This story was designed as a remake of the Hunger Games from my own imagination. I am in no way trying to replace the novels/series written by: Suzanne Collins. This story was created fro the entertainment of others NOT for copywriting purposes. This is a NON EXPLICIT document and it suitable fro all ages! Enjoy!
The Hunger Games Fan Fiction
By: Morgan McCormick
The night was so quiet that Katniss could here almost every snore there was throughout district 12. The gravel beneath her feet barely crunched with her lightweight movements. As usual, her hair was put into a single braid on the side of her head, and the feeling of being totally unrecognized was amazing. Nobody knew that she was there, roaming around the streets looking for an opening to the woods. There was only one other soul awake at this point. This was the man that made sure that people like Katniss weren't doing what she was attempting. Jordan. What he didn't know was that there was still one place in which Katniss would always get past, just around the great stone wall to the bakery. If you were to go up to it and look closely, you can see the places where she had taken a knife and scratched symbols on the loose rocks. She began to pull them away, one by one knowing that the sun would be up soon.
Just as she was about to crawl through, something grabbed her foot from behind and began to drag her back. She dug her nails into the soft earth just beyond, however was mercilessly pulled backwards once more. Eventually, she found herself face to face with Jordan. "Let me go!" She ordered. "Why don't you make me." He sneered. Katniss spit at him with her fury bubbling inside. At this disrespectful remark, he pinned her arm behind her in between her shoulder blades. She could not move without feeling searing pain going down her arms and through her back. "I think its time you were locked up in The Pit!" He said with a slight grin on his face. The Pit was a horrible place where you are only fed once every other day, and have to find your own water by digging deep into the earth for hours at a time just to get a decent mouthful. If Katniss were sent there, there would be no one to take care of Prim or her mother. Neither of them could hunt or get money for food any other way. "No!" She screamed. She tried kicking and bighting, however none of it seemed to make a difference. Jordan's grip was tight.
Finally, she went limp from exhaustion and almost fell to the dirt. Jordan pulled her up and began to drag her away in the direction of her worst terror in the district. Katniss gave up and practically was unconscious. When there seemed to be no hope left, she caught site of someone charging directly towards them. Someone whom she knew would be the best source of help there was. Peeta Melark. He was racing through the street with his eyes set on the unsuspecting Jordan. Being careful not to hurt Katniss, he slammed into him and held him down form behind. With one more swift movement, Peeta managed to hit him hard on the back of the head. Jordan faded fast, and was eventually snoring a bit.
Katniss had successfully rolled off to the side without further injury. She seemed rather dazed as Peeta picked her up and carried her towards the bakery. The last thing she remembered was the dusty floor of the building before she was taken over by sleep as well. Then, jet blackness.
Everything seemed a bit blurry when she first opened her eyes. She was laying a single bed with a mattress stuffed with hay and a patched quilt handmade by Peeta's mother. Looking around the room she saw Peeta fast asleep in a rocker across the room. The clock read 11:15 AM. Prim and her mother would be wondering where she was. She began to sit up feeling a little woozy, Peeta must have sensed movement for he immediately came to his feet and quickly searched the room for something dangerous or unwanted. He caught sight of Katniss and went back to his calm self. "Are you okay?" He asked looking rather concerned. "I think so." She replied. "My head hurts but I need to get up and hunt." "Not right now your not. Jordan is going to be on the lookout after this. I won't let you go back out until dark. I thought I would slip him some sleeping powder in his daily loaf of bread. You could sneak back home then."
