Hi:) Thank you if you've read this far!
This won't be a very long fanfiction, only a couple of chapters, just so I can get back into the swing of things:)
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and Please tell me what you think!
Aisling x
My cry catches in my throat, and my mind goes into full panic. Images flash before my eyes of my body, lying bloody in the grass – my family suffering as they watch me cry out in pain on their television – my blade slicing down on a child. I'm going into the Games. The Head Gamemaker is putting me, Delly Cartwright, into the Games.
Crane is close to me now, his eyes glinting with a certain deranged smile. His breath is warm, quickened slightly.
"Mr Crane-" I start,
"Adelaide. Please, my dear. Let me finish." He once again begins to pace, this time with a stronger stride, as if he had a purpose. "I do not intend for you to enter my Games- at least... not yet." He grins in my direction. I shiver.
"I have been informed that you are, how shall I put it, aware of the children in your school. That you know their stories."
I nod. I don't see where he is going with this.
"I have also been informed that you have a younger brother, is that correct? Who has just turned twelve?"
My blood runs cold. I would rather go into the Games than have Lee put through the horror. Images of his battered body being lifted through the air by a hovercraft, and his face appearing in the night sky fly through my mind. My palms sweat and I desperately look Crane in the eyes.
"Please." I whisper, reaching a shaky hand towards him.
"Do not beg." He sneers, slapping my hand away. "However, Miss Cartwright, if you were to provide, let's say, information on a couple of your classmates, I may be able to remove your family's names from the reaping bowl."
My jaw falls open. Immunity. For all of us. No Games, no death.
"Um. What kind of, uh, information?" I stutter, leaning forward slightly. Immunity is nothing to be joked about. Seneca smirks.
"I want drama, I want angst, I want something the viewers will devour! A devastating love story perhaps - maybe even brother turned against sister. And I want you to tell me who."
My arms feel cold. I am about to choose who gets reaped.
"I-I can't do that Mr Crane. It's- I can't-" Swallowing, I try again. "I'm not a gamemaker. I can't make those choices, sir."
"Well, I am afraid then we may have to take a closer look at your brother-"
"No!" I squeak. My mind reels. Who? Who? I replay everything I know. Teenage dramas between best friends. Break ups. But one name keeps appearing. I try desperately to think of someone else.
"Miss Cartwright-" Seneca starts. I can't. I can't. Please I can't. But then, that name falls out of my mouth.
"Katniss Everdeen."
