Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger Games, President Snow, Panem, an arena, an athletic body, braids or anything else that Suzanne Collins does own within her books.
When we are trained, they talk about me. I know it. My trainer gloats about me, as he has a right to. I am, by all means, lethal. Very much so. But just being able to kill isn't enough. Physically, more than half of us are capable. Growing muscle is something any idiot can do. I've battled boys twice as big as me and I still won. No, you need brains, too. But being smart isn't enough either. You've got to be able to cope. You can't break down in the middle of the arena. I can cope. I am smart. I am strong -for my size. I can be a victor.
When I was 4, my mother cut a smiley into my arm and quickly gave me a sweet. She poured salt into the wound and gave me chocolate cake. "To remind you each day of the pain as a good feeling." She said. "Nothing bad or sad about it, okay?"
From that day on someone did something similar to me each day; inflict pain and give me something nice. It was to make me associate pain with pleasure, they later explained to me.
When I was 6 and we had our first day at school, a tv-screen stood in class. After a quick, curt introduction, the lights went out and the tv turned on. A video of the... twenty-something Hunger Games was showed, in full detail, showing various gruesome death and mangled children. They had certainly picked the most revolting and nasty Games. They told us we could leave if we wanted to. I didn't, but the girl from my neighbourhood did. After the video was done, they went and took the girl from the hallway. The teacher then cut off her long braid and proceeded to cut up her face. That was when I stood up and said that it was mean, because she screamed and I understood she was not used to pain as I was. When they did not release her I ran and tackled the teacher. Fat lot of good that did, but they were content. They knew I had guts. They were also however disappointed I had shown that kind of emotion, but I was not a machine, I was, at that time, still quite a human being. No one is born an empty killer. Well, except for some. Some people seem like nothingness itself. But these people are not often born.
Enfin, a tribute -and a potential victor- was born and I was pardoned from school to train full-time. My parents were over-joyed. Well, that's what they said, on the outside... it hadn''t seemed to do much for them.
I really hope that one day, I'll be a victor. Being in these Games would be a great honour; for they stand for everything good and fair about the Capitol. Winning the Games would not only bring pride and gifts to my people, but would also be yet another reassurance to the Capitol that district 2 is loyal to them and them alone. I ache to see the supposedly beautiful city, but know I'll have to be patient. My time will come to shine, to colour my hands with red and do what is needed to further restore the Capitol's trust in us.
Helloooo, how did you like it? Do you think I should continue with a Games in which he/she plays? By the way, in my head, it's a she.
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