares. I slip out of bed and head to the bathroom. The bags under my hazel eyes have really begun to be more prominent. I run my fingers through my black wavy hair before slipping on my beanie. I practically never go out without it, partially because my hair is always in a thick mess. I realize I didn't even change out of my work clothes last night, so I slip on a gray T-shirt. And, on instinct, I check to make sure I'm wearing Lynn's wristband, even though I promised never to take it off. I study the intricate leaf engraved on the silver before heading into the kitchen.
I make my way to the dining table, where my siblings and my mother are waiting. Not surprisingly, my father is absent. I ask my mom, "Is dad at work already?" even though I know the answer. She replied, "Yes, he's got along day today since tomorrow is…" She didn't have to remind me. Tomorrow was the day we have been dreading for 4 years now. The reapings.
My dad has worked from dawn to nightime for the past four years, so i never really see him. But he has to if he wants to put food on the table. It's amazing how my dad is able to get up every morning; after all, he's had it worse than us. Losing a twin sister and a cousin to the Hunger Games is not an easy thing to go through. And on top of that, there was Lynn. His daughter. My sister.
"Oh, one of your little friends, I think it was Kat, passed by while you were sleeping. She said to meet her at the shop," my sister Vespa said to me, flipping her hair behind her ears.
"Little friends?" I ask her indignantly. She was only a year older than me, but sometimes I swear she thinks it's more like ten. But I love her, just the same. She looked offended by my sarcastic tone, so I smiled and rustled her hair jokingly before turning to Mom. "I'll go out then." I tell her.
"Alright. But be back by three. We don't want the peacekeepers to get mad again." She didn't need to tell me twice. So I grabbed a slice of toast, kissed my little brother Leo on his bald head (he always giggles when I do that), and headed out of the old little shack we call our house. Ahhh, District 3. My home and my prison. The testament to the struggles I've had to put up with.
We live in the poor area of District 3, where the smog from the factories pollute the air. My father works in these factories, as an engineer. It's a dangerous job, fixing heavy machinery and whatnot, but he does it well. After all, electronics don't make themselves. As for me, i sell electronics to the richer people of District 3 as well as the Capitol. Believe it or not, I practically know all there is about electronics and math and all that good stuff. I just don't tend to show it.
I make my way to the shack my friends and i lovingly call "The Shop". In reality, it's just a meeting place before we head out to the lake. The door creaks as I push it open, and inside Kat and Garl, my lifelong friends, are waiting. Kat smiles, her beautiful emerald eyes glistening, her delicate blonde hair curling behind her back. I couldn't even tell that she was from the same poor area as me. Garl on the other hand, has cheeks permanently covered in soot, and his curly brown hair is usually strewn all over his head.
I give Garl my toast, and Kat wraps her arms around me and kisses me on the cheek. Her lips radiate warmth, and I calm a bit. We've been dating for 2 years now, and she had helped me through all the hardships I've been through. She looks at me with her emerald eyes and says, "How are you feeling?" I reply, "Well, aside from the nightmares and the fact that tomorrow is reaping day, I'm pretty good."
Garl begins munching on his toast, and says between bites, "Oh yeah. Tomorrow's the reapings. Almost forgot." Kat give him a stern look, which I can't help but laugh at, but Garl doesnt notice, intent on eating his bread. Kat looks back at me and says, "Are you still thinking about-"
"Yeah," I interrupt, "You know i can't stop thinking about her. Especially with the Hunger Games coming up." The 'her' was Lynn, my twin sister who was reaped at the age of twelve. My best friend who I had no choice but to watch die at the hands of District 4. Lynn; the source of my hatred for the Capitol. And the nightmares. The deep, agonizing nightmares.
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