A/N: Wasn't Catching fire just like the best movie ever! And isn't Josh Hutcherson completely gorgeous! Oh and don't get me started on Finnick Odair ... (Back to reality). I'm kind of taking a break from the vampire world now and onto a little less 'fairytalelictic' but I will occasionally have writers block and move onto my other stories.
This is my take of The Hunger games. It's my first time ever to write something even close to Hunger Games so please bear with me. I'm not planning on ruining the great work of Suzanne Collins by all means; I'm just expressing my inner imagination. Things are going to be very similar to her books for the first 5 chapters or so, so if you're like full on against reading this then please don't read this story. This is a crossover between the Twilight saga and the Hunger games trilogy where Renesmee is the new Katniss and she lives in Sector 12 with her mother Mrs. Everwood and her younger sister Violet after her father died during a mine explosion
She is a great hunter and bower and adapts to life. Every Sunday she goes to the forest and hunts with her best friend Nahuel Holworthy
You'll find that I changed some stuff like how District 12 is now changed into Sector and the characters are a little different but everything else is non-sue able.
And you'll also recognize some lines from the Hunger Games books too and I'll try my best to make it in the present tense…
The Twilight Games: Renesmee's Edition
From Treaty to Treason:
In penance for the uprising, each sector shall offer up a male and a female between ages of 12 and 18 at a public 'Reaping'
These tributes shall be delivered to the custody of The Capitol.
And then transferred to a public arena where they will fight to the Death, until a lone conqueror victor remains
Henceforth and forevermore this pageant shall be known as the 'The Hunger Games'
Chapter one
Reaping day
I was awoken by the sudden scream and cry of my younger sister Violet. I take she was woken up from a terrible nightmare only known on the most terrible day. I didn't blame her one bit. Today was the day of the reaping here in the Northern part of Canada in Sector 12 in Panem. This happens every year where each sector has to offer up two tributes to fight in the depths and rein conqueror in the Hunger Games…oh so it says in the video footages
I prop myself with one elbow. I can see enough with the little light there is in my sister's bedroom. I've always had good vision since I was a child and it's been useful since I always go out. I see my little sister, Lettie, curled up on her side using her legs and arms to cocoon herself as she clutches her little stuffed bunny in her arms tightly. Lettie's face is a bright and fresh as the river that flows through the stream, as lovely as the violets that blossomed of which she was named after.
Sitting at her legs, in a protective stance, is the world's most revolting dog. Flat wet nose, half of one ear missing the other almost deflated, eyes the color of black punch. Lettie named him Bubbles (like that's a suitable name for this beast), insisting that his green rough fur matched the ever so green forest. Yeah right. It hates me for no apparent reason, like I care you know. I think he may have still remembers me almost dropping him off a cliff when Lettie brought him home. Scrawny pup, belly swollen with drumsticks, crawling with bugs, ugh makes me sick. The last thing I needed was another mouth to feed. But knowing how much my sister loved that ragged thing I had to let him stay only for her benefit. It kind of turned out okay. He is useful for catching rodents that roamed.
Sometimes when I clean a kill, I also sometimes leave him the leftovers. That has made him stop growling at me.
Leftovers, No growling, the two important commandments, and the closet we will ever come to adoration and love.
I move my way into Lettie's room and wrap my arms immediately around her to ease her hyperventilating.
"Shh, it's okay Lettie, it was just a dream…it was just a dream" I shush her as I stroke her long light brown hair and her breathing slowed on my chest.
"It was so real" She cries out and I just continue to shush her.
"I know little goose, I know" I assure her. "Everything will be okay, why don't you go back to bed?" I insist and she nods at me as she fell back on her soft pillow still clutching her stuffed bunny
"May you sing to me?" She asks sweetly as her beautiful chocolate brown eyes bore into mine. I smile back
"These dreams under pillow, in the twilight of these white lights, these dreams under my pillow, in bright lights of these white nights…" I sing almost gracefully to her. She grins back in satisfaction as her eyes begin to swiftly close. "I love you little goose" I say to her.
