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DISCLAIMER:
Me: Hey Haymitch!
Haymitch: Gla bri bda da?
M : *sigh* He's drunk now... so until he sobers up..
I don't own the hunger games.
*Flashback*
"Momma," I said, staring at mother with innocent ice blue eyes. "Where are you going?" At the age of five, that's what you ask when you see your mother all decked up.
She was dressed in a navy suit, with a gun in her holster. Her dark black hair, just like mine, tied in a bun. My dad called to her from downstairs.
She weakly smiled at me and said, "To save our world from a certain Mokingjay," She said and with a quick peck on my cheeks, she left. And she never came back.
*Flashback ended*
"Blaze, that suit does not suit you!" Grandma said as she looked at me with disgust. She walked towards me, the huge spoon she used for cooking still in her hand.
"If you're going to attend the Annual Meet you better get dressed in a better outfit than that," She said pointing at the old army suit I was wearing. It had once belonged to my father, and I wanted to wear this to the Meet to show how cruel the Districts were being to us.
"I am not changing," I said firmly and with a quick goodbye, ran out of the house to Shelly, my mentor.
"Good morning Blaze," She said with a smile. She reminded me of my mother; the way she always ordered me around, but still took great care of me. She looked worn out in her blue flower printed dress.
"Morning Shelly, don't know if it is good though," I said smirking. My left eye picked up on the three guns she was hiding and I gave her a quick whistle.
"What?" She said, her face turning red. I just chuckled and said, "Are guns even allowed at the meet?" She relaxed a bit.
The fact that my left upper body was turned mechanical did have its perks. I could peer into anything. Luckily I wasn't a pervert.
We walked into the train, ready for departure. Luckily it was just a few miles away, at district one.
We reached district 1 in the evening. The sun shone brightly among the richly decorated streets. They had really made an amazing effort into decorating the whole district.
The streets were lined with bright lamps that floated in the air. The people scattered around in gorgeous outfits. Everything seemed perfect.
I walked into the ballroom to be greeted by some of my fellow victors. They smiled brightly when they saw my outfit.
"Hey Blaze," I heard a deep voice say. I looked behind to find myself standing just a few feet from Shack. He was the victor of the Hunger games that had been held right before mine. He'd won mostly because of his unique ability of imitating peoples voices. He could even confuse the Jabber jays.
"Hi Shack," I said smiling. Even though all of us had rarely been introduced to each other, we knew each other as people who got through a lot of hell, and thought that just that much made us really good friends.
"They really did have to attach... stuff to the parts that had been vandalised by the mutts, now didn't they?" He said, staring intently at the left part of my body.
"Yes," I said sighing. He was starting to get on my nerves.
"Oh by the way, we have to assemble at the crate," he said pointing at the right side of the room, and believe me that place did look like a crate. The whole get up just seemed cage like. Shelly was already standing there. "I'll make you meet some of the other victors till they have the whole announcement on the rule of capitol and blah blah blah," He said rolling his eyes and heading towards the crate.
I followed him to the crate and was first introduced to the girl who'd just won last year's Hunger Games. "I'm Veronica," She said, her voice carrying an air of superiority. "And I'm guessing that you are Blaze?" She said smiling.
"Yup, the one and only," I said smiling. She chuckled at that. "And I'm Shack," he said grinning. "So how did you survive in the arena with all those mutts?" Veronica asked me, completely ignoring Shack.
I smirked and said, "I guess i was just lucky."
"Well, I killed all the other guys with spears and-"
"Oh, I guess that's what it falls on to at the end now doesn't it? Luck?" Veronica asked, still ignoring Shack.
"You could say that," I said and quickly excused myself. I grabbed Shack's hand and dragged him to the bar. "C'mon man! That chick was smoking' hot!" he said looking at me as if she'd been flirting with him, not me.
"Dude, Let's just stop socializing so much and listen to what these people are saying." I said nodding at the stage. "Maybe it's the Cyborg structure that the girls seem to dig now," he said still lost in his thoughts, "Maybe I should get myself some new..." I tuned him out and tried to listen to the couple who'd just come up on stage.
The guy had blonde hair, and warm sky blue eyes. He had an easy way towards his surroundings; you could just see that by the way he was standing.
The lady though had dark hair, which was braided pretty well. Her grey eyes showed so much more power and strength than her petite body. She looked pretty hostile as her eyes scanned the room. It looked like she'd just come into the room after a huge argument with somebody.
Soon, the room got silent and they introduced themselves, "Hello everyone," The blonde haired guy started.
"My name is Peeta Mellark, and this is the lovely mocking jay, Katniss Everdeen."
A/N: Good? Bad? Ok? Please review! And I'd like to ask you if you all want Peeta or Katniss's POV to be next. Maybe their daughter or son?