A/N- Hi, everyone. Um, I know that there are several stories out there similar to this one, but I still wanted to try writing one myself. I promise that I am not trying to copy anyone else's ideas here. I merely wanted to experiment. I am sorry if anyone else who used this basic story line feels like I copied them.
This story will include, in district order of the lowest numbered character's district, Glimarvel, Clato, Foxface/Thresh, and most likely several OC/OC pairings. Here are the names I chose for the OC tributes. Some of them were named either in the DVD credits or by whoever played them in the movie. Those will be marked with an asterisk.
District 3- Noah* and Seren
District 4- Breck* and Marina*
District 5- Rhea (Foxface) and Xavier
District 6- Jason* and Willa
District 7- Mitzi and Zaden
District 8- Milo and Savannah*
District 9- Demetria* and Rye*
District 10- Jasper and Ruth
I hope you like these. : ) If not, just say which one you disliked in a review (hint, hint) and let me know. I'll see about changing it, but I rather like all of these. : )
Anyway, enough rambling. Let's get to the story. Again, it is in Clove's POV.
Oh, and before I forget, Clove and Glimmer's relationship is unlike my other fic.
Chapter One
The first thing that I am aware of when I wake up… is that I just woke up? Weird…
I try to think all of this through, as well as figure out where I am, but everything seems a bit hazy.
I hate feeling confused. Though I suppose it is to be expected. The last thing that I remember… it isn't clear, but I have fuzzy pieces here and there. Something about hitting my head? In the arena, I think.
That must be it. I probably have a concussion. But still, where am I, and what's going on? I need to go find some answers…
So, intent on finding the nearest person and demanding answers, I jump up and head for the door on the other side of the room. I begin to feel dizzy, but my curiosity is more important. The moment I touch the doorknob, someone else opens it from the outside.
I'm stunned when I see who enters, though it takes me a moment to place her. At first, she looks like she could be the mother of my district partner, with her dark blue eyes and darker blonde hair. But then something is pieced together in my mind, confirmed by the short, jagged scars across the sides of her neck. This is Maysilee Donner, one of the tributes from the second Quarter Quell.
Perhaps I don't mask my shock well enough, because she merely smiles reassuringly and consults a clipboard on the wall. After a moment, she looks up at me. "Clove Hadley, right?"
"A very confused Clove Hadley, actually. What's going on here? Where are we?"
When Maysilee answers me, her tone is that of no nonsense, though her answer doesn't make any sense. "District Thirteen."
"What?" I shriek. "Are you crazy?! There is no District Thirteen! Now tell me; where are we. Really?"
Taking a deep breath, Maysilee looks me right in the eyes. "Clove, listen to me. I was shocked, too, but I am telling the truth." She points to the matching scars on both of our arms. "The trackers we received before our Games were specially designed in District Three. District Thirteen, as well as Plutarch Heavensbee and Seneca Crane, two of the Gamemakers, are working against the Capitol, and District Three is helping us. Now, these trackers, which were designed around the twentieth Games, or so, contain electrolytes that stimulate the heart and brain, forcing them to continue functions, though other tributes and viewers are unable to see this. Therefore, tributes, in most cases, stay alive, despite what everyone else believes.
"Then, under the guidance of the two Gamemakers I mentioned earlier, we are brought to District Thirteen, where you will recover and, eventually, become a part of the district. The leaders of the district figure that, eventually, we will strengthen District Thirteen, which is still rather weak, enough to fight against the Capitol."
Squeezing my eyes shut, I start to talk to myself. "This is all a hallucination. I'm still in the arena. This is just because I was hit in the head. I'm going to wake up now." Snapping my eyes open, I see that it didn't work.
"This is all real, Clove," Maysilee reassures me. Any questions?"
"Um, yes," I blush slightly, unsure of why I didn't ask before. "How has Cato been doing? I mean, it's been… how long, did you say, since we saw each other?"
"Because of the angle and speed at which you were hit, as well as the location, you did have a few broken bones as well as, as I think you've noticed, a concussion. Anyway, you have been asleep for a little four a days now. As for Cato, I'm not sure. I haven't really been paying attention. But, if you're feeling okay, I guess it is okay for you to go watch with everyone else from your Games. Conference and viewing room 74 is right down the hall and on the left If you need anything, or have any questions, just come find one of the past tributes. We're kind of the guidance counselors, so to speak."
As soon as she leaves, I head towards the room she specified as quickly as the spinning sensation will allow me. I open the door when I get to it, and I am immediately greeted by Glimmer bouncing in front of the doorframe.
"No, Clove, don't watch this. Really, don't. Trust me, you don't want to see this." Upon noticing the tear tracks that she is trying to hide from me, and the way she is actually blocking the room from sight, I become even more anxious. She wouldn't be trying to hide something from me if it wasn't something really, really bad. She did used to act as though she was my older sister, though the age difference between us isn't large at all, with her being eighteen as opposed to my seventeen. But still, she, to some extent, enjoyed watching the Games. Maybe experiencing them changed her mind, or something. Yes, that has to be it. Doesn't it?
I have almost convinced myself that everything is fine, but then I start to hear it: A combination of canine yipping and human screams. This strange combination of noises causes adrenaline to pump through my veins.
Pushing past Glimmer, I run up to the section of the room in which an otherwise plain white wall is behind a projection of the Games. The other tributes- is that what we still are? how should I refer to them?- all get out of my way without any indication to do so, though I don't know if it is because they're afraid of me, or what. Either way, I am glad that I can finally see what is going on.
Mutts. They have to be. About a dozen or so, each looking different from one another. There is something different about them…
One faces the camera with massive dark brown eyes. Slowly, I turn around and face the girl from District Ten, Ruth; her eyes are exactly the same. She nods, and drops her gaze.
Looking back at the screen, I watch, horrified, as the Gamemaker's zoom in at the inside of the Cornucopia, at Cato. More mutts are inside with him, and they're attacking horribly.
"No, no, NO!" The screams come without my consent. Repeatedly, I throw myself at the screen, as if trying to break down the wall. I continue, despite the dizziness increasing. Eventually, two of the other tributes, the ones from Six, I think, come and take me by the arms and drag me away from the screen Glimmer comes up from behind them, and Marvel is following right behind her. Despite everything that is going on right now, I can't help but be stunned by how… normal, I guess, everyone looks. The only visible difference I see in either of the ex-tributes of District One is the fresh scar across Marvel's neck, similar to Maysilee's.
Anyway, Glimmer steps aside as he picks me up, and holds me like a baby. Still yelling at the screen, I struggle against him, trying to be let down. About an hour later, when I finally calmed down, he loosens up a bit. But still, for the rest of the night, he holds onto me, with Glimmer right next to us. I think that the two of them are talking to me, but I don't register any of it. All I can think about is Cato, inside that Cornucopia with the mutts and the growing puddle of his own blood…
Then, early the next morning, I finally hear a cannon going off. It has to be his. Which mean, soon, he will be in District Thirteen with the rest of us.