"I love you too" She answers back as she drifts off to unconsciousness…
I swing my legs off the bed and slide into my hunting boots. Supple leather that has molded to my feet, I also full on trousers, a shirt, tuck my long dark ringlet braid up in a ponytail and grab my forage bag. On the counter under the wooden bowl to protect it from hungry cats alike, sits a perfect little lamb cheese wrapped in basil leaves, Lettie's gift to me on reaping day. I put the cheese carefully in my pocket as I slip outside
Our part of Sector 12, nicknamed the Mote, is usually crawling with gold and coal miners and adventure seekers heading out to the morning shift at this hour. Men and women hunched shoulders, swollen knuckles, many who have long since stopped trying to scrub the coal dust out of their broken nails, the lines of their sunken face. I know sounds repulsive right? But today the grey cinder streets are empty.
I bet everyone was probably freaking out over the whole reaping day but it's only until 2:15 so I guess you could sleep on it.
Our house is almost at the corner edge of the Mote. I only have to pass a few gates to reach the scruffy field called the Meadow. Separating the meadow from the woods, in fact enclosing all of Sector 12, is a high chain-link fence topped with barbed wire loops. In solution, it's supposed to be electrified 24 hours per day as a deterrent to the predators that lived in the remarkable woods. It's actually forbidden to step foot there but I myself was never the one to follow that many rules that I can't attain to. I sigh as I try to tune in the humming that meant the fence is always alive. But now it was dead silent. Concealed by clumps of bushes, I flatten my stomach and slide gracefully under the two-foot stretch that's been loose for years
As soon as I'm in the trees, I get a crossbow and sheath of titanium arrows from a hollow log. I use to always go here since I was 11 years old after my father died, I came here to unwind my inner thoughts, and this place always makes me calm and collected. I occasionally have bad dreams where I always wake up and I always find myself screaming for him to run so I guess this place is sort of my safe haven.
I slide the arrow in the bow and I use my usual line whenever I hunt here where the flesh-eaters roam "Sector 12. Where you can starve to death in safety" and I'd always glance over my shoulder for safety purposes. You never know who's out there
The things I always said about Sector 12 scared my mother half to death so to speak, the things I will just blurt out about it, about the people who rule our country, Panem, from the far city Capitol. Where the richest people lived so to say…
In the woods waits the only person with whom I can be myself with, Nahuel. I can feel the muscles in my face relaxing, my pace speeding as I climb the hills to our place, a rock ledge overlooking a valley. A thicket of berry bushes protects it from unwanted eyes. I decided since I was a little early that I'd begin my hunt
When I caught the sight of a mountain deer grazing on the grass I thought that this was my chance. I lightly took steps on the leave infested grass as I creep like a silent mouse. When I stand on the perfect mark I aim my crossbow and look through the bullsye.
"What are you going to do that when you kill it?" I hear someone echo from the far side which caused the roamers and the deer to vanquish immediately as he scared them off. I turn to glare at the man with my crossbow at aim.
"Damn you Nahuel!" I seethe and he just laughs as he approached me. "It's interesting to see you finding this amusing" I groan.
"Hey Nespit" He says to me. My real name is Renesmee, but when I first introduced myself to him, I croaked it out as I choked with a bread I inherited and I spit it out.
So he thought I said Renespit and then he thought it was a mouthful so he began calling me Nespit. Ironic wasn't it? So I guess it was the official nickname for me.
"What were you going to do with a hundred pound deer in the woods?" says Nahuel as hands me the arrow that I shot. I take it playfully harsh from his hands
"I was going to sell it to the peacemakers" I mutter
"What?" He asks rhetorically.
"Oh so you don't sell the peacemakers?" I ask raising my eyebrow. He just shakes his head.
"No, not today," He answers and I roll my eyes. "It's reaping day remember, the place is crawling with peacemakers" He smiles. To be honest, ever since I met Nahuel he wasn't really bad company to keep.
"Right…" I say sarcastically. He smirks at me
"Think fast" says Nahuel as he throws a rock up in trees. I knew his game and I fire at the direction of the rock and caught a bird. We both giggle knowingly but were pulled away by a loud racing sound and the wind blowing wildly as our meadow begins to darken. We look up to see the huge airplane jet thingy the peacemakers fly in and if they catch us, who knew what they'd do so Nahuel and I thought fast and ran into hiding
We reach up to a huge rock on the very far side of the forest where we were sure nobody would find us.
