Chap. 1The Beginning
Violet's POV
It wasn't supposed to end this way. I was just supposed to die, like a nice little tribute. It all was going to be routine, the tributes slowly get picked off, one by one, until the Careers turn on each other, and then, the "fun" is supposed to begin. But something happened. Wait, wait, I'm getting ahead of myself. Let's start from the beginning.
I was born in District 3. But don't get me wrong, I hate these so called "Games". Unlike these trolls, I feel sympathy for every family left childless, and every child who gets their future swept away unexpectedly,. So when district 11 had an uprising, I began to believe that there was some hope, however slim, that this barbarism would end. But my chances of seeing that future were shattered by my being entered into the hunger games. The day of the reaping I made my way down to the town square in my best is my fifth year in the reaping, and my chances of getting picked are very slim. I don't need any tesserae, my father is the mayor of this district. As I walk into my section of the square, I notice my friends. Some of them are shaking violently, some of them are just as confident as I am that they won't get chosen. As they show the previous reapings, I see mothers crying over children, brothers and sisters torn apart, and I am the only person that realizes the magnitude of this. Most or all of these people in this video are dead. I show no emotion, fearing the mockery of those around me. I have only one thought. This is wrong. Very wrong. People will die a bloody death for the pleasure of others. You could guess my surprise when my name was chosen from the fishbowls.
So now, you're caught up. Wait, not completely, I forgot one crucial detail. My name is Violet Fletcher, and I am going to die.
Lucius's POV
Well, at least I've done what I can. There's no reversing it, and no way out except to go out fighting. I hope that what you've seen me do gives you a good laugh. Or at least entertained you. I am Lucius Cronin, District 7, and I am now a man. When I was born, my mother was forced to give me up. So I wandered the streets alone, often resorting to petty thievery. If you are wondering how I can write like this, you know, proper english and stuff, I was given an education, but eventually, my caretakers could no longer afford it, so I was abandoned a second time, and it was not to be the last. But I digress. But one day, a man ran into me on the street. Not figuratively, literally ran into me. Well, I ran into him, and he looked just as surprised as I did, and when I ran away, he began to shout after me.
"Hey, kid! HEY!" But I just kept on running, figuring that he was going to call the police.
I ducked down into a building around the corner, which seemed abandoned. I ducked behind a desk, looking at the front door the whole time. The man came up to the door, and walked in,as if he could sense that I was in here. He found me almost immediately. He grabbed my wrist before I could get away, and said to me, quietly, "I have been looking for you." I try to shake him off, but he has a vice-like grip on my arm. He tells me that I was chosen, but that I had evaded the peacekeepers for too long. "There's a nice bounty on your head. And I'm looking to collect." He drags me up to the nearest peacekeeper, and it says "Nice build, developed features, you'll do just fine." Then he shouts to the rest of the peacekeepers, "WE GOT HIM! LOAD HIM UP!"