THE ALLIES SUICIDE : The 100th Hunger Games
A Hunger Games Fanfiction
By Camille L.-S.-M.
PART 1 – The Tributes
Chapter 1 – The Fourth Quarter Quell
I'm in the front row, facing the stage on which President Ashby will stand in a couple of minutes. The other girls around me are chattering nervously, each and every one of them wondering what this Quell will bring. All of them are talking about some "evil plan" the Capitol could use against us like "putting no food in the Cornucopia". Come on! At the moment you enter the Games, you learn how to find food on your own! And more importantly, this is a very significant Quell. This year, it is the 100th Hunger Games, so I don't think they'll make us any gift. I'm worried they'll send more people in the arena, but they have already have done that. This year will be the fourth year I could be sent in the Games. I don't see how I could survive them. I mean, I'm afraid of the dark… But I probably won't get picked. I will not get picked. The odds are too low. Besides, I still have a couple of months to go before the reaping.
An imposing elderly man walks on the stage and the conversations stop. President Ashby starts,
"Happy 100th Hunger Games, district 9! As you all know, I am here to announce you some exciting news. I went all the way to your district to report it since this is a very special year. The time has finally arrived for us to celebrate the Fourth Quarter Quell!"
Of course, let's all celebrate the fact that, this year, 2,300 kids will have died in those arenas for the pleasure of the people in the Capitol! Let's celebrate!
A girl from the Capitol wearing a weird white dress walks on the stage with a small box lying in her hands. President Ashby opens it, takes the little paper hidden inside of it and reads it out loud in a clear confident voice,
"To remind the rebels that time doesn't mean forgiveness, there shall be four punishments this year since this is the fourth Quarter Quell."
This is worst than I expected.
"First, to remind the rebels that the Capitol is not there to serve the districts, there shall be no sponsors this year."
The sponsors, the difference between life and death at any moment.
"Second, to remind the rebels that the districts shouldn't have to decide what happens with Panem, there shall be no volunteering allowed this year."
That one was more for district 1, 2 and 3. There is usually no volunteering in other districts. I just don't get how does that make the Games more entertaining, though…
"Third, to remind the rebels they should be thankful for the Capitol's forgiveness and shouldn't ask anything from the Shining Capitol, the survivor of this year's Hunger Games shall not win any money and neither shall his or her district."
That is absolutely stupid. Like if you care about money when you get back home after killing people of you age.
"At last, to remind the rebels that all of this is their fault and that they inflicted this on themselves…"
He takes a short pause. The punishment seems awful. Just the explanation is.
"…The tributes shall have to kill other tributes."
There is a moment of misunderstanding. Isn't that already the idea of the Games?
He continues,
"Every four days, every tribute that didn't kill another tribute will be eliminated by the Gamemakers. That means, you don't kill, you get killed."
I was right. This is awful. You have to kill every four days. Or you're dead.
The anthem starts playing but the tension is higher than ever. No one is speaking. No one is breathing. People are scared. Two people in here will live a nightmare and that nightmare will be the most awful one of all time. No one is prepared for that, nobody.
I recall that girl, Tellissy, who won the Games three years ago without killing anyone. Well, she stole all the stuff of the last tribute so he died from being too cold, thirsty and hungry, but still. She would have died this year even if she was so clever.
I am mad against the Capitol. But what can I do? What could anyone do?
I head back home telling myself it's going to be dreadful to watch the Hunger Games this year.