"Look what I shot" Nahuel holds up a loaf of bread with an arrow stuck in it and I gasp.
"Is this real?" I ask as I take it in my hands, pull out the arrow and hold the puncture in the crust to my nose inhaling the fragrance that made me drool with saliva. It was real bakery bread not the flat, fine bread like this is for special occasions. Or in this case… "Mm…it's still warm" I say with delight.
"It better be it cost me just a squirrel can you believe it. Think the old man is feeling sentimental this morning," says Nahuel. "Even sent forth his prayers and gave me luck"
"Don't we all feel a little closer today huh?" I say, not even bothering to roll my eyes. "Oh I forgot" I suddenly exclaim. "Lettie left us cheese" I laugh as I pull it out.
His facial brightens like Christmas morning at the treat. "Bless you Lettie. We'll definitely have a real feast". Momentarily he falls into a Capitol accent as he mimics Effie Trinket, the maniacally upbeat crazy woman who arrives once a year to read out the names at the reaping. "Happy Hunger Games" He says as she plucks a few strawberries behind us and takes a chunk out of his bread. "And may the odds –" He tosses in a high arc toward me.
I catch it in my mouth effortlessly and break the soft leaf on top with my teeth. The sweet juices explodes across my tongue "– be ever in your favor" I finish. We always joke about this because the mood is being scared out of your wits. Besides, the Capitol accent is so catchy, almost everything sounds funny in it.
I watch as Nahuel pulls out his knife and slices the bread. He could be my brother physically because he had curly bronze hair, pale-olive skinned; we even shared the same green eyes. But ironically, we're not related or not as closely. Most of the families who work the mines resemble at least one of each other.
That's why my mother and Lettie, with their light brown hair and brown eyes, always look out of place. They are kind of. My mother's parents' were part of a small archery merchant class that caters to officials, Peacemakers, and the occasional Mote customer. They ran a recovery center at the remote nicer parts of Sector 12. Not everyone can afford highly trained doctors so our recoveries are our healers
I think that's where they're relationship really began I guess, for her to leave her home for the Mote was real bravery. Like I cared you know…
"We could do it you know," Nahuel simply says quietly.
"What?" I ask.
"Take off, leave the Sector. Live in the woods. You and I, we could do it," he says honestly.
I couldn't respond to such a preposterous idea which just made it perfect.
"But the problem is our kids," He adds quickly.
We refer to our siblings as our kids even though they're not really. But they might as well be because we practically helped raise them. Nahuel has two little brothers and sister named Leon, Gato and Hiena. They were the sweetest; they were all named after wild cats and it's the meaning of Nahuel's name which is in Spanish. Just like how Violet and I were. Renesmee was an unusual flower found in the remote corners of the world, it's blue like the ocean with brown leaves that spread widely.
"Lettie in the woods" I say like it was obvious. He chuckles
"Probably not" He whispers.
"I'm never having kids" I say
"I might. If I didn't live here," says Nahuel
"You do live here" I say, annoyed.
"I know but if I didn't" He snaps back. "Forget it"
The conversation was wrong on so many levels of wrongness. Leave? I can't leave, how could I leave Lettie, who is by far the only person in the world I loved deeply? How about Nahuel, the man who's always devoted to his family? We can't
Leave so why bother mentioning it? And even if we did…ugh…where did the stuff about kids even come from? It wasn't like we had romantic feelings for each other. I was 12 and skinny when I met the fourteen year old Nahuel. Although he was two years older, he still resembled as a man. It took quite a long time for us to even consider being friends, to stop haggling over every trade and start helping each other.
And besides, having kids wouldn't be a problem for him what so ever. He wouldn't have trouble finding a wife. He's handsome looking, he's strong enough to with stand the work in the mines, and he can hunt. There in the flesh!
Girls at school always whisper about him when he walks by about how much they wanted him. I sometimes get a pinch of jealously but not for the reason people would think. I won't have a hunting buddy anymore and those are hard to find in the times we live in.
"What do you wanna do?" I ask. We could hunt, mark, fish or gather?
