Hello everybody, yes I am starting a new Hunger Games story (Jeez I write a lot of these do I not?) anyways, no this is not a Wendy/Gale story this is a different OC named Charlotte. Yea I know I'm posting this without my beta, but, in my defense, she should learn that I like to post chapters the same day I write them because I'm impatient. Anyways enough of my psycho babble enjoy the chapter!
I only own Charlotte.
60 seconds.
My life could literally end in a minute, and I Charlotte Larson, would cease to exist. Just another body piled among the thousands that died in the Games only thing different was this was a Quarter Quell. This was the third Quarter Quell to be exact and past Victors and everybody from the ages 12-18 could be chosen. Which was bad news for me saying as I was 18.
30 seconds.
I looked at my surroundings; an ocean of water and an island some feet away. Great, not many people in District 9 knew how to swim saying as we grew grain. But there were some small ponds and I could move and keep my head up above the water, that's all I cared about.
10 seconds.
Don't panic.
9 seconds.
Do not panic.
8 seconds.
I started to panic a little.
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I dove into the water, which was freezing cold. If there was an iceberg that floated by I wouldn't be surprised.
I eventually reached land, the Cornucopia, around the same time Finnick Odair did. I bolted towards the cliff containing all of the weapons; running was something I could definitely do. I reached the top of the cliff and started picking through them. I threw a couple into the forest and 'accidentally' broke some but I picked up a dagger and sword. I wasn't confident I could use them but something was better than nothing. I heard something; rather somebody behind me. I raised my sword and turned around coming face to face with Odair's trident. We stared at each other as if in a deadly stare off and whoever blinked first would die.
I eventually lowered my weapon as if to say 'You know I don't really feel like killing you right now.' He lowered his weapon as if to say the same thing. Somehow, in training, Odair had gained my trust.
Flashback
I walked into the training arena and looked around. Nothing really interesting or useful to me. I walked over to the knot-tying station.
"You're the female tribute from District 9 right?" said the male tribute from District 4, a Victor who won his Games a few years back.
"Correctamundo." I said, immediately feeling stupid. Okay never saying that again. I thought.
"Got a name?" he asked.
"Charlotte Larson, most call me Lottie." I answered.
"As in Little Lottie? I'm-"
"Finnick Odair," I answered for him, "I don't think there's a person in Panem that doesn't know your womanizing status. No, it's just Lottie." I said.
End of flashback
The blood bath had started down below, and some tributes were still in the water. I pulled my light red auburn hair back into a ponytail, turned on my heel and started walking onto the path that lead to the forest/jungle. I could hear Finnick behind me.
"Are you following me?" I asked.
"Well, yea." He answered as if it were obvious.
"Are you going to stop following me?"
"I don't think so." I rolled my eyes at my new allies' response. I quickly glanced at a tree, and then I did a double take. Welcome to Jail. It read. Huh, I thought to myself, that's not strange.
Finnick is such a stalker isn't he? Anyways I do have a plan for the arena and if you think you've figured it out PM me. Also I've put in a Phantom of the Opera and two Doctor Who references REVIEW!