If It All Went Wrong
Hello, once again to another story. This one was actually something me and my friend made up four years ago. We were a couple of nine-year-olds running around, acting this out. It's obviously evolved a lot since then, but the basic premise is still the same. I don't know how long this story is going to be, but I know that this first chapter is told from the perspective of the character I was…. playing. Also, sorry about the non-Panemy names lol. Hope everybody enjoys the beginning!
Chapter One
The door of the tube slowly slides shut, locking me inside. As the platform starts to rise, my mind starts to race, going through all the events that brought me here.
When I step out of the crowd, raising my shaking fist into the air.
When I wrap my arms around him in the small room of the Justice Building, begging for him to come back alive.
I subconsciously shove my hand into the pocket of the brand-new cargo pants, clutching the piece of paper, my District token, that's been folded, unfolded and poured over so many times that the words on it aren't even legible anymore. Good thing I've memorized it long ago.
The platform stops rising with a sudden jolt and I get a good luck at the arena for the year.
The world here is a tundra, snow covers every surface imaginable. It's freezing here and I wish I had a jacket instead of this lousy fitted T-shirt all of my other fellow tributes are wearing. Well, it's not like they're going to let all of their entertainment freeze to death.
My next target to examine is the supplies piled in and around the Cornucopia.
Sure enough, a few yards from every tribute sits a sleek black warm-looking jacket that I so, badly want to be wearing right now.
I glance around at all the platforms next. Now, since there are only twenty-two tributes instead of twenty-four, they're more evenly spread out, which is helpful.
"Welcome to the 86th Hunger Games!" Claudius Templesmith's voice booms through my ears and I get ready to run. "Let the Games begin!"
The gong sounds and instantly, the arena explodes with movement.
About five of them scoop up the jackets and leave. One confused tribute stumbles around for a few seconds and remembers where she is and leaves without grabbing her only source of warmth at the moment.
The boy from District One lunges forward and snatches three or four of the jackets, directing an evil grin right at me.
I grab the jacket and slip it on while running towards a bag which is hopefully carrying at least a little bit of food.
I've only just strapped the bag on and picked up a thin sword made of a strange metal when the girl from District Seven enters my vision, eyeing my bag.
I point the sword at her threateningly and she backs up…. right into the spear of the boy from District 1.
His wicked grin returns and he pushes the dying girl off the spear and points it directly at me.
Of course, this only happens in about twenty-something seconds. All around us, teenagers are still trying to grab weapons, food and water, battling each other and trying to murder the others.
The District Two girl screams after him, "Leave the girl alone! She's not a threat!"
He scowls but retreats.
I back up, and dodging the District Seven boy, I race off into the cold tundra, my legs and heart pumping as fast as they ever have.
I find a spot at what seems like the edge of the arena with a few trees scattering the area.
It's about half an hour before I hear the cannon shots.
Nine of them. There're still thirteen more players left.
Please let me know what you thought of this chapter.