A.N: I just want to tell you guys that my first chapter was pretty much the same as The Hunger Games' first chapter. Nothing will be different except for the games and the outcome. It's based off that book, so no credit towards me what so ever. I just thought it would be fun to write one with the Twilight characters. Hope you enjoy!
The Twilight Games
Chapter 2
Rose next to me lets out a little scream in terror. She's clutching my arm, almost sobbing into my only dress. I let her though, hugging back. The cameras are on me, and to others I might seem like a weak competitor. But this was my last chance to say goodbye, unless I came back. So I might as well do it now.
I was too terrified to be mad. There were plenty that had more slips in the ball than I did, and yet I was the one that was picked. I walked forward, looking back into Rose's red eyes. My one and only friend and she was gone already. I then changed my glance to Emmett. He is putting on a blank expression.
Once I get up on stage, no one says anything. No one claps or shouts. But in the middle of the silence, my brother jumps up screaming "I volunteer as tribute!" All eyes are now locked on him. Even the camera's turn. This gives me a chance to wipe the tear that came to my eye.
Esme gives him a look and then me one. "Well...It's up to Isabella here to choose if she wants the volunteer to take her place or not. Do you?"
I don't like people calling me Isabella. People know me call me Bella, but I didn't have any words for her. Let her call me that. It wouldn't matter in a week. By that time, my body would most likely be shipped back to Volterra so I could be buried back here in Forks.
I swallow. All eyes are back on me. My brother is running towards the stage. As much as I don't want to be here, I wouldn't want him here. Emmett had a life a head of him. Rose liked him and I knew he liked her back. They could get married and have a life that I would never have. I shake my head looking down. "No, I don't want him to take my spot."
Then Rose is there, leading my brother back to his spot. I could see the face he's wearing. He's terrified for me. Most of our lives, all we had was each other and now he was loosing me.
"I bet that was your brother," Esme murmurs. "Okay everyone. Here's this year's girl tribute! Give it up for Isabella Swan!" No one claps. Not even those who were taking bets on which kids would be picked.
The Mayor even stares at me, his face blank. In his eyes I could see some recognition. I am the girl that brings the meat, and hangs with his daughter. I was the sister of the brother his daughter would some day marry.
After moments of silence. Everyone looks up and nods their heads in respect. That usually only happened at funerals. When you were saying goodbye to someone you loved. I had gone from no one to some one in a matter of moments. My death was so close...
"Now for the boy tribute!" She reached her hand into the boy orb and picks a name from the thing. I hope it wasn't Jacob or Emmett. I couldn't kill them myself in the arena. And they had lives ahead of them. They would be wasted in the arena.
"Edward Masen," She calls out. A women starts sobbing. I turn my head to the noise and see a boy my age climb the stairs to the stage. Oh no. Today is not my lucky day.
Edward Masen and I didn't talk. Even if we did, I don't know if we would get along. He was one of the higher class in Forks; his family had the money for food. They didn't have to worry about starving. His father did all of the finance stuff in Forks, so his family was almost as well off as Rose's.
But he had a secret like I did. Years ago, when I was just entering the woods, I hadn't known Jacob yet. It was second time entering, and I was still afraid of things that they told us to be afraid of. One day I fell into the lake and I didn't know how to swim, and I started to drown. No one heard my calls, except for him. He came to my rescue and dragged me out. I knew who it was because Edward was the only boy in Forks that had clear emerald eyes. When I finally regained the strength to talk, he was already gone.
The Mayor finishes his speech and Esme tells us to shake hands. We do and I feel a little bolt of electricity run through me. I convince myself that it's just static electricity, but I liked the feeling.
They lead us through a building that is highly furnished. Silk covers the chairs and couches. It's the wealthiest place I've been in. Edward and I are placed in different rooms. These rooms are the places that loved ones and friends would come and say goodbye.
Emmett comes in first. We both say nothing. All we do is hug each other for the five minutes he's allowed. No words were exchanged. When the peacekeepers want him to leave, he ruffles my hair and forces a smile. "Win for me squirt." I nodded my head in response.
When Rose comes in, she's crying. Not sobbing, but tears are falling down her cheeks. "You have to win. I know you can! You are so much better off than those other tributes," she states. I give her a smile, and we hug.
When she pulls back, she's holding a shiny apple. It was red with a little brown stem. "It's a pin. Will you wear it in the games? Each tribute is allowed one item from home."
"You want me to take it?" I asked, amazed. It was made out of gold, but was painted over. She nods her head, placing on my dress. "Thank you." She kisses my cheeks and waves as she leaves.
Jacob comes in last. "Remember what I've taught you. It will help you out in that arena. Get your hand on a bow and arrow or knife. Remember the poisonous plants and the ones that are edible." I nod my head, not bothering to speak until he finishes.
In his arms, he whispers something to me. "We should have run off." And that's when the peace keepers pull him out.
I'm on the verge of crying, but I know I can't. I already showed some weakness earlier. When that happens, all of the other tributes see me as an easy target. I can't let that happen. If I am strong, less will go after me first.
Edward and I are again reunited. We're now on the train that will take us to Volterra. From now on my life will be at the hands of others. The only other person I could talk to would be Edward, but I don't know if he'll talk back.
I could tell he was trying just as hard as me not to cry. It would be the last time we would see our town...Unless we won of course. But no one from our town has won in over fifty years.
Maybe I should have ran away with Jacob after all.