The Big Time Hunger Games: Chapter 1
It's the year 2300 and the continent of North America has been taken over and is completely controlled by the government in the Capitol. Ever since the people tried to overrule the rulers in the Capitol, the continent has been divided into twelve districts. Every year, the Capitol forces each district to choose one male to compete in an event called The Hunger Games. The government does this as punishment and to show that no one can ever overtake the government again. The Games are broadcast for everyone in every district to watch. And the worst part about the games? Only one person can come out alive.
May the odds be ever in your favor.
Kendall Knight was a sixteen-year-old male that lived in District 2. He had grown up making weapons and knew how to use each one exceptionally well. Every day, he would go out and practice using these weapons on whatever he could find. Basically, if he were to somehow end up in the games this year, he would have a great chance of winning.
This mostly came from his want to be able to come back home to protect his mom and sister Katie: the two people with whom he lived. His dad had been killed a few years ago in a horrible accident, leaving just the three of them. Kendall was immediately put in charge of his family, taking care of his mother and his now ten-year-old sister.
When the day of the reaping came around that year, Kendall lined up with all of the other sixteen-year-old boys and waited. His mother and sister waited in the back with everyone else, anxious about who would get sent to the games this year.
The representative on the stage pulled a slip of paper out of the bowl. "And this year's tribute is..." She paused for dramatic effect. "Kendall Knight."
Kendall showed no emotion as he walked toward the stage. Behind him, his mother and sister had started crying, worried about what would happen to him in the end. Of course now, it was all up to him.
As the guards come to take Kendall to the room where he would have an hour for his goodbyes, the reality of what is happening starts to really hit him. And it frightens him a bit.
A few minutes after he has been put in the secret room, his mom and Katie walk in. When they see him, they run straight to him and he stands up to grab them in a hug. They stand there for a few minutes, hugging each other, trying not to cry and trying to be strong.
Eventually, Kendall pulls away. "I'm coming back Mom." Kendall says with determination as he looks at his mom. "Whatever it takes, I'm going to win. I'm not leaving you and Katie for good."
"Kendall…" his mom starts, but Kendall cuts her off.
"No mom, you can't think that way. You have to think positively or I have no hope of winning this." He said, hoping she would understand.
"Ok." Ms. Knight said as she gave Kendall another hug.
Then Kendall turned toward Katie. She ran into his arms and he picked her up. "Kates, be strong for me while I'm gone. Take care of mom. And whatever you do, whatever you see happening during the Games, never ever give up hope."
Katie nodded as a tear slid down her cheek. "Please come back Kendall." She said as she buried her head in his neck.
"I will Katie. I will."
Then, the guard came in to tell Kendall that it was time for him to leave. Kendall gave one last long hug to his mom and sister before he left to get on the train to go to the Capitol.
James Diamond was sixteen-years-old and lived in District 1. He had spent his whole life training to be a tribute in the Hunger Games…and this was his year to compete. Lately, he had been working twice as hard to have expert knowledge on weapons, survival skills, and anything else that might be helpful in the Games. He was determined to make it back home to his family.
James lived with just his mother and father. He had no siblings, so if he didn't make it back, it just left his parents on their own. But it wasn't like they were around that much anyway, so if he didn't live through the Games, it probably would not be too hard on his parents to get over. In fact, they might even find it nice to not have to take care of James.
It was the day of the reaping in District 1, and all of the eligible young men were lined up in the center of the district, waiting for the decision to be made. Even if James wasn't chosen, he would volunteer to go in for whoever was picked. It wasn't unusual for a volunteer, as they were always training someone specific to be entered. Technically, they weren't allowed to train beforehand, but no one ever stopped it even though they knew it was happening.
"And the tribute from District One in this year's Games is… Charlie Gumdrop." The crowd remained silent as the thirteen-year-old started to walk forward.
"Wait! I volunteer!" James called as he stepped forward, taking Charlie's place. As James walked up toward the front, the guards grabbed him and let go of Charlie. One could see the look of gratefulness that Charlie had toward James for not making him compete in the games.
A little while later, James found himself in the empty room waiting for his goodbyes. He waited and waited, and eventually he thought that no one was going to come, not even his parents.
But finally, they showed up. They walked in the door and over to where James had been sitting.
"James. Good luck in there." James' dad told him as he gave James a slap on the back. "You've been training for this for years and you know what you need to do."
"Thanks dad. I'll do my best. And I'll see you in a few weeks." He said and then turned to his mom. "And mom, I promise I'll be back." He said. She nodded as she gave James a hug. Unfortunately, they had waited too long to come talk to James and their time was already up.
They waved goodbye as James was led to the train that would take him to the Capitol.
Sixteen-year-old Carlos Garcia was sitting in his house, playing with his younger brother and sister. His mother was making dinner and his father was off working. They all lived in District eight, where the specialty is textiles. So far, Carlos had not had to work, his only responsibilities being going to school and various chores that his mother had him do around the house. If he were to somehow end up getting picked for the games this year, he would have a real challenge ahead of him if he wanted to make it out alive.
