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EPISODE 1: The Hunger Games


CHAPTER 1: The Reaping


Mikasa Ackerman woke up early in the morning. She was used to waking up this early in the morning, but today was not just any day. It was the day of the Reaping. She prayed that Eren Jaeger's name would not be drawn and neither would hers. She'd give the capitol anything for Eren not to go in the games. ANYTHING.

The games were a sick thing. People dying for other people's amusement always was. The games had all began after these horrible creatures known as Titans were eliminated. The Titans would eat people and everyone was in there mercy for a hundred years. Once they were all eliminated, people began to fight each other for land and food. There was much bloodshed.

Once everyone stopped fighting they began the Hunger Games. The Hunger Games was supposed to keep peace but Mikasa could not understand how sending two kids from all twelve districts (one boy and one girl) into an arena to kill each other was "peace."

Mikasa put on her scarf and grabbed her bow as quietly as possible trying not to wake up Eren and headed out to the forest. Sure, she wasn't supposed to go in there, if she was caught she would be in huge trouble, and there was an electric fence but it was broken (and never actually electrocuted people,) but everyone except Eren and her was afraid of going in the forest.

She went in and quietly listened. She saw a deer that weighed at least a hundred pounds.

Mikasa pulled an arrow out, and got ready to shoot when a voice called out, "And what do you think you're going to do if you get caught by the peacekeepers with that?" and the deer ran off.

"Eren! I was about to shoot that!" Mikasa said turning to the green eyed brunette.

"Yeah, and do what? There are peacekeepers all over the place, especially today. What would you do if you got caught lugging that thing around?" Eren asked. Mikasa looked at him unimpressed.

"That was the first deer I've seen in a year," Mikasa said. Eren sighed and picked up a rock.

"Be ready," Eren said throwing a rock at a tree. Hundreds of birds came flying out and Mikasa quickly shot up. She hit a bird and it fell to the ground.

"See? Not a loss," Eren said. Mikasa picked up the bird and they went out of the forest.

Mikasa had her name inside of the drawing jars seven times. The drawing jars are where they drew the names of who was going in the Hunger Games. She had to put her name in seven times because she was sixteen (because you start being able to go in the games when you were twelve and it added up by one every year) but if you put extra in you get food. She didn't let Eren put it in more than the amount he was supposed to though. She didn't want to give him an extra risk of being chosen.

Eren and Mikasa sat on a hill right by the edge of the town. The view was amazing. You could see the forest stretching out before them.

"We could run away. Go far away and never come back," Eren said.

"They would go after us and find us. It'd be no use," Mikasa said.

"But what if they don't find us?" Eren asked.

"We would need to come back for supplies," Mikasa said.

"You know how to hunt and you can make arrows. We wouldn't ever need to go back," Eren said. Suddenly a loud alarm went off. Mikasa and Eren knew that it was time for the reaping.

Eren and Mikasa had to part ways to go into the boy and girl section. Mikasa hugged Eren before they parted, and they told each other "Good luck."

After Eren and Mikasa got through the signing in process, Eren and Mikasa waited in the boy and girl section.

A woman with brownish red hair and glasses came out onto stage.

"Hello everybody! We are going to draw the names of who gets to go into the 74th Hunger games! I'd like to wish you all good luck and may the odds forever be in your favor!" she said ecstatically. Everybody was silent. They played the usual video of why the Hunger Games was started, how it keeps peace, etc, etc.

Then the name drawings began. Everybody was nervous.

"As usual, ladies first!" Hanji said. She walked over to the jar. She picked a piece of paper up, and…

"Mikasa Ackerman!" Hanji called out. Mikasa was frozen in shock hardly believing her ears. This couldn't be happening, it couldn't, it couldn't…

"C'mon don't be shy!" Hanji yelled out. Mikasa was acutely aware of her feet moving up onto stage.

"Alright! Boys now!" Hanji said. She drew out a piece of paper.

"Eren Jaeger!" she yelled out. That's when Mikasa felt like she was just stabbed by a knife. Not him, she would be fine, but not him, no, no, no, no, this couldn't be real, it couldn't, it couldn't…it's not very likely for two people of the same household to be chosen…

Eren walked onto stage with a look like his entire world came crashing down. They couldn't actually be going into the Hunger games, it had to be a dream, a nightmare, a illusion, SOMETHING that was not actually going…

"C'mon our tributes! Everyone wishes you good luck!" Hanji said. Everyone in the crowd put two fingers to there lips and raised their fingers in the air. Hanji pushed them onto the train.

"Here you are! You should get washed up and have some food! All of this food is for you!" Hanji said.

There was about as much food as Eren and Mikasa had eaten in there entire lives on the table. Hanji showed them their rooms. Both of their rooms were about the size of their house, with huge soft beds. After Eren and Mikasa got washed up they began to eat. Mikasa and Eren may have felt sick, but their hunger overcame that.

"I should introduce you to your mentor. This is Levi. He's a victor from your district. Levi this is Mikasa Ackerman and Eren Jaeger. They are this year's tributes," Hanji said. A small man with black hair like Mikasa was pushed in front of them by Hanji. Levi looked at them, obviously unimpressed.

"So these brats are going into the Hunger Games?" Levi asked. Hanji nodded.

"Don't call them brats, Levi," Hanji said.

"Well, if you'll excuse me I'm going to go now. See you brats later," Levi said, ignoring Hanji.

"Wait! Aren't you going to give us advice or something?" Mikasa asked.

"Oh, eager to start are you? Here's some advice; try not to die," Levi said and with that he walked away. Hanji sighed in annoyance.

"I'm going to go talk to him," Eren said.

"It's no use," Mikasa said but Eren went anyway.

Later Mikasa walked into Eren and Levi in the middle of a conversation.

"But you could just make a fire right?" Eren asked.

"Yeah. But if you don't want to get killed I suggest not to," Levi answered.

"What're you guys talking about?" Mikasa asked.

"Oh, I was giving this brat some life saving advice. Would you like to join us?" Levi asked. Mikasa nodded and sat down.

"Now, as I was saying, lighting a fire is a bad idea. It basically gives off a smoke signal. I have some advice for both of you. Don't go for the beginning weapons. Learn to make your own," Levi said.

"Why? If you could just get it from the beginning then-"

"Then you would be prey as soon as someone else sees you," Levi interrupted Eren.

"Run off into the forest, make a weapon, and hide somewhere. Up in the trees is the best spot. Oh, and if you really want to survive try to impress people. Give them a show," Levi said.

"What? Why?" Eren asked.

"Remember this is a TV show. If you impress people you'll make sponsors. People who will send you life saving things while you're in the game. Now, it's getting late. You should go to bed, tomorrow we'll get to the capitol," Levi said standing up and walking off. Eren and Mikasa walked off to their rooms.

Mikasa just sat in bed thinking. She was being sent into an arena to kill people…a sudden realization hit her. There was only going to be one victor. ONE. She couldn't come out without Eren. They didn't get to go home together. Just one. And if anyone would come out, she would make it be Eren. Eren had to survive. He HAD to. She would go in that arena and she wouldn't come out. The last place she'd ever be would be in an arena where people kill each other for no good reason.

Amusing people isn't a good reason. If you fight, you fight for a purpose. A purpose that actually means something.

Mikasa sighed and lay down. She wished she and Eren were born in a better world.