Rule Number 2


Ahmed Adoodie and Joy Kil ran for three straight hours before they found a nice place in the middle of the forest. The trees and bushes that surrounded them were huge, which made them feel safe and out of reach.

When they ran and sang in the Cornucopia, Joy Kil managed to grab a small backpack, which contained a rope, a sleeping bag, matches and a bottle. No food, no water.

Thank god they found a lake near their camp. At least they won't dehydrate. That was good.

They were both hungry, and so Joy Kil found a few edible plants and she and Ahmed Adoodie started chewing them. It wasn't much, but it was enough.

As they chewed the leaves, Ahmed Adoodie took the precious list out of his pocket and he and Joy Kil read what was next on the list.

They both paled immediately.

"You do it," Ahmed Adoodie said quickly to Joy Kil.

Joy Kil shook her head immediately. "No. No way. You should do it."

"But I'm a boy!"

"My point exactly."

Ahmed Adoodie huffed loudly. "Fine. Bitch," He added quietly. She didn't hear him, thank god.

A few hours later, Ahmed Adoodie and Joy Kil sat down next to the fire they built and looked at the sky. It was dark. The night came. The anthem played, and the faces of the already-dead tributes began to appear in the sky.

Five.

Just five tributes died?

Damn it.

Oh well.

They were quiet for a few more minutes, both of them looking at the fire.

Then Ahmed Adoodie opened his mouth. "I have a confession to make," He said quietly, knowing that everyone in the Capitol will be able to hear him.

"What is it?" Joy Kil asked with a raised eyebrow.

"You remember… in the interviews, you remember that Caesar asked me if I loved anyone?"

"Yes. I remember."

"You remember what my answer was?"

"You said no."

"Right. Well, that was a lie."

Ahmed Adoodie took a deep breath. "I am. In love with someone, I mean."

Joy Kil blinked. "Oh. Okay. So… why did you lie?"

"I was afraid," Ahmed Adoodie whispered, hoping that he looked convincing to the Capitol people. "I still am, actually. I don't think they'll ever return my feelings. No, I know they won't. But I can't take it anymore… I just love them so much. It consumes me. I think about this person at night. I masturbate to this person's picture. I- I think I'm in love with them."

"Did you ever tell them how you feel about them?"

"No. I don't think they even knew who I was before I was selected to compete in The Hunger Games."

Joy Kil ran a hand through her hair. "Who is it? Who are you in love with?"

Ahmed Adoodie took another deep breath, embracing himself for what he was about to say next.

"President Snow."


President Snow blinked hard as Ahmed Adoodie's confession sank in.

Wow. Didn't see that coming.

He suddenly felt very uncomfortable. After all, he just heard someone say that he was in love with him – him! – while he was taking a bath.

A rose-scented bath.

Hmmmm.

His bathroom's door suddenly opened and three of the Gamemakers stepped into the room.

President Snow didn't mind that at all. He was only 93, after all. He was in the best shape of his life. Nothing like the scrawny little boy he was when he was 57 years old.

The Gamemakers looked at him, then at the roses in his bath, then at the TV screen just in front of him. They could still see Ahmed Adoodie and Joy Kil there, discussing Ahmed Adoodie's eternal love for President Snow.

"So, I guess you saw it," One of the Gamemakers said.

"Yes. Yes, I did," President Snow replied.

"Do you want us to kill him?" The Gamemaker with the blue hair asked.

President Snow raised his eyebrows in surprise. "No, of course not!"

The three Gamemakers looked at him in shock.

"What? It's flattering," President Snow explained patiently. "The boy has nice taste. In fact," President Snow said, an idea forming in this brilliant mind of his, "I want you to send him something. Just a little gift from me."


Back in the Arena, Ahmed Adoodie and Joy Kil finally grew silent after talking for an hour about what President Snow might like to wear to bed (The answer they came up with was pink speedo).

Ahmed Adoodie was very nervous. He was sure that in any moment mutts that were sent to him by President Snow himself will jump out from behind the big bushes and trees and eat him and Joy Kil because of what he said.

But it didn't happen. Instead of mutts, something else was sent to him.

"Look! A parachute!" Joy Kil said lowly and pointed at the parachute that made its way to where they were sitting.

Ahmed Adoodie looked at it, surprised, then grabbed it when it got close enough to where he was sitting.

He detached the small fabric from the parachute and unfolded it.

In the small soft fabric rested a picture.

Joy Kil moved to sit closer to him and they both curiously looked at the picture.

"Fuck!"

"Oh, the horror!"

"What should I do with it?"

"Burn it! Burn it NOW!"

And so, Ahmed Adoodie did as Joy Kil instructed him to and threw the picture of a naked President Snow into the fire.

He and Joy Kil breathed deeply, horrified by what they just saw.

Ahmed Adoodie then shuddered. "Why couldn't he just send us mutts instead?"

Joy Kil shook her head and took the list that was up until now on the ground right next to her.

"'Confess your hidden feelings for President Snow', check," She murmured quietly, drawing a small V with mud next to the second rule.


Okay, the response to this story was awesome, so of course I had to write more!

Seriously, I love you all so much. I really do. *heart*

I don't actually know what the other things on the list will be... I didn't think about it too much.

Oops.

Don't worry, I'll think of some other stupid things not to do in the arena. There has to be quite a lot.

Hope you all have a lovely day, and please review! It makes me feel better, which means it makes you feel better, because you know your review made me feel better. So, to sum it up, reviews make all of us feel better.

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