The Snitchers: Allane Ranud
Shadows. Up my nose and in my hair. Constantly circling me as I plunge deeper into the depths of the gel, my muscles screaming at me to let go. Water was replaced with clear, toxic, gel and food was replaced with nothing, and only special hunters were approved to go hunt for food, for every person in town. The bile is rising in my throat, making me clench on to the nearest branch of plastic tree, approved by Lang of course, but then the Silencers group around me, pulling me further into the ground and making me scream, letting numerous gallon of gel swim into my throat, with a Silencer beside me, hauling me down to the depths of the gelatinous ocean. I feel my life force being pulled away. A Peacekeeper cutting it's way through my soul. As I die, I see my older sister Grace staring at me blankly like I have gone with the birds…
"Allane, wake up, President Lang, you know, the politician from Sector 12b, well, he needs to see your fat ass so wake up, you were screaming again last night, try and dim it down for Lang, will you? There's leftover haddock from last night's raid, eat up." I put on my Sector 16a approved uniform, and scoff down the haddock from Sector 15a. I have been chosen by Politician Gavil to be inaugurated into the gang of hunters called The Snitchers, who hunt and steal while the Politicians eat their way through troubles. Grace, my 21 year old sister, was incredibly jealous and wasn't just as surprised as I was. All the Peacekeepers say that the hunters, once completing their duties, go to the town square where they reap their rewards and live a life of luxury and splendour, but Sector 16a has never even had a Snitches come back from their travels to reap the rewards, except for Madil Shrey, a 80 year-old living replica of Mags from last year's Quarter Quell. After all that time, the rules still haven't changed one bit. District 1 and District 2 were divided into smaller areas now called Sectors, and everyone rights were restored except for this year's last reaping hopefully ever. Katniss is now the leader of all Panem, breaking all of the districts up, making sure there are 4 winners every year. Peeta Mellark is still at her side. They got married last year, on the day of the Harvest Festival. Everyone had plenty of food, warmth and shelter, until the Peacekeepers refused to give in to their loyal commander, President Snow. I was there at the Capitol that day when Katniss shot that other president, the one from District 13. Now she lives back here, in District 12, or should I say 16a. The Peacekeepers did terrible things to keep themselves warm when us people were shivering and Katniss, up with Peeta, depressed together, would do nothing to help at all.
Chapter 2: The Reaping
When I was finished dressing myself, I was yanked out of the house by Grace, but that was only because she was angry. The cobblestones no longer gleamed like silver anymore, but deep red patches of blood surrounded us, and the passerby watchers of the inauguration ceremony looked battered and hopeless, knowing I was not coming back alive. None of The Snitchers ever came back alive. Although, one thing bothered me. Today was the day of the last ever reaping forever and we were second last. Sector 17b was the last to go, and they were always the toughest. Politician Gavil and Commander Lang sat up near the old crumbled Justice Building and watched with beady eyes as everyone stopped and started and Sector 16a's new Snitchers. Katniss, weary and tired, came out of the newly built Hob and sat in her own velvet chair. Politician Gavil's voice boomed across the bloody square. "Why, what a charming new lot we have here." His tones were mocking, telling what Crack sluts we are, and nothing compared to the high and mighty Capitol. You would thing that after a year that Capitol would of finally crumbled, but obviously not. "Now, here are the nominee's for The Snitchers." I couldn't think straight anymore. All I was thinking about was why were those cobblestones covered in blood, and why was The Snitcher's ceremony always on a day of reaping. Then it hit me, like a huge bronze boulder. This was the last year of The Hunger Games, so every Snitcher didn't die, they were taken to the Capitol to train for so long, until the final Hunger Games, were we would fight to the death. The Snitchers weren't hunters, they were tributes.
Chapter 3: Finnigan Vokel
It was Lang's turn to speak. "Allane Ranud, Samreen Dahula..." Samreen glared at me. She was bulky with long, pin straight crimson hair."Finnigan Vokel, and Ebony Valiere." Ebony was on the other side of me, staring with her large, grey eyes telling me to run away. I guess she figured what was happening too. Finnigan, on the other hand, was chiselled and his muscled body made grown women want to be thirteen. He smiled at me softly, melting me like butter, but I knew I had to focus. Lang strolled over the dark navy bowl which was hand crafted out of wood from Sector 9x. His lanky hand dropped in and out at light speed, silencing all time for gasping. Finally, he picked out the 3 winners. Now his voice had gone dry and croaky." Finnigan Vokel. Ebony Valiere and Allane Ranud. I couldn't breathe, I felt myself drowning in those shadows from my dream. I was going to die, and everyone that I ever loved would just become a distant memory. The last image I saw before I fainted was Finnigan, his face leaning in, seeing my eyes close softly before he picked me up and carried me into the Justice Building. I never imagined my first love would be the one I would die with too.