"How about we fish in the lake and probably play a little match of mark. We could leave out poles and gather in the forest, get something nice for tonight" he suggests. I smile, great minds think alike
Ah Tonight. After the reaping, everyone is supposed to celebrate. And a lot of people do, out of relief that their children been spared for another year. But sadly two families have to mourn
On our way home, we swing by the Harbor, the black market that operates in an abandoned warehouse that once held coal. The business was created to transport the coal and fish directly from the mines to the trains, the Harbor gradually took place. Given the name, it's totally different from what you expect. We usually trade six of fish we fish for bread, the other two for salt. Greasy Sue, the bony old woman who sells bowls of hot soup from a large kettle, takes half the greens off our hands in exchange for a couple of chunks of paraffin. She was a saint really
Greasy Sue was originally from Sector 5 but then something happened when a friction happened with her family and caused her to move away after her husband, Harry, died almost 15 years ago. Her name is Sue Clearwater. I think that's partially the reason why she's almost mental…almost
Nahuel and I walk in the direction to Madge's house, the mayors' daughter. She's in my year of school, and a dear friend of mine since preschool. I know what you thinking that being the mayor's daughter meant she was snobbish and thought she was all that, but in reality she kept to herself. I guess she was like me in that way since neither of us was in a clique like all the fake girls at school. The coincidence was we always ended up together, during lunch and even the gym, ironic isn't it. But we hardly talk which was just perfect
"So how many times has your name been in the ballet?" I ask as we strode on the grey ground.
"Like forty-two in counting" Nahuel says. "I guess the odds aren't entirely in my favor" he laughs non-humorously.
"I'm sorry" I simply say. And he just shakes me off. "If I end up in the Capitol I guess I'll have to settle in a pretty dress"
"You will never go to the Capitol" he says coolly in a matter-of-factly.
"We'll see" I whisper low enough for him not to hear. We reach Madge's front door when Nahuel groans
"Shoot, I promised my mom I'd help her with preparing my brothers and sisters for the reaping at one…sorry I have to leave" he dismisses.
"Oh you have to leave already?" I ask with a light pout.
"Yeah but I have to great Madge first, wouldn't be gentlemanly like of me if I didn't" he jokes and I suppress an eye roll because frankly, I've been doing that a lot lately. Madge opens her door standing in an expensive white dress in all its glory and her blond hair is done up with a red ribbon. 'Reaping Clothes'
"Beautiful dress" Nahuel says.
Madge stares at him carefully, trying to see any heap or speck of sarcasm or if his genuinely giving a compliment. It was a beautiful dress after all but I wouldn't see her as wearing it occasionally. "Anyway, I have to go, I'll come to you right after" Nahuel assures me and gives me a quick side hug before taking off.
"How did you become friends with that guy again?" Madge asks out of the blue. Madge and Nahuel don't particularly hate each other they just have a tough time growing their relationship. Madge and I begin walking when I caught the sight of a shiny treasure
"Hey what's this?" I ask as I pick it up from the ground. It appeared as a pin with a weird bird.
"Oh that's the humming crest bird pin, it's actually supposed to be a lucky charm value to people but I guess it hasn't set forth it" she says sadly clearly meaning how many lives lost during the Games. The annual Hunger Games originally began in the United States for over 77 years ago then it ended and it spread across the world. Canada is the second target so to say. "Kind of ironic right?" she laughs.
I stare at the beautiful majestic pin. It is pure silver, and has an image of a bird with a sort of crown on its head but caged with lots of wire look alike. It is certainly beautiful
"Maybe it'll be put to use" I simply say and we continued the remainder of the hour just enjoying each other's company.
At home I find my mother and sister fully prepared. My mom wears a breeze dress from her recovery days. Lettie in my first reaping outfit at age 12, a skirt and a pale pink ruffled blouse with her hair in two buns on each ends with two small ribbons.
"Oh Lettie you look amazing" I exclaim pulling her in a hug.
"Why don't you also get ready?" My mother suggests and I immediately pause but regained my composure and smile up at Lettie
I go to my room to see a tub filled of water and I knew it was for me. I begin scrubbing my body clean from all the dirt inherited in the forest today and all the perspire I released. After my bath, I move to my room to see a lovely dress laying on the bed for me. I remember because my mom wore it once.
