a/n: i'm lazy and have other things to write but the other parts of this are practically done anyway so. this is probably really ooc, but I wanted to give this a shot and here is a third of the result. even tho skins s6 was terrible and would never be worthy of thg, only one of the mistakes in s6 is carried out in this, so maybe it's alittle bit worthy. but i'm just being cocky. unbetaed, and not very good. obviously some things from skins are changed, and not just the fact they're now in the hunger games universe. disclaimer, i don't own skins nor the hunger games-if i did, they would've had better endings.
the ninety-third hunger games.
Mini McGuinness wins The Hunger Games at twelve years old.
She wins because nobody pays attention to her, because how could the twelve year old with the golden curls and the freckles win? She wins because what the other tributes don't know, what the other tributes don't think about is the fact that Mini is as good as the rest of them, if not better. She wins because she promised her friends she would, and Mini McGuinness doesn't break her promises.
She stood up there, after being called out, and she knew what everyone was thinking. She knew they thought it was horrible and cruel, and it was even worse because even at twelve, Mini had won many hearts in District 1, and nobody wanted to see her die. No one volunteers in the end, because even if they lived, Mini would never forgive them.
She knew, that no matter what, District 1 was betting on her.
She doesn't remember her Games that much. Even fierce Mini wanted it gone from her mind. But there were parts she couldn't erase. Her arena, a thick, dense jungle in which mutants loomed in every corner. Her two kills, an arrow through the head and a knife through the heart. Her farewells.
Her mother came first. Even now, Mini thinks, it was the closest Shelley ever behaved like a proper mother. She had kissed the top of Mini's head and told her to hide, told her to hope, because if there was one person in District 1, who didn't know Mini, it was Shelly McGuinness.
Grace, Liv and Nick had followed, and she had hugged them each tightly, as they told her she had to survive. Grace, she remembers, even begged.
"Don't die Mini-Moo" she had whispered through her tears, because there was no way Grace would've been able to keep it together "I need you."
Nick had kissed her softly, and Mini still sees that moment of the highlight of their relationship. No matter what she found when she came back home, she always had that.
Her last guest had surprised her, a short girl who looked like a boy, who had stood at the door silently, nervously.
"Rich and Alo" Franky had told her, when she finally dared to head towards Mini "Th-they wish you the best."
Mini had snorted at that, causing Franky to bite her lip.
"Mini" she had said, holding out the wooden man Mini had seen before. Franky's only friend, Mini had sniped at Liv and Grace countless times, as they watched her walk around with it day after day. Even at twelve, Mini was making remarks like this.
"I want you to have this" Franky had said quietly, and the toxic words Mini had been dying to say burned on her tongue "As your token."
She didn't take it, and Franky had sighed, before placing it next to her and leaving. Mini had watched her leave, watched Francesca Fitzgerald be her enemy for the last time.
She had looked at the doll, and it was only then that Mini knew she was going to keep her promise.
As she watched the final tribute die, Mini clutched the doll tightly. They let her keep it in the end. With that, and her sponsors, Mini wondered if she could've gotten away with anything. She didn't risk it. She didn't risk breaking her promise.
She didn't, in the end.
the ninety-fourth hunger games.
Nicholas Levan wins The Hunger Games because he does not lose, he does not disappoint.
Instead, he did what he was best at. Making himself look good, the only way he knew how. When Matthew Levan is reaped, he steps forward. It is the last time Nick ever sees his brother face to face. He ran, they say, when nobody from their District could look at him anymore. Not even Grace. Not even Franky. Not even Leon. Not even Liv.
Nick never finds out if that's the truth.
Leon did not say farewell. He told Nick to win, told him not to screw it up. Told him to continue the Levan legacy. Leon won. His father won. His grandfather won. Nick must be the fourth generation to win.
His friends did say farewell. They arrived together, Grace and Rich, Mini and Franky, Liv and Alo. Grace hugged him the tightest, and Mini, despite her very verbal dislike of Nick since he started dating Liv in her own Games, said that if she could win, he could.
He believes her.
Nick wins because he was faster than the rest, even the bulky eighteen year old from District 2. As he watched the numerous disasters the Gamemakers set out take the lives of the other tributes, he thought about his days playing football in the field, where he would take Alo down without trying, when the girls watched and Rich complained. His father told him to train, and Nick did. His arena, a never ending block of land with one mountain and lake, an active volcano and never ending stream of poisonous water, was filled with the must disgusting beasts ever to appear in the Games.
Nick wins because he is faster than the others, because of sheer luck. In the end, he discovered he never wanted to, because Matty Levan is never seen again.
the ninety-fifth hunger games.
Grace Violet Blood makes Richard Hardbeck promise he'll win his Games.
He promised, because Grace deserved so much, and he deserved so little. He promised because he never wanted to see Grace cry. He promised because she had kissed him and told him he had to come home to her, like Mini and Nick did. Just Rich, just this games, and it would all be over. She would never be reaped, she promised, neither would Alo or Franky or Liv.
He believed they would never be reaped, but he never believed he would survive. What a sick twist that was either at the hands of fate or the Capitol.
(Here's something everybody knows-Rich Hardbeck doesn't believe in fate.)
His arena was a meadow, something Grace would've seen as beautiful had it not been for the deadly snakes that could shoot venom at prey from fifty feet away, or the large birds that could behead a man with a slash of its beak. The lack of water, or the numerous tracker jacker nests.
