I'm sorry if each chapter is extremely short but I'll make the chapters a lot longer once I get towards the games. To me, the beginning is always a hard process in which words come slowly. Although, I hope you're still enjoying my fan-fiction. Please leave comments and constructive criticism in the review section, thanks! All regards, Kat.
Chapter 2: The Journey to the Capitol
After the Peacekeepers pulled me back into the room we boarded the train to the Capitol. It was the most amazing place I've ever seen. There's so many pastries and treats. Luxurious love seats and armchairs. Not even the richest of the District 7 citizens have anything similar this. Me and Palmer sit down on two armchairs which are perpendicular to each other.
"How could they do this to us?" Palmer says while staring at his hands "Send innocent children into an arena to fight to the death," We both know the answer to this question but we both also know that it isn't a reasonable one. At least not to force 24 children to fight to the death every year for the entertainment of the Capitol.
"I-I don't know," I say trying to hold back the tears since he helped me embrace the probability of my imminent /emAfter a minute or so of silence I realize that I've been lacking my usual yield to hide my emotions. emSit up straight, Kalia. /em"Only one of us comes out of the arena," I say holding my head high "And it's going to be me." Palmer stares at me in disbelief. Probably since for the entire time he's known me I've been acting all sensitive and vulnerable it must be quite shocking to see me toughen up so quickly./p
"I-" Palmer is about to say something until he's cut off by our bubbly escort Ruthe dragging in a young man, probably in his mid 20's, and introducing us to him.
"Children, this is Blight," I recognize his name the moment she says it the victor of the 60th Hunger Games. "Your mentor!" she smiles and walks over to the table with a chocolate fountain. Palmer asks if he's here to help us with some survival tactics for the games. Of course he is, you dim-wit.
"So," Blight is frowning which, to me, signifies his sorrow towards us. "I'm sorry this happened to you. If I could, I would take your place. Of course that's impossible so I'm here to teach you a few..." he trails off looking for the right selection of words. "A few strategies to help you prosper in these games." he looks out the window for a few seconds and then talks to us for about a hour until he gets up and looks at the clock. "Well, I think you should get some rest. The first day of training starts tomorrow." When Blight leaves I turn to Palmer.
I wish I could say whats on my mind but I know it will just make me appear weak. "I'm so going to win," I give a fierce smirk in his direction and he just raises his eyebrows.
"Well, don't be too proud," he finally looks up into my eyes "You'll be too confident and you'll never take your time to learn anything useful." he gets up and walks towards his room. I sneer at him although I actually feel horrible. You drive me nuts. He does seem oblivious that this is not what I'm usually like and that it's just pure survival.
For a few minutes the escort tries to get a few words out of me but it fails once I stand up and turn on my heel. I don't bother getting into pajamas. I just go under the covers and fall asleep.