Versus: Flee

by Bookworm.Purple

Through the blinding sunlight, I run. Towards the light that shines brightest. None of their weapons can stop me now. I fall through the light. A small electric shock runs through me. I stare up at the cerulean blue and think, I made it. I finnaly made it. And I close my eyes. Rated T for . . . just in case? -Capitol Approved- Warning: May be slight added Randomness.

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY! I FINNALY GOT TO A HUNGER GAMES FIC! REJOICE WITH ME! *Dances around room* Now, I can stop felling' guilty!

Heck Yea!

Warning!: If you don't want to read any Hunger Games + Epic Randomness. DON'T READ. (Only minor Randomness. I wont ruin the atmostphere.

Hopefully.)

NOW, ON WITH THE STORY!

Disclaimer: I do not own Hunger Games or any of the epic shiz in it. Suzane Collins rules Panem. All I get is some OCs.

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BLAINE

The crowd watched the podium with blank, white eyes. I didn't dare move. The snow drifts were piling up around me, but to me it was as warm as a fire.

Suddenly, resonating, loud footsteps came out from the left. Our president, President Frost, walks up to the podium. A chilling wind sweeps up a name from the bowl.

It lands in Frost's open hand. My breath catches in my throat. Please, Please don't let it be me, I whisper in my mind.

Then, in a scaly, slithery voice, Frost announces:

"Blaine Versus. . ."

My eyes widen. The crowd turns and looks at me. They start crowding in.

Crowding in to get a look at the tribute.

Soon I can't breathe. They shuffle forward. Closer. Getting claustrophobic. . . . Closer. Need air.

Closer. . .

A thwack hits my head.

I shoot up, my red hair flying everywhere. "Oof!"

Glaring down at me is Mrs. Aeran.

"Um," I look around, all the other students eyes are on me, "sorry?"

She just gives me her usual cold look. "Detention."

I thump my head on the table in defeat.

Mrs. Aeran walks back up to the board. "As I was saying, the production of power here in District 5 is important because the Capitol depends on it to suit their daily

needs. . ."

I stare blankly into space, not bothering to listen to the teachers rambling.

I'd been having that haunting dream for over a month now. Most of the other kids seemed fine, but I could tell they were dreading the day of the reaping. It was only

days.

My friend Xena studied me worriedly. Her fake blue eyes were startling. She always wasted her money on the latest contacts. "Hey," she whispered, "meet me at

lunch."

I just nodded and sketched a flower on the cover of my notepad.

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"Ugh. I hate this stuff." Xena pointed to a glop of who-knows-what on her plate.

"I wish they'd give us more than mystery meat." I sighed.

I stirred the goop with my fork, not listening.

"You're doing it again."

"What?"

"Zoning out. You've been doing that a lot lately."

"Can you blame me?" I rubbed my sleepless green-blue eyes. "The reaping-"

Xena covered my mouth harshly. "Do not say it!"

I smacked her hand away. "Why? Why is the whole of District 5 scared of that one word?"

She looked around. "I don't know."

"Whatever."

I disposed of the glop, and headed to the door.