"In remembrance of how many young lives were lost during the Great Rebillions, this year's tributes will be selected from the ages of 8 and 14."
This story is almost entirely a Hunger Games fanfiction, however, there will be a small Lord of The Flies theme later on (it's hard to explain) as well as subtle other crossovers which I haven't worked out the details of yet. However, I'd say it's about 95% Hunger Games.
Prologue
Brooke could hear it coming.
She could hear the... the thing scrabbling in the darkness, searching for her. Its black arms clawed at the trees, its slow heartbeat pumped in the silence.
She felt tears pick her eyes. It seemed like they wanted her dead.
Of course they do. Brooke's sarcastic conscience sneered inside her head. After what happened with Lumi, they hate your guts.
Her tongue was dry and the blood from her throat had dried onto her lips. Her chestnut hair was wet and ragged, hanging down by her shoulders in clumps. She was a mess, and she knew it.
You'll be even more of a mess after it's done with you.
She felt a warm, sticky tear run down her cheek and onto her neck. Shut up. Shut up. You don't know anything... You don't know me... You don't know who I am...