Katniss tried to stand, although her legs collapsed underneath her. Peeta helped her to her feet. "You need to stay put Katniss." He told her. "You're hurt." "I'm not hurt." She responded trying once more to get to her feet. He took a step toward her and she knew that he would win this battle. "I've known you since we were kids. We're sixteen now. I think you need to face the fact that you need help from someone else. The reaping is soon. You're stressed and I am too, but I care to much to let you go out and hurt yourself." After his speech, Katniss gave in. He really did care. Peeta was her best friend along with Gale. They would look out for each other no matter what. Especially when living in such a cruel and terrible world such as this. "Fine. But only if we can find food for Prim and my Mom." She conditioned. "I already sent over a few loaves of bread." Suddenly, she got up and rapped her arms around his neck, though he had to help support her. "It's okay. I won't let anything happen." He comforted. "I promise too." Katniss said with great meaning. She let go and flopped back down. And then there was silence.
Knock-knock. Two loud thuds were made on the door of the Everdeans' household. It was one of the guards sent by the capitol. "The Reaping will begin today at noon. Be ready, or there will be authorities to escort you. Good day." Without response, he slammed the door shut and walked off to the next home. Katniss had been mouthing the words as he said them. It was the same message every year. Followed by the story of why the Hunger Games take place. The best part was getting so dolled up for one of the most depressing times of your life followed by the Games. It was three days since Katniss had come home. The tension had not left her body, and she was ready to scream. Fortunately, she was prepared to take action in case of a family member or friend being chosen. She would volunteer as tribute any time for one of them.
Prim came down the steps with her hair in a long braid down her back and a gray beaded dress going down to her knees. "You look beautiful!" Katniss complimented. She loved her sister so much that she would take a bullet for her. There was nothing that could possibly stop Katniss from being there for her. Her mother came in wearing a light blue blouse and a black skirt going down to her feet. "I'll let you decide what you want to wear. You're growing up now. You should be able to make your own decisions." "Thanks Mom." She responded in a surprised way. As she stepped into her and Prim's bedroom, she opened the closet and browsed through her few selections of clothing. Finally, she found something that she hadn't worn since she bought it. An emerald green gown with silver buttons going down the dress. The short sleeves would make sure that she didn't get too hot waiting for the Reaping to begin. The best part was that the dress went to the floor so that she could sneak her lace up boots underneath. She put her hair into a braided bun and wore no makeup. It bothered her a great deal and she was underneath enough stress already.
By this time, it was almost noon. They set out to attend the Reaping as quickly as possible so that they could get back home and relax. As usual, all of the different age groups were to separate. Prim was gripping Katniss's hand rather tight and was in no mood to be broken apart from her. When they reached the station to get a small amount of your blood drawn, Prim began to breath heavily. This was her first year attending a Reaping because she was twelve years old, the beginning age to be entered into the drawing. At her age, her name was only entered once. At thirteen, twice, fourteen, three times. It went on until eight-teen and then stopped, because anyone after that age was not eligible to participate. Katniss had entered her name more the required amount of times in order to get food and water fro her family. This was provided straight from the capitol and in very high quality.
Katniss just knew that her heart was not the only one that felt as though it would leave her chest. There was nothing relaxing about this at all. Effy Trinket placed herself upon a large stage area and tapped on the microphone as if everybody was not silently awaiting the grave news. Her white wig was ridiculous along with her fuchsia blazer and matching skirt. Her waist looked unhealthily small because of her tight corset and her shoes were heels in the form of sneakers. Effy was overly dressed and very snotty. Her corset was obviously cutting off the blood to her head her causing her to act so crazy. "Hello everyone! I'm glad to see you all smiling today!" Nothing but responses of silence and dirty looks. "As you know, it is time for the annual Reaping of all 13 districts, and we will begin with the usual presentation put together by the capitol! A big cheer for the president by the way!" It seemed that she didn't know that she was the only one clapping for she did not stop for several seconds. "Okay then. Well, here it is." A large screen came down and was projecting a video of The Hunger Games and why it takes place. A long time ago, a rebellion was forced upon our land. War took over, food was scarce, and only darkness existed. However, 13 districts came together and put an end to the war. They were able to create a capitol that ruled over all of them in order to make sure that we would never live a life such as this again. Although, to represent our history, how far we've come, and what we've been through, we created, The Hunger Games. In this pageant, is shall be known that one man, and one woman from every district will compete in an arena to the death. At the end, one champion will remain, and this shall be known as The Hunger Games king or queen.
