A/N: This is my first fan fiction and I'm hoping I lived up to the writing of the great Suzanne Collins herself! So please review!
DISCLAIMER:
Me: Hi Rue!
Rue: Um how can you talk to me? I'm dead right?
Me: That doesn't really matter right now; what matters is the question I'm going to ask you right now...
Rue: Yea..?
Me: Can you let me own you and the rest of the hunger games characters?
Rue *sighs* I'm sorry, but I have a contract with Suzanne Collins alone, and I prefer working with her.
Me: But you're dead!
Rue: This conversation is over! I have to go help God with something... Bye!
Me: But..! *sighs*
So sadly, I don't own the Hunger Games series.
I walked out of my house, more like a mansion, but my grandmother preferred to call it a house. We'd been living here since the time I'd been mauled in the 89th Hunger Games at the age of twelve.
The mauling, attempted by the vicious mutts, was the reason why almost half my body had been cut out. Since I was the only one alive after the mauling was over, I was declared winner and I got turned into a Cyborg.
Only one half of my face (not including my mouth and nose) and half of the upper part of my body had been turned artificial to let me live through it, and I had to get a new one every year, because i grew up really fast. So, I rarely got out of my house, because that would result in half of the kids in town screaming bloody murder and running to their parents and saying that they'd just seen a monster.
But today was a really important day, for all the victors of the Capitol Hunger Games were going to meet the victors of the District Hunger Games. This happened only on the Decade Quells, and this was my first one.
I walked towards the only grocery store left in the entire north capitol. Since there was only one capitol and it was huge, the president decided to divide it into North, South, East, West, South East and South West sectors. We had also become less on money since we were not really doing any jobs.
I walked in to find Mr. Newman handing a small boy some candy. The boy looked up at me and with a small squeak, quickly got out of the shop.
"They still get scared of you Blaze, don't they?" Mr. Newman said eyeing me, with pity written all over his face. He was one of the few people who knew that just because I had won the Hunger Games, and had enough money didn't mean I was happy.
I shrugged, and said, "Give me the usual, and some extra high running batteries if you have them, my sensors are getting a bit weak."
"Of course, wouldn't want you to miss the big Annual Meet, now would we?" he said with a smile. He quickly handed me some food, and around twelve packets of batteries.
I gave him a weak smile and a quick "Thanks," and headed out of the grocery store. Sadly for me there was quite a crowd surrounding the store. I would definitely make some people scream bloody murder, but I soon noticed what had grabbed their full attention.
There was a small poster on the board where the peacekeepers always kept rules and stuff on. People barely noticed stuff that were put on it, because it always seemed to be some nonsense about not stealing anything from anywhere or something; but this was definitely not what I was expecting.
Apparently the great Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark were going to be attending the Meet as well, but the surprising part was that they were going to bring their children.
Their names made my blood boil, or at least the part of me that was still filled with blood; because they were the two people because of whom my parents will never come back.
A/N: So what do you think? Good? Bad? Ok? Please review!