Volts: Beetee's Story
Part One
Chapter 1: Tired of Being a Fighter
"Let me be lighter, tired of being a fighter."
-Beam Me Up by P!nk
"I have beaten the statistically created odds that you have set up. I was more likely to be the one who was going to die first according to your odds. It is funny how my district can somehow beat those of One, Two, and Four," I explain to Caesar, pushing my glasses up on my nose, "but I did it, and that is all that matters. I have made my district proud, and the only thing that I want to take from winning is that."
Caesar smiles softly and says, "That is a great way to think, Beetee. Now ladies and gentleman may I give you this year's victor, Beetee Evans!" He picks up my arm and throws it up in the air, almost taking the rest of my body along with the motion. I just stand there as the crowd claps before being whisked off to my mentors. They were waiting for me behind the cameras. Magnet, a short man around his mid-thirties, gives me a pat on the back and tells me how much of a great job that I did during the interview. The next encounter was Cassandra, a girl who was around my age and had only won two years before me, hugs me and tells me that the country would hate me less. Out of the two, Cassandra had made me feel more hopeful that my victory was not going to bring me to my immediate doom.
"So where are we heading next?" I ask nervously, staring at them and squinting under my glasses.
"We are getting on the train to head home," Magnet tells me, already heading out, turning around and shouting back at the two of us, "are you coming?" Cassandra rolls her eyes and walks in that direction, and I follow shortly behind her. We are outside, and the air seemed mildly pleasant, something that I would enjoy. However, I am pulled into the car before I can even start to observe my surroundings. I was squished between Magnet and the door; I kind of wished that I were sitting by Cassandra, since she was my age. Magnet also seemed to like the sound of his own voice. I closed my eyes after a couple of minutes of being in the car and within seconds I am asleep.
"Beetee! Beetee!" my district partner shouts at me as one of the careers hold a knife at her throat. I did not know what I do; I could not survive against four careers. She struggles against his arms, trying to get out of his group and run over to safety. I remember that I set up a wire trap days before and it was not too far away.
"Hey simpletons!" I shout and throw a rock at them, trying to provoke them to follow me. They all agro on me, running across the long clearing of a downed building, they also drag my partner along with them. She was screaming in pain, cursing at God and the Capitol. I just ignore her agonizing screams and run towards my wire trap, dodging some over grown trees that were in my way. They seem to be faster, but almost losing their breath as they sprinted too fast at the beginning. When I reach my trap, I jump over it, knowing how it was shielded from their view.
The careers had caught up to me, the one that held my partner has a smirk on his face, "oh look, it seems that little District Three is trapped. Lets get him." I take a couple of steps back as they come closer and closer. Eventually one of them steps on the trap and the others follow shortly after, still dragging my partner. The trap reacts, sending an electric shock that kills them off, including my partner. I walk away from their bodies and continue into the forest until I hear the cannons. I count them as they go off, one…two…three…four…five… My partner was dead along with the careers.
"Ladies and gentleman! May I introduce the victor of the Forty-Fifth Hunger Ga-"
I wake up abruptly, finding myself in a bed. I rub my eyes and search for my glasses, finally finding them on the bedside table. Gently getting out of the bed, I walk over the window. I was on the train already heading home. I pull a chair up next to the window and take a seat, watching the trees roll by. We do not have many trees in District Three; we just have the ones that were in the park. Which was not a lot when you compare it to the other districts. I sometimes wished that we were not so industrialized in my district; it would be so much better to be closer to nature than the technology that we built for everyone else.
"Hey Beetee," there was someone speaking to me that was out of my site. I turn around and smile to find Cassandra standing behind me with two coffee cups with what smelled like hot chocolate in her hand.
"Hello Cassandra," I grin at her, probably looking like a fool.
She giggles a bit and hands me one of the hot chocolates and pulls up a chair and takes a seat next to me, "your reactions are quite entertaining, Beetee. Wait, I think I will give you a nickname. Does Bee sound fine?"
"Well I am happy that I can entertain you," I smile and take a sip of my hot chocolate and nod, "you can call me Bee if you wish. It sounds perfectly fine to me."
"Okay, Bee, may I ask how you are feeling right now?" she turns to me, her gray eyes glued onto mine. Her glasses were falling off her nose and her hair seemed to be pulled into a messy ponytail.
I shake her view away and stare out the window, "I am fine, but I seem to have a weight on my shoulders right now that I just cannot get off."
Cassandra sighs and starts to explain something that would change my view on what happened, "Bee, there is two different types of tributes that go into that arena. There are the ones who end up dying, those poor souls whose stars are completely messed up because of the Capitol. Then there are those who are victors. That is us, the ones who survived the mess for one reason or another. It just happens that District Three generally out smarts the rest of them and use their district's abilities. We all have faults in our stars, but we generally get them after our games. May it be in love, our health, and our way of lives."
"Oh, so there is no need to worry about this pain? It will fade, right?" I ask her.
She nods, "all pain goes away."
Author's Note: Well hello everybody! Thank you for reading my fan fiction, it does mean a lot if you would leave a review. This is kind of a spin off of another fan fiction on another account. It is not going to be Wiress x Beetee like many of the stories that I have written in the past. I wanted to take another fresh spin on it. Anyways, thank you for reading and I apologize for the first chapter being so short!