A/N: This is story based on the play I wrote at camp, along with my three fellow actors. Hey, if any of ya'll are on here reading this, PM me! I'd love to talk to you! So, anyway, this is a story about the only other time a tribute-or tributes-has rebelled. And about how the capitol covered it up. And about how the tributes faced their punishment for the simple crime of not wanting to die. Read on, and enter the 72th Hunger games. Point of view: Pisces Adelfa Nixie Shimmer
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Sitting in this stupid, dark, cold, prison cell is a drag. I mean it! I mean, yeah, it means that I'm no longer in that hell-hole they called an arena, and I do have clean clothes (well, a clean prison jumpsuit…But hey, it's warm and delinquent chic!), and they gave me a meal (read: loaf of bread) that I didn't have to kill and skin. So yeah, despite the fact that it's dark and boring and I don't know if my friends are alive, prison is sort of better than I expected. Daddy would be so happy to hear that I'm in prison. Not.
Well, darkness, depression, the stench of death…prison sure does seem like my mom's room doesn't it? Jeez, could the Capitol really not afford some stupid light bulbs? I've made enough to know that they can be found in abundance. You know, after spending time around the gang, this quiet seems sort of…strange. And that is coming from a girl who hardly ever speaks. No death threats, no bouts of morbid and melodious singing and no snarky comments…things that I never thought I'd miss.
I cannot believe I went along with that stupid scheme and got myself landed in prison! Stupid bravery and knowledge of what the right thing is. My trainer told me to never give in and what did I do? That's right, give in. I am going to kill that stupid water loving brat and her flower picking sidekick! Oh, yeah and that wanna-be genius from district three! Slowly, and painfully, just like I was always told to do. But…it's not their fault. I was the weak one who gave in, not them. Not that I'll show mercy. It has to be done, so, their murder, and I'd rather it came from a friend if I were gettin- Gaaah! Enough murder talk.
Prison sucks. Not as much as my life back in Eleven, but, you know, close. And this jumpsuit is WAY too big on me. Guess they didn't consider the fact that I'd only eaten what I could kill in the past couple of weeks and before that I barely ate at all. And I think there's a rat in my cell. Ugh, prison really, really, REALLY sucks when your friends are in different cells than you and you're only recently conscious. Ah, there's that rat again! Oh, where's that frying pan when you need it? EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!
Okay, let me reiterate my point for those of you who didn't get the memo earlier: Prison sucks. I mean, I was so bored I literally started singing in my head. And it smells. And it's bor- wait, are those lights I see down the hall? Um, FINALLY! Ugh, my eyes hurt from being stuck in this dark hell-hole. And…hey, is that…A Capitol official. And a Gamekeeper. And a guard. This could not be good, could it? And then…click. My cell door is unlocked. "Get out, all of you! Follow me to the interrogation room!"
I glare silently at the guard as he herds me in to the back of our little group His face is a hard mask of hatred, and that's what really pisses me off. I should be the one with hatred in my eyes, not him! He wasn't wrenched away from his life and forced to kill other innocent kids for entertainment, he wasn't told by every one that he was never going make it a day in the arena without being brutally murdered, he didn't have to deal with his mom's indifference toward her child's assured death. I had.
As we enter the interrogation room, that smarmy bastard of a Capitol Official forces us to sit in these awful chair thingies that could double as torture devices. I give him my practically patented death glare, in the futile hope that it'll work and I can run away from here. It just earns me a particularly hard shove in the direction of my chair. He goes like this down the line with the other three. I can see the looks ranging from cool rage to feral anger to a crossover of sadness and hatred. It almost makes me proud.
I hate this. I hate this. I hate this. I hate this. I. Hate. This. That stupid jerk, that Capital guard, putting his stupid hands all over me and pushing me into this stupid chair. I open up my mouth to rip him a new one, but then he slaps me and hisses "I wouldn't think about it, rebel scum, if I were you." Then his stupid leader, that Official over there, Begins asking questions. And all hell breaks loose.
How long have you been planning this act of rebellion? Have you ever had contact with district 13? Tribute Glimmer, why did you join forces with these tributes? Tribute Nixie, how did you find the tunnels? Tributes Adelfa and Pisces, why did you not kill Tributes Glimmer and Nixie upon being surprised? All these stupidly predictable questions and more are spat out at us. I smirk and sit back, knowing that this imbecile probably loves the sound of his voice and won't shut up for a while.
I try to covertly scan the room and my allies while the official rants on. The room: White, barely shiny walls, even whiter and shinier floors, probably lacquered. Modern and advanced lighting at regular intervals. Sterile looking. Stinks of cleaning supplies and Capitol cologne. My friends: Adelfa, looking far too pleased at how we confused and angered the Capitolites. Glimmer, stoic as ever. Pisces, smirking and looking very devil-may-care, her cool-under-pressure posture reappearing. Normal. Except- Imperceptible to anyone but me, a simple glimmer in Glimmer's eyes. She has an idea.
He pauses, probably ran out-of-breath, and It gives me time to enact my plan. "Excuse me, sir, but I think I know who among has the authority and, ahem, tact, to answer all of your questions. Sir." He looks at me, and eeeew, he looks all sweaty and red and out-of-breath. He gets a malicuos glint in his eyes, and starts smiling, putting his pointy yellow teeth on proud display. Creeper much? He revolts me, but I do what I do best keep my face as blank and stoic as he says "Well by all means, darling of District One, inform me who you have in mind." And now, now let my face break into a grin, but there migh be some malice in mine too as I say the name on which I built my plan on. "Adelfa."
My pleased half smile all but drops off my face as he turns to focus me. If Glimmer, who's practically the queen of excellent, drop of the hat plans, decided to hand me the wheel, so to speak, I need to take this seriously. Or, halfway seriously. I widen my eyes in the angelic, stupid, innocent look the Capitol apparently associates with small D.11 girls, and twirl a piece of my hair around my finger. "Me? Well, if you guys really think I'm the best for the job…?" I look around, making sure to keep my dumb, happy girl look on. Obviously, Pisces and Nixie trust Glimmer's plans same as I do, and know it's all for show. They nod. "Well, then I better start from the beginning. Girls, feel free to interrupt if you need to…"