I obviously don't own anything from the Hunger Games except the characters I've made up. I'm not that good.
Chapter 1
I took a firm glance around my new surroundings. The Cornucopia was right in the middle of the brown soil covering the ground. The sky was barely visible through the dark pines circling me and the other tributes. Behind me, the ground slowly sloped upward until I could see a border about 50 feet above. It looked like a complete circle, a hole, and one that would keep us prisoners for the evil pleasure of the Capitol. I guess the expression 'go die in a hole' was not so much an expression anymore.
I nervously rubbed my hands down my light, black, springy leggings and up my sides, which were clothed in a tight, black leather jacket, not suitable for running, and a simple black thin strapped shirt. A pair of comfortable, well-fitted combat boots completed the outfit. The boys looked the same except that their leggings were a bit looser.
My long, curly caramel hair is tied in a thick ponytail that showers over my back. That'll get caught in something for sure.
I analyze some of the other tributes, trying to find the few I had come to recognize. I easily spot the other Careers, my fellow alliances, all of them staring hungrily at the Cornucopia. The girl from District 5, with fiery red hair and slanted violet eyes, determinately eyes a large backpack and a set of knives. I had seen her in training and she was defiantly a fierce opponent. The boy from 12 with the curly brown hair and intense grey eyes moved nervously on his plate. The girl from District 3, with the elfish face and mousy blonde hair glanced around the arena with narrowed eyes, as if she was making a plan. On my left, the girl who I think is from District 10, looks right into my eyes, staring at me as if I was a huge monstrous bear, about to rip off her flesh. On my right was a shrimpy boy, probably the age of twelve. He had an upturned nose and a scowl on his face, like he was only annoyed to be here.
I'm so focused on the other tributes that I'm caught off guard as the gong sounds. I rush to the Cornucopia, blindly. Being fifteen and small for my age, I have a natural sprinter's body shape, with strong legs and a small upper body. I quickly catch up to the other faster tributes, who were lucky to get a 3-second head start ahead of me. I glance to my left to see the District 10 girl 2 paces behind me, arms pumping in the urge to beat me. My first victim I think. I see the panic flash in her eyes, again, as if she can read my thoughts. She starts picking up the pace, something I am unable to do. I was already at full speed. She gets to the Cornucopia first and snatches a long axe and flings it towards me. She has poor aim and it flies past me, into a pine, startling its nettles. I spot a knife close to me and snatch it up while running full speed towards the girl. Her brown eyes scream terror but I ignore it and plunge my knife into her heart. The girl slams to the ground, lifeless. I turn around just in time to see a knife zooming towards my forehead. With adrenaline surging through my veins, I tumble to the ground to see it thud into the boy from District 12's side, who was unlucky to have been standing behind me. He falls to the ground and I am shocked to see his grey eyes dull, staring blankly into the dark forest. I whip around to see who had thrown the knife. The girl from is District 5 squinting at me dangerously. Two more glittering daggers are in her hands. She glares at me for a moment but runs off into the forest, deserting the Cornucopia with the large backpack she had been watching earlier. I get back on my feet and I notice that the noise around me has settled. No more knives clashing on knives. No more heavy footsteps of panicked children. And no more screaming. Except for…
I twist around to see a tall girl corner another against a pine, her dagger ready to slit the others throat. The girl was howling and shrieking in what I assumed was fear. I heard the shluck of the knife skim her neck and a cannon blew. The dead girl slumped over and hit the ground.
The living girl, Quill, a District 2 volunteer, strutted over to me with a poisonous but smug scowl. She slammed her shoulder into mine and handed me her bloodied knife.
"Clean that." She snapped.
"Who do you think I am? Your personal slave?"
I shot her an angry glare.
"Don't make me turn you into one!" She sneered, taking an arrow from her quiver and jeering it dangerously close to my throat. I waggled her used knife in her face, making sure to splatter some of the blood on her face. Just as she was about to pounce on me, someone called out from behind her.
"Hey! Knock it off will you?"
Mason, Quill's District partner, jogged over to where we were standing, and put himself in a dangerous position, right between the two of us. But he was quite a bit taller than Quill and me, and had a slight advantage if another fight did break out.
"We are alliances. This needs to stop." He scolded.
I raised an eyebrow. Quill and I shared a glare and we could tell we only agreed on one thing right now. And that was that this wouldn't stop. I knew that right from the moment we met.
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