"I love that! I love that! I love that! The capitol is so great to us. Now let's continue by drawing the names of our hopeful champion nominees! Ladies first. She was presented with a large bowl filled with at least one name for each of the residents in the district. After fumbling through it a bit, she chose an envelope. With her long fingernails, she broke the seal and slipped the little paper from inside. Her lips were almost touching the mic as she read aloud: "Katniss Everdean." Pure terror filled Katniss's body. Her heart seemed to jump. In totall and complete shock, she began to step towards the stage with the enforcements behind her to make sure that she didn't try and run. "Come along dear." Effy said with a slight million dollar smile that made Katniss sick even without being chosen for The Hunger Games.
"Now for the me-" she was cut off. "I volunteer as tribute!" came a voice. "Do you we here someone volunteering for Katniss?" Hello anyone?" There was no response. "How very odd." She said still talking into the microphone. "Oh well. As I was saying, now for the men." She once again slipped her fingers into a big bowl with all of the male names of the district and retreated one more to end the ceremony. "Ahem. Gale Hawthorn." "On no." Katniss muttered. "NO!" This time it was a scream. One of her best friends had been chosen. One of the only people that she could trust in this world. Gale had his dark hair trimmed into a nice style, and his jacket was very handsome. Nothing too fancy, but very presentable. He looked grim, but also had a powerful glance that let people know that he was brave and strong. He stepped up with Katniss and Effy, and then she presented them to the rest of district 12. "I give you your champions! Let's have a round of applause!" For the first time, there was a reaction to Effy's words. Everyone did not cheer, but kissed three fingers and put them into the air. This was a sign of hope and love. It can be interpretive as well. In this case, it meant good luck to them and let them be safe. No matter how kind the meaning was, the rules were that there would be only one champion.
After a few moments of bitter feelings and regret, they were both urged off of the stage and into the main building of District 12, where they would get a short amount of time to speak with friends and family members. Katniss sat in a room with blue carpeted floors. She was sitting upon a leather loveseat and had a small window with a bit of light coming in. There were two doors leading to the outside which hadn't moved since she was brought in. Katniss was rather surprised at the fine décor of the place. District 12 was the most poor district in all of Panem.
The doors burst open and in came Prim and her mother. She ran to them as the doors were shut once more. There was a moment of silence and than Prim spoke. "Katniss?" She asked about to cry. "What?" She replied trying not to shed tears herself. "Will you try to win for us?" Katniss knew the answer. It was what she had planned all along. "Of course I will Prim." She said as she hugged her even tighter. They released each other, however Prim was still hugging on to Katniss's skirt. "Mom, you need to be there for Prim. I can't hunt for you right now. I need you to go down to the old barn to the east. It's abandoned but I hid a stash of candied fruits. They should last you until I get back." Katniss was surprised at herself when she said the words "When I get back." . She didn't know if she would make it to the games without passing out. "I know darling. I'll take care of us. Don't you worry. I know that you can do this. Your scared, your upset, you can't control what your feeling. But if you think of us when you get out there, you'll do your best. Here. Take this." He mother reached her hand into the pocket of her skirt and pulled out a small pin with a bird and a flaming crest behind it. "What bird is this?" She asked. "A mocking jay. When you look down and se this, think of us, and everyone back here in District twelve.
The doors opened again and a well built man told them that their time was up. Prim put up a fight and wouldn't let go of Katniss, however she was pried from her side after back up came in. "Be brave Prim! I know that you can be brave!" That was the end of it. Loneliness filled the room. Not even Peeta had come to see her. She felt mistreated, almost like no one cared, and this was all a punishment for nothing. This whole idea for The Hunger Games is for the capitol's amusement. However, Katniss knew that good would always win, and she held the pin to her chest with great honor, knowing that there was still hope for her yet.