So, I recently realised that there were 24 contestant in the first generation of Total Drama, and 24 tributes in the Hunger games, so I though a fic based on the two could be fun :)

While based on the Hunger Games, this is a completely alternate universe, so even if they share themes and ideas, none of the characters or events in the Hunger Games will be mentioned.

Also, some parts may be slightly different to the book, due to me changing it for story purposes or not remembering how things actually happened in the books :)

And although this is Courtney/ Duncan fic, others will feature a lot.

Finally, I own nothing and all characters belong to Total Drama Island, and plot to The Hunger Games.

I had been preparing for this moment my whole life. Every day, spent tirelessly and relentlessly training, working, building towards this .

I was surrounded by others, some slightly older, some slightly younger. This was pointless really, we all knew what was going to happen.

I looked over to Justin, standing by the edges, standing upright and strong. He stared straight ahead, gritting his teeth. He had a grimace, a darkness surrounding him. I recognised it. I had seen it with other tributes, an impalpable, yet very real, aura of...

I couldn't quite put into words what it was. But it was defiantly there.

I wondered if the same darkness was around me, but I reassured myself it wasn't. Unlike the others, I was eager. Determined. This was my purpose in life.

I realised the lady at the front, the one who picked names, was heading towards the bowl. I needed to go early to avoid any confusion. This was it.

" I volunteer as tribute!" I stepped out of the line, my hand raised firmly in the air. There was no uproar or shock in the crowd. It had been well known me and Justin would be going in, and no one wanted to challenge us.

" I also volunteer." Justin stepped out next to me. His voice was less bold, less certain than mine. I wondered if anyone else had noticed, or whether only I had picked it up.

"Well, come up here than!" the woman on the stage announced.

We made our way up, our steps in unison. We stood on either side of the woman, before doing the traditional handshake. I looked into his eyes, but they were blank. Like he had practiced trying not to show emotion with them. Yet I could see the slightest hint of fear in the. He had tried to mask it but once I knew it was there, it shone through.

He was not like me. I had always known it. It should of given me some encouragement, knowing he was weaker than he looked to everyone else, that I had a secret advantage, knowing that deep inside, he was vulnerable and scared.

Instead I felt pity raising inside me, the worst crime a career could commit. I bit down on the feeling, pushing it back in, refusing to truly accept it. Justin would have to pull himself together to help me. That was, until it came down to the two of us. Then he could give up. But only then.

Because I was going to win. It was destiny. It was fate. I am Courtney Tonnerre. Strong, smart and brave.

I was going to be the winner of the Hunger Games, and nothing was going to get in my way.