"Children, go get dressed for the reaping." Mrs. Garcia said as she sent her children off to get changed and she went to do the same. Even though no one enjoyed the reaping, everyone wanted to look nice for the event.
A few minutes later, the Garcia family was walking toward the square in the middle of their district. Carlos went up to the front to be with the rest of the young men that could be selected, while the rest of his family waited in the back.
Carlos nervously waited for them to announce who the next tribute from District Eight would be. He knew that if he got picked, the odds would not be in his favor.
"And the tribute from District Eight this year will be…" there was a pause as the announcer picked the name from the bowl that was sitting on the stage. Thankfully, Carlos' little brother was too young to possibly be picked, so Carlos was the only eligible member from their family. Maybe, just maybe he wouldn't get picked. "Carlos Garcia."
Well, all hopes of that were gone. The color drained from his face as he realized what was about to happen. His name had been called. He would have to compete. And he would have to win if he wanted to make it home.
He slowly began to make his way to the front, hoping that maybe someone would volunteer for him; however the odds of that were very unlikely. He made it up on to the stage. He looked out at the crowd and found his family standing there. He could see his younger siblings crying as his parents were trying to comfort them.
A little while later, Carlos was sitting in the room waiting for his goodbyes. His family then walked in to the room. Carlos stood up from where he was sitting as his little siblings ran into his arms. He sat there hugging them for a minute before he pulled them away but still kept a hand on each of them.
"We don't want you to go Carlos." His little sister cried. It took all of Carlos' strength to not start crying right then and there. But he had to stay strong for his family.
"I wish I didn't have to go either, but I don't have a choice. But I will do everything that I can to make it back and see you all again." He said as he let them go and then stood up to hug his parents.
His mother pulled him in for a hug and didn't want to let go, tears streaming down her face. "Be safe Carlos."
"I will mama." He told her. "Don't worry." He let go of her and then turned to his dad.
"Do well, son. I know you will." His dad said as Carlos was pulled into another hug.
"Thanks dad." Carlos said as he pulled away.
The guards walked back in to tell the boy that it was time to leave. Carlos gave one last hug to each of his family members, and then left with the guard to go to the train.
Logan Mitchell lived in District Twelve. The district was in charge of mining the coal and that was it. Logan was sixteen and lived with his mother. His father had died in a tragic coal mining incident a couple of years before. He had no siblings, so it was just him and his mother.
He had been out running errands for his mom. He arrived back home and then went straight to change for the reaping that was about to occur. Logan was a fairly small boy, with little upper body strength. He wasn't really short, but his slim frame made him seem smaller than he actually was. Compared to the other boys his age, he looked like they could take him fairly easily.
Logan and his mother walked toward the center of their district. Logan's mother stayed back in the crowd while Logan had to go stand with the rest of the boys waiting anxiously, none of them wanting their name to be called. District Twelve had not had a winner in over fifty years, and this year was not looking promising either. None of the boys were overly skilled in hunting or survival and none were strong enough to win the Games. They were basically walking into their death.
"The tribute to represent District Twelve in the Games this year will be…" The announcer took a pause as she went to dig out a name from the bowl. "…Logan Mitchell."
Logan's face drained of all the color it had and his heart dropped. He hesitantly stepped forward and tried to muster up enough courage to put on a brave face in front of all the other boys. He hoped for a volunteer, but no one ever volunteered to walk into their doom. He walked up to the stage and stood before his district. The crowd gave him a sympathetic look as the guards took him off stage and to the room where he could say his goodbyes.
A little while later, Logan's mother showed up to say goodbye. She ran to Logan and tackled him in a hug. Tears rolled down her cheeks at the thought of her son not returning to her and this being the last time that she gets to see him.
"Don't cry mom." Logan told his mom as he fought to be strong for her. More so, he didn't want the cameras that were surely watching him to catch him crying.
"I'm sorry sweetie." She said as she held him out at arm's length. She didn't want to say that she was afraid that he wouldn't be backing home, but she knew they were both thinking it.
"I'll go train my best and who knows what will happen from there." Logan said, trying to be positive for his mom. In reality, he knew that the odds of him making it past the first day were low.
"I know you will sweetie. Just go and do your best." She said as she turned and gave him one more hug before the guards came to take him.
They pulled away as the guards drug him away and Logan's mom watched from where she stood. "I love you." She called out after him, but the doors shut before she could hear him say it back.
May the odds be ever in your favor.
Well, here's my new story. I just recently read The Hunger Games books and am obsessed. I wondered what it would be like if the BTR boys were put in The Hunger Games. So I decided to write a story that put them in the story. I hope you like this story! I'm excited about it! I changed some things from the book so that it was not exactly the same thing from the books, so if anything is different it's on purpose.
Thanks a bunch for reading! Review and let me know what you thought? :)
~musicfreak1107