ME: Helloooooooo! Ok, before I begin, I literally have no idea where this is going. I'm pretty much just going to send a few characters into the arena and see how things go. Enjoy! lol...
KATNISS: Issues. You have issues.
MYRNIN: Don't judge the insane!
ME: Yeah! I mean, hey, I'm totally insane!
PEETA: Cool, cool...
ME: Ok, so I literally just threw as many characters as was listed on Wikepedia (spelling?:/) and put a number from 1-12 beside them. District 1 - Claire Danvers, Magnus, Cato. District 2 - Michael Glass, Katniss Everdeen, Clove. District 3 - Shane Collins, Peeta Mellark, Foxface(?) District 4 - Eve Rosser, Gale Hawthorn, Thresh. District 5 - Sam Glass, Haymitch Abernathy, Gloss and Cashmere. District 6 - Amelie, Primrose Everdeen, Brutus. District 7 - Oliver, Rue, Enobaria. District 8 - Myrnin, Finnick Odair, Beetee. District 9 - Monica Morrell, President Snow, Wiress. District 10 - Mr. Bishop, President Coin, Mags. District 11 - Frank Collins, Marvel, Johanna Mason. District 12 - Ada, Glimmer. And, obviously, once the names have been picked, most of them will never be mentioned again. And, no one from other districts knows each other, as in the Hunger Games. First, this is going to be in Claire's point of view at the start at least, just because it'll be easy while I'm getting used to the story. And, two people of the same sex may be picked. I'm not being picky about that. And, um, same with ages - I don't care how old they are when they get sent in!
ADA: Ugh, get enough information there while we wait to speak.
ME: Ugh, want to be the first one who gets killed? *laughs*
MYRNIN: *sigh* Ladies, ladies...
ME: Oh, enjoy the first chapter! :)
RUE&ADA: Meaghan owns nothing.
Chapter 1
We all stood in front of the stage, and waited for the names to be called. I stared at the brightly coloured woman from the Capitol as she called out the first name.
"Cato (AN: Insert last name. I don't know it:P)" I sighed in relief. Nobody I loved was chosen... Yet. We waited for the second name.
"Claire Danvers."
I froze in shock. Peacekeepers walked me up to the stage. I stared out at the group of people standing in front of me. I shook Cato's hand, while thinking, 'Why did nobody volunteer?'
We were brought away to the place where we could say goodbye to our loved ones. I sat patiently, and my parents came in.
"Claire!" They rushed to hug me.
"No matter what you see out there, you stay safe and alive," I immediatly insisted. "Dad, keep your heart in check. Mom, please, please, please keep the two of you safe."
They promised.
"Time's up." They were brought outside.
I sat alone. Nobody else was going to come see me, I was sure.
I was brought out to Cato, and we were brought to the train. Our mentor, a man named Magnus, gave us a lot of information that would be helpful in the arena. Then, we watched the reapings. District Two's tributes were Michael Glass and Katniss Everdeen, Three's were Shane Collins and Peeta Mellark, Four's were Eve Rosser and Gale Hawthorn, Five's were Sam Glass and Haymitch Abernathy, Six's were Primrose Everdeen and a woman named Amelie, Seven's were a guy named Oliver and a young girl named Rue, Eight's were Finnick Odair and a guy named Myrnin, Nine's were Monica Morrell and Wiress, Ten's were a guy called Bishop and agirl named Mags, Eleven's were Frank Collins and Johanna Mason, and Twelve's were Ada and Glimmer.
Cato, sitting beside me on the couch, groaned. "That guy, Shane, looks like a tank."
"As opposed to you?" I scoffed, and got up and went to the room I was given. Tomorrow, we would be in the Capitol.
"Good luck with training."
I immediately walked over to the knot-tying section. I had been training for this my whole life, just in case. I practiced the knots.
"District One?"
I turned to see two young girls standing behind me. "Hi. Six and Seven?"
"Yeah." The blonde girl smiled sweetly. "I'm Prim. This is Rue. That girl over there," she pointed, "is my sister, Katniss."
"From Two?"
"Yeah. I don't actually know how that happened. My mother only told me that when she was saying goodbye."
"So did my father." Katniss appeared behind her.
"Hi. I'm Claire," I introduced.
"Ok. Hey, Michael!" she called. "Weights?" The guy from Two ran over and picked her up, and brought her over to the weights."
"Well, I'm going to go over to Amelie," Prim said, waving and walking away.
"Oh, there's Oliver. Bye!" Rue left.
