Most people go their whole lives without really thinking of death or the inevitable death they will have eventually. But not me. I was always fascinated with death. Others were perturbed by it throughout my seventeen years of life. And I carried it with me into my next life. Yep. I was reincarnated which sucked ass. But back to my first death. It was quite brutal and honestly not really that surprising considering I had shitty luck. I was murdered. I found out quickly that I was a surrogate to the real person of her rage. Yep I got killed by a woman. Kind of funny because most men never consider that a woman might kill them. Though I thanked all those binge watching of Criminal Minds to realize that I was a surrogate for her anger, but anyway she kidnapped me by asking for directions and for once I was nice and decided to help her and before I knew it I was facing the barrel of a gun and being forced in her car. Most people wouldn't go into detail but I will because as I said I've always been fascinated with death. She broke each of my fingers on my right hand and shattered the bones on my left hand with a hammer. She then left me alone for two days which were spent in complete isolation aside from her forcing water down my throat. Then she stabbed me more times than I can count. I assume it was over forty. I can't tell you how long I was left to bleed out. It could have been two minutes or two hours but as all I could focus on at the moment was the fact that I was dying I didn't notice the woman point the gun at me.
Bang.
It was the last thing I heard.
Now people got it all wrong in their self-insert reincarnation fanfictions. You don't immediately remember your past life as the newborn brain can't handle all that information. I started to remember things on my fourth birthday at the orphanage. With all the new information I passed out. When I woke up I began to cry as I mourned me family and the brutal death I suffered. When I finished my crying I decided to forget my past life as in my family and friends but not how the world was. It wasn't until I was six that I realized where I was. The matron of the orphanage had ushered us all into the room to watch the mandatory viewing every citizen in this country had to watch.
When I heard a voice boom "Let the fifty seventh annual Hunger Games begin." I had one thought.
Fuck
Why couldn't it have been something easy like Twilight or something kind of fun like Harry Potter.
No. I had to be reborn in the fucking Hunger Games world. I didn't even know a lot about the Hunger Games! Just the first book and most of the second book. Two weeks later I learned that I lived in district twelve. Why not district one or two? Even four would have been better! Determination started to fill me as since I was born in the poorest district, I made a choice that would impact multiple people's lives throughout Panem. I was going to volunteer and win the hunger games. I needed to win so I wasn't poor all my life. I know it is a bad motivation but I never said I was a good person. I mean I just said I was going to volunteer and kill other kids though I wasn't a child mentally. When I was ten I went to the electric fence with a knife because I was going to teach myself how to throw a knife. I waited with baited breath to hear if the gate was on. It wasn't so I burrowed my way under the fence and made my way through the green woods in the summer heat. My first attempt was terrible. Laughable even. I was more harm to myself then others at first. It was a slow process with no teacher. But eventually I was able to make some progress and get it to actually hit the tree. Over two years of doing this I was able to become pretty accurate. Nowhere near the level of Clove from the 74th games but accurate enough to hit the area I needed to hit. One day I stumbled upon something that I was avoiding. The main characters. I ran into a man and what was obviously his daughter but at least five years younger than me. They were in a pond and the man was teaching her how to swim. They both looked startled when I came upon them. I threatened to tell the peacekeepers unless he taught me how to swim. Now I know you are thinking what a terrible person to which to I will respond with I am not a nice person. In fact I am extremely selfish. I mean hello I was going to volunteer to kill other kids just so I would be rich. Now of course I knew being a victor wasn't all fun and games. I know that they have to live with the memories and possible prostitution if they are attractive, among other things. I saw my reflection for the first time while learning how to swim and I was shocked. I had the natural olive skin of the seam, but other than that I looked different with jet black hair and bright blue eyes. Damn this new body was good looking. And I noticed lean muscles on my malnourished body. Must be from all the running around I did and knife throwing I thought. Things continued with this routine until I was fifteen. On reaping day everything changed. I wore my usual rags to the reaping as I didn't have any good clothes due to being an orphan. The escort this year changed to Effie Trinket. She looked practically the same as to how she would almost ten years from now.
"Welcome. I am Effie Trinket, your new escort. I have a message brought to you from the capital." She cheeringly introduced herself. The usual video package played every year played and I zoned out until she said "Now the time has come to pick one young man and woman to represent district 12 in the sixty sixth annual hunger games. Ladies first."
She then moved to the bowl full of names and plucked out a card and read,"Orchid Farmark." A girl walked out from the fourteen year old section with tears running down her face. She was from the seam like most tributes from district twelve. Bloodbath I thought.
I didn't hear the boy's name as i wasn't paying attention until I noticed a town boy walking from the twelve year old section and screams from a woman in the crowd. Most likely his mother. I thought then fuck it.
I walked out and shouted, "I volunteer! I volunteer as tribute!" Everyone was shocked and the little boy ran back with relief written on his face. Effie recovered quickly and ushered me onto the stage of the justice building.
"What's your name?" she asked me. I whispered it to her and she then said happily into the microphone,"Give it up for district twelve's very first volunteer Alabastor Silentdrop!" Silence met her words until everyone began giving the three fingered salute. Effie then had us shake hands and lastly said,"your tributes for the sixty sixth annual hunger games." and we were then ushered into the justice building. The little boy who I volunteered for and who could only his mother walked in.
Instantly the woman hugged me and whispered "thank you" over and over again. The little boy then gave me a necklace with a ring around it and asked "can you take this as your token?" I took it and nodded. It was a ring with an emerald in it. A small one but still something they could have got a lot of money for, but I don't question it and as they leave I know they believe I am going to die. No one else visits. As I step onto the train I think to myself fight dirty because there is no fair in the hunger games and I am not screwing up my second round of life.