"I think it's time for a little salon session don't we?" she says sweetly but it doesn't faze me at all. It's not that my mom is a bad person but after my dad died, she's been distant from mine and Lettie's childhood so I'm just returning the favor. I let her dry my long bronze wet hair and braid it up leaving strands loose. She smiles at me as her brown eyes stare proudly at me through the mirror.
"You look amazing Renesmee, nobody's more beautiful than you" says Lettie who hushed her voice.
"No beauty can define you" I say as I pull her in a tight embrace. I couldn't imagine the feeling she's having now but I knew it was terrible because I was in her shoes once or twice or three times…
I know she's just worried about her and me and how badly I want to take that worry away but it's not in my hands on this perilous day. But my shield will always be with her
"One egg" I say
"Baby gosling" she finishes and we bought giggle. This was our signature goodnight but since we didn't know the outcome of today, we will just say it during noon.
I sigh after we had lunch. We begin walking through the Mote filled with people lining up for the reaping. I've been through this for the past four years and I got less nervous all the time, but now that I have Lettie with me, it adds tons and tons of pressure on me. I can't lie convincingly even to myself that everything will be okay at the end of this all but there's always that heap of hope right?
People, teenagers all around file in silently and sign in. The Capitol is very cunning when they want to be (which is all the time). They always have a time to keep tabs on the population growth or depopulation of the different Sectors. We discount Sector 13 because it's deprived I guess.
I stand where all the other sixteen year olds stood in the fourth row whilst the 12 year olds like Lettie stood in the far front. I looked around to see for Nahuel and see him standing on the male section behind the 17 year olds. He catches my gaze and smiles at me.
The annual hunger games tour was created by a previous president I'm not too sure of and I sometimes curse at him for making it a universal thing, I mean it was like he actually wanted people to die.
The trick of the Hunger games is they offer two people, male and female to fight in the depths in punishment of the uprising. Called tributes or honor and whoever is the reigning conqueror wins the hunger games and is automatically eligible to live in Conqueror's village but is complied to enter the next year's games so either way we're all toast. The twenty-four tributes or honorees will be fighting for their lives in an arena in honor of their Sectors.
All the honorable people attend the reaping. The mayor of our Sector introduces and then reads the unknown list of past Sector 12 victors. Since it's the first of three years, there was hardly any victors who were willing to attend this event because as they quoted 'To many bad memories' so the victor of America Haymitch Abernathy, a paunchy, certainly looking in his mid fifties who had hollering something lacking in intelligence. He was drunk and we all heard of his moments from sources. We all knew the people he mentored in who miraculously won the hunger games, Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark almost four years ago. They were both an inspiration to all and how they found love during the games was just romantic…
Effie Trinket then finally steps on the stand all dressed up in typical Capitol clothing and too much makeup for her own good, I mean we can already see her wrinkles showing why hid them, and don't get me started on that blue wig of hers. I shudder at the sight as she taps the microphone twice in testing…
"Welcome, welcome, welcome you all…Happy hunger Games and, May the odds be ever in your favor" she says joyfully. I scoff lowly as the crowd went silent. Happy hunger Games alright. I turn to Nahuel who mouths something to me in the works of 'Before we begin' and I laugh. "Before we begin, we've got a special footage brought to you from the Capitol" Effie says motioning to the big screen.
After watching the awful footage she begins with the ceremony.
"As always, ladies first" she says as she walks up to the ballet box and took the paper. I never really got that system, I mean, you vote for your favorite and you cry when they get killed! Who says vote for them in the first place? Makes me sick…
But I need to be more civilized and more serious. This sudden change made me extremely nervous as I fiddle with the tip of my dress. Please don't let it be me, please don't let it be me…
But I was completely shattered when Effie Trinket crosses back to the podium smoothes the slip of the paper and reads out the name. This was worse than I expected. It wasn't me
"Violet Everwood" Effie calls out to the crowd and my heart sunk.
A/N: What did you guys think? I know it's started off kind of whoopee and all but I certainly assure you that the next chapters will be different I promise you :) Please review and tell me what you thought of it?