Chapter 1

The Games

I draw in a deep breath as I stand on the platform of the stadium, watching the others in the Ice Games, all getting into position, ready to dart for the supplies. I run a hand through my smooth, blond hair, taking note of Pixal's position. She's ten platforms away from me out of twenty-four. We were both taken from district 12, as part of the tribute for the annual Ice Games, but we each have a major advantage and disadvantage. Neither of us is human, which brings two things into my stressed out mind: #1: we won't need supplies. #2: If the people running the games find out we're robots, we will be terminated immediately. I have to do this, for Lloyd. I volunteered to get him out of this, and I want to live, so he won't be guilty about it.

I catch Cole staring at me and putting up a pinky finger at me*. Though most people don't know the expression, I do, and would rather not specify what he is implying.

I hear the announcer count down on the final numbers and maybe I should have paid attention earlier.

3!

2!

1!

The cannon goes off and I dart away from the supplies, making a B-line for the forest, risking a glance to see Pixal heading to the opposite side of the forest. Just keep moving! I push my legs to their limit on speed, not daring to look back. Any moment a knife from Nya can puncture me, or Cole could throw a machete at me, or even Kai could shoot me with an arrow. Something whistles behind me and I drop instantly to the ground, anticipating certain death, but I'm alive. Not for long. I look back to see Kai fitting another arrow into his bowstring, aiming for my head.

"Get Zane before he runs away, Kai!" Cole shouts as he picks up a nasty blade from another teenager's body. I am so close to the forest now that I cannot give up. I leap up, swerving to the right; then quickly to left as Kai attempts to take aim, but his arrow strikes a tree next to me.

I dart off into the underbrush, running wherever is away from those three. I've made it into the forest, but what now? I ought to just find somewhere to hide, but where? A tree; they won't suspect that I'll hide right at the front. The most dangerous place is the safest, I hope.

My eyes scan the area for a suitable place, but the tree I am looking at is struck by an ax, which makes me think otherwise. I dart off to the right as footsteps follow me. I turn to see Dareth attempting to pull the blade out of the tree, and try not to laugh, but see this as an opportunity. No, I won't take advantage. I don't want to kill anyone.

Just as I am about to depart Dareth calls me, "Hey you!" He yanks the ax out and throws it at me. I duck and leap at him, swinging an elbow into his throat. The teen lands on his back, breathless, his green eyes wide with terror. I pull a knife out of his pocket, poised for the fatal strike, but something holds me back. I don't know whether it's out of humanity, or whether or not it's his eyes. They somehow remind me of Pixal. A pain in my head brings me back as Dareth head butts me, causing me to drop the knife. Now he's in control of the situation. He picks up the blade and raises it above my head. I lost. I'm going to die. I have failed you Lloyd.

*Putting up a pinky finger in Taiwan and China is calling someone a coward.

AN: This is not going to be exactly the same as The Hunger Games. It's about the games, not what Peeta and Katniss did, so this will be mostly different. One out of the three (Kai, Nya, and Cole) will not die. Let me know what you think. Please R&R! :)