Hello to everyone ! =)

This is my first fic in English, and it's the Hunger Games, from Haymitch's point of view. I hope you'll enjoy it. Don't forget that a little review would really be nice !

Enjoy !

Lexi

Disclaimer : I do not own anything in the Hunger Games, not even Haymitch's bottles of white alcohol. Sigh.


Victors' Village. Eleven a.m. Fourth glass of white alcohol.

Okay, it's a big glass - I guess other people would call that a jug. But I really need it to wake up - or rather, to forget my dream. Dreaming, that's something I have completely forgotten. Now, there are only nightmares, horrific visions. I'm forty years old, and for almost a quarter of a century, I've been drinking to forget what I see at night. The blond girl, Cherie, and her sliced eye. Maysilee, letting one last gargle out as the blood drips from the corner of her lips. Hunger. Pain. Cold. The scream of the district 8 girl, the one with the axe, when her little brother died in front of her - reaped together. I killed her myself. My mentor, a complete madman - I despised him for being a coward, but now here I am, drunk before noon.

Fifth glass - or jug or whatever. My intestines, my own intestines, that I try to keep inside me with my bloody hands. I've still got an awful scar on my stomach, even though the Capitol did all they could to save me - they wouldn't want the victor to die before the end of the Victory Tour.

Well, they didn't put so much effort in saving my brother and Primrose, my girlfriend, when they decided that I had offended them.

Today is the day of the Reaping. Two poor kids are going to be slaughtered in the Arena. They'll be picked randomly today. We've got a new speaker too, the old one's gone. Well, that one can't be worse than Joffrey Verelick anyway. That arrogant prick.

I mean, I know, I'm at least ten times as arrogant as he is, but I'm not some rich Capitol asshole. I mean, I won the Hunger Games.

Anyway, I guess he wasn't that bad because I've been told he had been promoted to the District 10. Huge breakthrough.. but then anything is a huge breakthrough when you've been working for the worst district for five years. If you can call that "working", of course.

I give up the glass, jug, whatever it is, and drink directly from the bottle. Let's not embarrass ourselves with good manners, shall we. Now that new speaker, it's a woman, her name is Effie Trinket. I know who she is - or at least I can guess it pretty fairly because she's obviously like all Capitol citizens. An obnoxious bitch with weird hair and an obsession for good manners.

Meaning that finishing at least two bottles of white alcohol before meeting her is just my duty. I have to embarrass her.

In two hours and forty minutes, I'm supposed to go to the Reaping. If I can still stand up, that is. I always have this small flicker of hope that if I'm drunk enough they'll send me back home, but they always keep me there. Ah well. Two poor kids are going to die again because of those Capitol assholes. I say it out loud : "Assholes". I don't really know if I'm swearing against the Capitol (not that anyone I love is at stake, they got killed years ago) or just because my bottle is empty.

I stand up to take another bottle, but my head spins. I steady myself with the table - not so long ago, I could drink a whole bottle and still walk straight, now I don't even walk properly - oh, the disasters of old age.

Then I drink a second bottle (it's easier than the first one, always) and go to sleep. In an hour and a half, the Reaping will start. I do have time for a nap, right ?


I hope you enjoyed it ! Is Haymitch how you pictured him, in there ? The chapter 2 is ready to go online but I'll wait a little, it will probably be online tomorrow or the day after that so that I have time to write chapter 3 in the meantime !

Please leave a review if you liked the story, or if you didn't, so I can try and get better !

Lexi