The Last Hunger Games

by rose013

Katniss and the District 13 council have chosen, there will be one final Hunger Games, using the Capitol's children as the tributes. Luana is one such tribute. Out of the 24 entered in the last Hunger Games only one will survive, and Luana wants to win, but even against the softened Capitol children there is some serious competition. What will she do to survive?

1. The Reaping

The Tributes

Girls

Luana Blau
Alyn Engel
Xanthe Dree
Breena July
Jaunie Good
Isra Fawn
Aira Lee
Amber Ceeley
Caden Smith
Chailyn Dresk
Daisy Speel
Etta Brown

Boys

Bo Key
Dustin Flue
Haru Faust
Troy Ha
Elan Leen
Ryo Hulo
Crevan Henry
Aren Ellis
Derex Tru
Ketan Dixon
Brice Foster
Vian Drew

Chapter One: The Reaping

I finally understood what the other kids went through each year, though I guess for them it was even scarier because some of them had their names in there over 50 times! I couldn't believe that we were having to do exactly what we had watched every year, that we would be seeing people we knew on the screen instead of strangers. That would be so appalling! I'm not going to be chosen, I thought, calming the shivers that were running down my spine, there's got to be at least a hundred names in there, my name is only in there once. I assured my rushing brain. I won't be picked, there's no way. I see a woman with brown braided hair and scars all over walk up on stage with someone else, it's a boy, correction, a man. He has scars too but his hair is a pale sandy blonde and he looks like he doesn't want to be up there doing this. It's good to know that at least someone cares about us. The woman spread her arms out in a welcoming gesture.

"We are here to start the 76th, and final, Hunger Games. We wish you the best of luck, and may the odds be ever, in your favor," ugh, on the receiving end those words dosound rather vulgar. She reaches a hand into a big bowl at her side and pulls out the first of twelve papers. "The first woman tribute will be..." she paused to unfold the paper, and the crowd stilled, tension heavy and uncomfortable. We weren't used to tension, but how could there not be some on this day, there was an unspoken agreement throughout the Capitol people, no one will volunteer this time, even if their sibling is sent off like Katniss' was. There is no volunteering.

"Xanthe Dree, next Breena July, Jaunie Good, Isra Fawn, Aira Lee, Amber Ceeley, Caden Smith, Chailyn Dresk, Daisy Speel, Etta Brown, Alyn Engel, and finally," she paused, the crowd murmured, the sound filling the air. "Luana Blau" I stood there, rooted to the ground. This could not be happening, there must have been a mistake. I couldn't have gotten picked... Could I?

The man on the side reached into his bowl and said in an almost sad voice, "Now for the boys," he too paused to unfold the first paper. "First, Bo Key, next, Dustin Flue, Haru Faust, Troy Ha, Elan Leen, Ryo Hulo, Crevan Henry, Aren Ellis, Derex Tru, Ketan Dixon, Brice Foster, and finally, Vian Drew," I knew none of the boys chosen, they must have lived in a different sector of the Capitol. My mind was still half frozen in shock as the guards swept through the crowd picking up the tributes as they passed through rows. Most were in shock or were just resigned to a certain death now but some were screaming and kicking, trying to escape back to their parents or siblings.

The man and woman were having an argument up on the stage but someone interrupted my line of vision. It was one of the guards.
"Come along," he said, "Do you want to walk or will I have to carry you?" he asked, his voice growing a little softer.

"I-I think I can walk," I murmured, taking a shaky step forwards. He nodded and walked alongside me towards the people on the stage. My eyes widen when I saw who they were, it was Katniss and Peeta. TheKatniss and Peeta. Katniss threw her hands up at something he said and retorted, "We might as well just let them kill us!" Peeta said something in a much quieter voice, glancing over at me.

"Keep moving," said the guard, nudging me with his gun, I stumbled but kept walking forwards until I reached the rest of the group of kids. A lady with a bleak smile said, "You'll each have your own rooms and you will eat in a common room, you will train for three days and receive your scores by the judges. Then the Hunger Games will begin. This will happen over a four day time period, use your time well." she waved a hand towards the hotel that we were supposedly sleeping at, it was the same place that the original contestants had stayed in.

We entered the building, it still had all of its elegant flair, like all buildings in the Capitol did, we only wanted the best. But now, walking in as a tribute, I could barely even think that word, it was terrifying, what if I died?

I guess that was the point that they were trying to make though, this is what you did to us for 75 years, for one year, you will feel our pain. It made sense, we had killed 1,724 kids in those years, what they were doing, it was way less barbaric. They wanted revenge, but they didn't really want to kill us, at least, I don't think all of them did.

All I want to do at this moment is go home, feel the relief that I wasn't chosen after all, I was just another kid in the world. But I would never be just another normal kid ever again, I'm not sure I was to start with. When we got on the elevator the boys started getting off in groups of two.
Oh yeah, they didn't set this building up for tributes all from one place. This was for 12 districts. When the boys were all off the girls started spilling off, I stepped off on level 10 with a girl that had black hair and neon green eyes (yes, neon). Her lips were a bright bright pink and skin the color of a faded wicker chair. It put into relief how I must look in comparison to the rest of them.

Sure, my bright red hair with strands of orange and gold looked pretty, but it was all natural. My deep blue eyes? Natural. My tall slim figure? Natural. All my friends neon assets and body "accessories", faces that looked overly pretty or like animals? Sooooo not natural.
The level that we were on was beautiful, with bright colors and cutting edge furniture and appliances. How did all of this manage to stay intact during the war?I wondered, I ran my fingers over the beautiful counters and table. It had been awhile since I'd seen anything this close to beauty.
I yawned and headed for my bedroom, something told me that tomorrow was not going to be pleasant. As soon as I lay down on the bed I was a goner, I don't think I would have heard an atomic bomb if it had exploded in the building next to us.