Unlucky 113

by wericdream

It was an unlucky number, and the game was an unlucky game. It was fated to be a bloodbath. There would be twists and turns, President Seer would see to that, and who would come out? Things were going to change, yes, yes they would

1. Unlucky

Disclaimer: I don't own any rights to the Hunger Games, sadly!

It was an unlucky number, thirteen. Even as the one hundredth and thirteenth, it was unlucky. President Seer knew this, but it mattered little. It was time, again, for the most blood thirsty sport the world had ever known. No, that was a lie. War, war held that spot. But this game, it was war in its purest form. Twenty-four would arrive in the capital. Twenty-four would go to war. One would come out. Or would they? Perhaps, in the time of an unlucky number, he could give them some small piece of kindness, before the war destroyed them.

President Seer was not a cruel man, not at the whole of him, he could grant them this, he could give them one chance, once chance to succeed. Just this once, for the numbers were against them. Just this once, it wouldn't hurt.

After all, this would be the darkest Hunger Games they would ever see.

"May the odds ever be in their favor."