A.N: This story is pretty much based off of The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins. Except it has the Twilight characters in it. Most of the things are the same as the book. But the characters, and the Games are different in this story. You didn't have read The Hunger Games to read this fic. There will be a few things that you wouldn't have expected. Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: Don't own Twilight or The Hunger Games. I don't even own the plot. The only thing I own are the new part of the games I made up.


The Twilight Games

Chapter 1

My eyes opened to find that sunlight was flooding through my window. I pulled my covers above my head to shield the light coming through. I could feel the air around me was cold, but two light sheets that my family owned, were wrapped around me. Well, not really family. I just lived with my brother, Emmett. Our parents had died years ago, but we managed to keep ourselves alive.

I sit up, wiping my eyes to get a clearer look of the small room. Listening carefully, I could hear my brother in our kitchen moving around. He was probably preparing our breakfast. It would most likely be scarce, but he was trying to cheer me up in any form possible. Today was the day of the reaping.

Every year, Volterra of all of the towns held something called The Twilight Games. It was where two kids from every town, one boy and one girl, would be chosen to compete in. The winner would get food and fortune for life. But to win, you had to kill the other contestants. In other words, the losers lost their lives.

It was still early in the morning, but I knew I had to get up at some time. I pulled myself off the bed and dressed in a light t shirt and pants. My boots were on me the second my feet left the bed. I pull the covers of my bed, making it neat. At least if my name was called in the reaping, I would leave Emmett with a clean house.

My brother turned to look at me, hearing me walk into the kitchen. He gives me a small smile, and I return it. Nothing can cheer us up today. But he tries, by placing a warm piece of stale bread with a small spread of cheese on table and pushes it towards me. "Thanks," I reply. But I leave it there, I wasn't really hungry.

Emmett looks handsome, his brown curls even curlier than usual. His brown eyes match mine as we exchange a glance. I would rather him have to eat the bread. He's so muscular, but from the lack of food, he looked odd under the clothes. The muscles were still there, but there wasn't enough nutrition for them.

"You know you should really eat something before you go out sis," he replies, picking up the bread and holding out to me. I shake my head. I don't want it. Even if I took it, I wouldn't eat it. "You need the energy."

"I'll just pick some berries along the way. Jacob will probably have food anyways," I reply. I give him another small smile and walk out the door into the town.

Forks is usually busy with the men and women walking towards their duties and jobs. But not today. Everyone is inside, getting the extra sleep while they had the chance. Everyone had the day off.

I follow the shadows of other houses to the break in the fence. Surrounding our whole town is a fence. One which is fifteen feet high and is supposedly electrified. But our town barely gets any energy that it is never dangerous. Now if you tried to climb it would be a different story, it's barbed. I quickly slip under the fence and walk swiftly into the woods.

I follow a few of the trees until I reach a bush. Under the bush, I pull out an arrows and bow inside plastic I had placed it in. I needed these for today's hunt. Only a few more minutes walk, and I could see Jake sitting on a tree that had toppled over. "There you are," he greeted, almost startling me. He had ears like a dog.

"Ready for today?" I ask, holding up my arrow. He in return holds up his bow and arrows and a few containers to hold fruit and herbs.

His eyes light up. I was trying to sound extra enthusiastic today, but I knew he wasn't buying it. He too was acting. He put down the containers to run his hand through his dark brown hair. His eyes were almost black today. "Let's get this started. We don't have that much time."

A silence fills the woods. It feels extremely hollow today. "You know, we could just run away. Get away from here. The Capitol would never find us. Your brother would understand," He states out of nowhere. I turned to him and blush in shock.

Running away? Just the two of us? That's a thought that has never crossed my mind. But we could. But I knew we couldn't. I would, but that would be leaving back the friends and family I had here. I knew Jake had other close friend's than just me, and he wouldn't leave them. He wouldn't do that for me would he?

"Don't. Not now," I replied, looking into the woods. In the distance, I saw a rabbit scurry away. Maybe some other time, but not today. We had a schedule to follow and we needed to put food on the table.

"Fine," He agrees. He holds up his arrow and leaves the containers on the tree trunk. "Let's start hunting. You need a lot of practice. But you're getting better at it." He smirks at me, walking north. Jake had been teaching me how to hunt. After my parents had died, Emmett and I had to support ourselves if we didn't want to die.

