Chapter one: Wings, gills, powers, oh my!
Jessica Burns. I know, plain name. Nothing like the names around me. Rosalinia, Carnin, frilly flower names, then Jessica. Anyway, enough about my name. To give the short story, I was a Gen 77 kid, the most succesful, actually. I was made to be immortal. With wings, heat resistant skin, gills, telepathic powers and telekenetic powers, it was sorta' hard not to be immortal, but the needle's helped. So now, being my "immortal" self, I was stuck a couple thousand years into the future, in a world of The Hunger Games, a game of kids' murder. And the Capitol, don't get me started on that Lady Gaga-wannabee of a city. But back to The Hunger Games. It's horrible. Kid's fighting kid's, kid's killing kid's. Kid's killing themselves. Its awful, as you could imagine. But, with my luck, I was "reaped" into the games. You think it would be easy, wouldn't you? With my beautiful, flappy wings and my awesome no-nonsense skin and my mind-object-controlling brain. And maybe just the immortalism. Hey, it seems like I just might win! I could just fly by people. Control their minds, catch them out whenever they tried to kill me. But it wasn't as easy as I thought. The Gamemakers had something up their sleeves, they knew what I was, but I can't go on further 'till I go right to beginning. You better be ready, 'cuz your in for the ride of your life. Little friend taught me that phrase. Guess who?