I sighed. Cato came over, then. "Need any help?" he offered.
"No."
"Claire." He grabbed my shoulders. "Come on. We're District One's tributes! Work with me?"
"I don't need to form an alliance. I won't be a Career."
He groaned and walked away.
I continued knot-tying in peace for about five minutes before another voice interrupted.
"Hi."
I turned and groaned while I was doing so, but cut off.
I swear, the guys from District 8 didn't look this good in the tape of the reaping.
"Hi," I smiled.
"I'm Myrnin. This is Finnick. Claire, right?"
I nodded.
"Need some help?"
Sighing, I shook my head.
"Why not?"
"I am not forming an alliance."
"Why?"
"What's the point? We'd have to kill each other anyway."
Finnick and Myrnin crouched down. "Come on!" they begged.
"NO!" I snapped.
They backed up and walked away.
Great job, Claire. Two absolutely gorgeous guys, and you scare them off.
Later that night, I lay in bed, crying. I knew I would do my best to make it home, though.
For my own sake, if nothing else.
The next day was our interviews with Caesar Flickerman (AN: Did I get the name right? Been a while since I read them:/) I was second, and my stylist had dressed me in a beautiful purple dress, with a tight top half, and a puffed out skirt. Magnus had decided my style would be 'Mysterious'. He thought I was a closed off person. He had told me to "Do whatever. If you screw this up, you're dead anyway." My boost of confidence from my mentor(!)
"Our second tribute from District One, Claire Danvers!"
I walked out, and Caesar kissed my cheek. We sat down.
"So, Claire."
"Yeah?" I laughed lightly.
"How do you feel about this?"
"This? The training, the fact that I'm here, or the Games themselves?"
He took my hand. "All of them."
I shook my head. "Well, the training is... Awkward."
"How so?"
"I'm being offered alliances by a lot of Districts, but I've rejected them all."
"Why?"
"Because, I work alone. Nobody gets to help me, or tell me what to do. For example, District 8. The two guys from that District came up and asked me for an alliance, and later that day, the girl from Twelve, Ada, who I've actually never met before, came up and asked me why I wouldn't want to work with two guys who were so gorgeous."
Caesar laughed. "And, what did you tell her?"
"I believe my exact words were, 'What difference does it make that they're beautiful? That'll make them harder to kill.' Then I told her to have good luck killing someone if they make it into your heart." My voice lowered. "I told her I was speaking from experience."
"You've killed someone you loved?" Caesar gasped.
I sighed, and continued whispering. "You should have asked Cato that question."
The buzzer went off.
"Ok, ladies and gentlemen, that was Claire Danvers! Now, time for District Two's Michael Glass!" I walked off, then ran at Cato and started crying.
"Claire?"
I dried my eyes. "Damn. Sorry, Cato."
He wiped my eyes. "It's ok." He knew I meant I was sorry for what I did.
For killing his sister.
Accidentally, of course. During training for the Games, I hit her with an arrow.
"Good luck tomorrow, Claire."
I laughed. "Wonder what the arena will be like."
Cato stared at me. "You find that funny?"
I nodded. "Why wouldn't it be? We know there's going to be trees. Probably a big forest or something, with the Cornucopia in the midle."
"As per usual."
We turned to watch the rest of the interviews. Finnick was up there.
"So, Finnick, you were watching the interviews before yours?" Caesar asked.
"Of course."
"And, did you hear Claire's?"
"Yes. I listened especially to hers."
"You did?"
"She's very interesting. Ada, on the other hand, I wasn't expecting that from. Myrnin and I haven't spoken to her much, at all really. But we both seem to have a quiet fascination with Claire Danvers. I think it will make the Games interesting."
"Yes, I'm sure it will. Well, our time's up!"
Finnick walked off stage and came over to me. "Reconsidering my offer?" He winked at me.
"Which one?" I laughed.
"An alliance. With me. And Myrnin."
"Oh. Ok."
"Ok?"
"Yeah. I'll form an alliance." Words I never thought I'd say.
"Great. See you in the arena."
"At the Cornucopia?"
He stared at me. "Or, you know, out of the way?"
I smiled. "I'll see you guys around."
I was back in my room later, and I slept perfectly, the last night I would. I dressed in a daze the next morning, and waited to be brought to the arena. My tube rose and I was brought into a forest.
"Let the 74th Hunger Games begin!"
ME: Well? You likey? :D
MYRNIN: Oh. So, a love triangle?
ME: Yep! Either Clyrnin, or Clinnick. (Need a shipping name for those two!)
