This is a story I've been meaning to write for the past month. I promised dominoKEI I would write her a Thresh Fanfic, but had no idea what I was going to do. It was this or one about Leper from A Separate Peace. It's just going to be extremely short snippets of Thresh while he's in the arena.
Disclaimer: I don't own. You know what I mean.
I can feel myself rising up, pushing me into what might be the last place I'll ever see. When I reach the surface, I'm blinded by the bright sunlight. I feel a cool breeze on my face, and when my eyes adjust, I see a forest. Then I see a lake. I look behind me and see that down a slope is a huge field. The grass is a mixture of different colors and I automatically know that there's a goldmine of different kinds of grain. Only two people in this arena would know what's safe to eat. And I have a feeling that Rue's going to stick to the trees.
I look at the different weapons and supplies around the Cornucopia and my eyes rest on a sickle. I was one of the people back in District 11 that would harvest the many types of grains we grew. Work back home seems to be helping me more than just physically. A little to the left of the sickle is a bag. The more supplies, the better.
The gong sounds and without thinking I rush to the Cornucopia. Expecting a fight, I brace myself for an attack. Nothing comes my way as I grab the sickle and bag. It's easy to see that everybody is giving me a wide berth. I sprint in the direction of the field and before I go down, I look back at the bloodbath. I see no sign of Rue, which proves that she's already in the trees, safer than everybody else is at the moment. I also see the girl from District 12, pulling a knife out of her backpack and heading to the woods. Liking my choice of the field more and more, I jog into it, immediately surrounded by grasses that go up to my chest. I spot wheat, barley, millet, and so much more after just a few minutes of walking through the field. I have more food at the moment then I've had in years.
"Yes," I think. "Let the seventy-fourth Hunger Games begin. Because I'm ready."
I promise things will build up as the Games go along. I just wanted to get a start on it. I think Thresh was a little OOC myself, but he's hard to write. Maybe that's why Suzanne Collins didn't write him in as much... Tell me what you think about it, and I'll try and get the next chapter up soon.