It takes him two days to win.
He thought it was wrong and stupid, even for the Capitol, as they were all to die anyway. Dehydration, or beheading, or poisoning. 20 tributes did via these causes, and Rich knew, and the Gamemakers knew, they would all die like this in the end anyway.
But they wanted a game, they wanted them to kill each other, they wanted it too last forever. If it hadn't been for Grace, Rich would've stayed in the forest, let the snakes or the tracker jackers or the dehydration or the birds take him. But he had promised Grace, and he knew she was watching back home, clutching the hands of Mini and Liv as she watched him on screen, willing him to go on.
Rich had never had any desire to win. But he had to at least go to the feast, at least battle it out there, for Grace, and Grace only. Not for the Capitol's entertainment. Doing something for the Capitol was something Rich could never do.
(Here's something only six people know-Rich Hardbeck hates The Capitol. He risks everything by stating the truth, saying the things nobody else dares too.)
Maybe he was mocking them by winning. Maybe he was mocking them as he waited in the shadows, as he waited for the remaining three tributes to battle it out. Rich knows he was. He wasn't going to let the Capitol have their way forever.
The girl from District 5 died with an arrow in her back, planned perfectly by the two tributes from District 2. Rich watched it all, and watched as they waited for him to turn up. Killing each other until they had too was their plan, and Rich would've let them have their way early on, had it not been for Grace.
The Gamemakers never accept defeat, and Rich knows that's why the wall of fire descended upon him, that's why he was forced to face the other tributes. He kills one, the one who killed her partner. He watched as the sharp rock pierced her skin, watched as the blood spread rapidly.
He didn't even notice the fire burning at his back, scarring his skin and burning his hair. He didn't notice because he could only think one thing. He had blood on his hands in Grace's name. Cruelly, ironically, Grace Violet Blood.
They fix his back alright, but they don't fix his hair. Grace, Grace who he never deserved but now really doesn't, pushed it back lightly.
"It'll grow" she had said "You're still my metal man. My own tinman."
It never does.
the ninety-sixth hunger games.
Mini McGuinness tries to volunteer when Franky Fitzgerald is reaped.
When the name Francesca Fitzgerald is called out, nobody moves. Everyone is still, afraid, because nobody thought she could win. The Games are for the Minis and the Nicks of Panem, not for the Frankys.
Mini was the first to move. She stepped forward before Franky, and that's what got Franky to move. Because even if Mini was allowed in the Games again, Franky would never let it happen. Not Mini, who deserved a long happy life.
"You can't" she told the blonde before making her way to the stage, Mini's screams piercing her ears. She didn't look back, not once, knowing full well that if she did she'd run back to the girl who'd become her best friend, her home, her everything. Later Liv tells her Mini tried to take her place, but smart, confident Liv made sure the girl never did. Franky knew she would be forever indebted to Liv, if just for that.
Mini came to see her alone. The others, she had said, were waiting, but Mini had to see Franky, had to tell her.
"Nick, Rich and I did it" Mini had said, the fierce determination in her eyes barely blocking out the fear, the fear that made Franky scared herself. "You've got to win, Franks."
But Mini, Nick and Rich could win. And even they had not been the same. Mini never spoke of it, never even interrupted Rich's Capitol rants. The joy in Nick's eyes had long be gone, and now held nothing but fear. Rich's hair was still short, and despite all the Capitol Doctors did, he still winced when Grace put her hand on his back.
"I-I can't lie to you. You know I can't do this, Mini."
"Franky, please" Mini begged, and Franky wondered how she could ever do it, ever hurt this girl even if she didn't mean too.
Franky couldn't say anything. Losing her life was one thing. Breaking Mini's heart was another.
"Here" Mini said roughly, shoving a familiar object into Franky's grasp. "That's the reason you'll come home."
Mini left without saying goodbye, and Franky wondered if she really believed Franky would survive. If anything, the wooden man was a telltale.
Despite being teased about it for years (among other things, and before Mini made sure it never happed again), it's Franky's height that makes her survive the Games. The second youngest tribute, the youngest being a tall fourteen year old from two, and the smallest, Franky goes unnoticed for days. It's something she's good at, her only useful skill, because she doesn't think drawing will get her out of here.
Her arena was a never ending expanse of snow, with ice cold winds thrashing at them. Franky runs the second the gong sounds, runs from everyone else who battle it out. 23 tributes went for the Cornucopia that year, in need of blankets if anything else. Eight made it out.
The ninth hid in a ball, freezing but not moving, far enough from the others after she ran. She grasped her token tightly, wondering if Mini was back at home, as she laughed because she finally realized Franky could never win.
But she does in the end. She wins because she receives a sleeping bag from a silver parachute, and she doesn't think about who sent it, because she's freezing and she's scared.
(Liv tells Franky that Mini spent every moment she had since Franky was reaped forcing people to help the other girl out.)
She wins because of something else too. Something nobody mentions, because none of them are that cruel. She wins because she her fellow District 1 tribute die, a boy by the name of Rider. She watched as he froze to death, discovering only when the cannon fired that he was the last survivor besides her.
It's that the changes Franky, that changes the small, quiet girl who tried to do her best by everyone. And it's Mini, and only Mini, with her golden hair and soft lips and warm arms that keep Franky grounded the day she returns and every day onwards.
tbc.