I just had the idea in my head and I wanted to write a fanfiction :)
Chapter 1: Chariot
Katniss:
We walked down the long aisle, our faces determined. The other stylists are talking to each other, and I watch their reaction as our chariot illuminates in flames, and so do our outfits. I spot Cinna in the crowd talking with Haymitch, and for a second he doesn't notice me. But then I see the wink he sends towards me, and I turn back to Peeta, who's busy getting flowers thrown at him from the crowd.
"Peeta," I say, acknowledging the fact that my hand is moving closer to his, "Cinna's orders." I usually wouldn't like the fact that I must hold hands with a boy I barely even know, but I do it. I do it to show to the crowd that us young victors unite together. To show that we are more than just a piece in their games. I see President Snow up on the rising balcony, and I see him staring directly at me, in absolute fury. But although I know I will pay for it later, I dismiss the case for now, and go back to smiling at the crowd.
Our chariot swerves to the right and the Capitol fans instantly reach out to touch our faces, lost in the sense that we are covered in flames. Peeta and I both catch a rose in our mouth, and I avoid the prickly thorns that cover the stem. For a second I survey our competition, and notice District 1 and 2 are glaring at us, their faces glaring daggers. 1 is covered with what appears to be pink fur. The skylights from up above makes their outfit sparkle, and as I squint closer I can see a hint of magenta in their top. The district 2 tributes are both wearing some type of Roman armor on their chest, and a Viking winged helmet. They look by far the hardest competitors to beat, and as I turn to face Peeta he has a horrid look on his face.
Cato:
If looks could kill, I did my job right. The male district 12 tribute looks frightened, and he immediately averts his eyes to the ground. But oddly enough, his partner doesn't look scared at all. She's staring directly at me, glaring right back. Clove nudges me with her arm and whispers in my ear, "We have a target to kill." I nod slowly, trying to process the information while concentrating on the girl. I send a scowl to her and hoping that will end the glaring, but she continues to stare at me, determined.
"What a bitch Cato," Clove says, getting worked up, "We'll kill her on the first day." I sense the urge to threaten the girl after the chariots, but I feel it won't be necessary. The chariots come to a stop as the President starts his speech, but listening to him talk is like listening to a broken tape recorder. He drones on and on until I stop listening and turn to face the girl once again.
"I will kill you." I mouth to her and curl my lips into a cruel grin. But she dismisses my threat and rolls her eyes, and goes back to focusing on the president. This angers me for some odd reason. Normally I would shrug it off too, but seeing her, district 12 scum, makes me want to snap her neck with my bare hands.
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After the speech is over, all the tributes and the mentors go to the main dining hall and chatter about. Brutus comes over and nods his head in approval that we did well.
"Did you see District 12?" Clove snaps. Brutus glances over at them to see the last of the artificial fire from their outfits extinguished. Their mentors are in awe, and it sickens all of us. They shouldn't be the ones getting all of the attention, it should be us. We will dominate in the arena, for sure. The idea that they would win would put all of us to shame. Perhaps our district, even. Brutus walks over to the refreshments where their mentor is and starts talking with him. I see the anger in their mentors eyes, and Clove and I grin at each other.
We will win.
Katniss:
"He wants us to back off," Haymitch says slowly, clenching his fists ever so slightly. I glance over at Peeta who instead of looking afraid at the district 2 tributes, is narrowing his eyebrows at them. But if looks could kill, Cato has won it in the bag. His partner, Clove, is about my height, so I'm weighing the fact if I could beat her in the arena. However, their district is adored by the Capitol, so I'm guessing Clove's physical strength and weight are both more than me.
"Well we won't," Peeta suddenly speaks up, but quickly quiets down. Effie and Cinna share a glance at one another, as if they are talking to each other secretly. I can tell by the countenance on their faces they agree, but I don't how long it will be until one of us gets killed.
"Peeta, we certainly could do that, but what would happen in the arena? We wouldn't want to be a target for the Careers. Surprise the Gamemakers in the private session, but keep quiet in the training center." Haymitch stops his sentence and looks over at Effie, who obviously agrees.
"Show your stuff when you're alone," she squeals and I roll my eyes. I don't want to attract attention to myself, they're right for that point, but you can't listen to Effie for 5 minutes before tuning her out. I turn to Cinna who sends me a smug smile. Haymitch notices this and takes it as a time to scold me.
"However Katniss," he says, glaring at me, "If you're desperate to intimidate your competitors, do so as you please. It wouldn't be bad to finally show the Careers that District 12 has potential." I'm taken aback at this at first, if this was an insult or a compliment. But when I see Haymitch smile, smiling for real, I know he knows we do in fact have potential.
We just have to play it safe with the other tributes.
Hopefully my writing can progress and I can start writing more detailed and lengthier chapters. Tell me what you think!