But Emmett was old enough to take on some part time jobs at the bakery and butcher's to make us small cash. But even, he still had to go to school like I did. The money wasn't enough to support both of us. So one day, I decided to go into the forest to pick some fruits I had saw. My father taught me how to identify safe fruit to eat and herbs, and also taught me how to steer clear of the poisonous plants.

And one day, I saw Jacob shoot at something. We've been hunting ever since. I was getting better, but anyone could see that he was better than me.

We end up with a rabbit for each, strawberries, and other various herbs. We had enough for our families, since both of us just had to feed one other person. Jake had no siblings, and his mother passed away a while ago. Only him and his father were left. Two people, just like Emmett and I.

"I'll see you back in the square," He tells me, walking the opposite way when we crawl back under the fence into the town. I nod in reply, hurrying to the Mayor's house. Luckily for me, no one was really out yet so I didn't have to hide all of the food that I got from the forest. I knocked on the back door of the house, making sure no one was watching me.

Rosalie, the Mayor's daughter, opens the door. She was my friend in school. Most people would think that since her family had more money than most of the town, she would be stuck up and snotty. She wasn't really. She just didn't like what people said about her, and fought back. But she was nice once you really got to know her.

"Hey," she greeted, closing the door behind her. She was in a nice light pink dress that complimented her fair complexion perfectly. I handed her over half of my strawberries and she handed me back some money. I smiled. We were friends, so we always gave each other a little more intended. "Ready for the reaping?"

I sighed. "Not really, our names are in there sixteen times." You're named was entered the drawing by how old you were. It started when you were twelve, and ended when you were eighteen. Since Rose and I were sixteen, our names were entered sixteen times. Jacob and Emmett were both eighteen, so their names would be entered more than ours. But this was their last year.

Rose's eyes darkened at the thought. "So you mean, he has eighteen?" She asked. She was talking about my brother. Being her friend, I knew she always had a thing for him. But being in our situations, she would never say anything until we were older. It would be heck if she told him she liked him but one of them ended up in the games.

Holding back your feelings helped those around you.

"Unfortunately," I replied, my voice sinking at the thought. But I had to change the subject around. I eyed her dress, catching the more detail work. "Nice dress. You look lovely in it." And she did. Her blond hair was curled, falling just below her shoulders. She was beautiful.

"You will look amazing in your dress," she complimented. "You always do. Wear your hair down."

I blushed again. "Thanks. At least we'll look amazing if we go to the Capitol." But we both knew we wouldn't want to go. We were only dressing up because Volterra made all of the towns treat it like a holiday. "See you."

"Bye."

I walked back to my house, entering to find Emmett pushing a dress towards me. It was the same one I had worn last year, but we didn't have the extra money to buy another one. I left the rabbit and food on the kitchen table, Emmett would take care of it. I went to my room to change.

We had to rush to the square, meeting up with everyone. It was twelve, and I had to seperate from Emmett to run to the roped off section of kids. I join the group of sixteens, while Emmett goes to the eighteens. I see him taking a place next to Jacob. Rose joins me, giving me a small smile.

The two out of the three chairs up on stage is filled while the Mayor comes to the podium. He starts off with the story of how the games got started and the history of the games. I try my best to keep focused. I've heard the story so many times. I also wanted to see if the mentor would come up. Carlisle Cullen. He is one out of three people that have won the games from Forks.

But now he spends his days either drunk, or places where no one knows where he is. Everyone thinks he hates himself for changing the way he did in the games to kill others to win. Some say it has made him crazy. But I think it's just because he has no wife or friends to really have fun and share times with. It's just the loneliness that does that to him.

Finally, he takes his seat. For once, he is sober enough to take his seat. By this time, the Mayor is done with his speech. A woman named Esme takes the stage next. Volterra sends her. She's the person that picks the names out of the glass balls. But she also follows the tributes through out their training, keeping up with them. She's freakishly always hyper and happy.

"Remember, darkness is always predictable. So may fate be ever in your favor," she says, smiling. She has a funny accent. But anyone from Volterra sounds different. "Remember, ladies go first." Her hands reach into the bowl of names as I hold my breath. Please don't let it be me.

I space out when she picks the name out. But I manage to some what hear the name she's calling. And it's Isabella Swan.


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