Thanks for the reviews I will try to update as often as possible but I am still in school so that might only be once a week or so.
Sorry for any of the mistakes I don't exactly pay attention in English class :D
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN THE HUNGER GAMES OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS
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Prim's POV
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I can't believe it!
There is no way this is a coincidence. Come on, how can both siblings of the last two tributes, from the previous games, be fairly reaped? Snow is definitely interfering. Either he doesn't like me or he really wants to get rid of my whole family.
At this thought, I think of my mother. How will she survive after my certain death? No one to look after her. No one to feed her. For the last year I have had to venture into the forest to gather herbs and other food for us to eat. Gale helps but he only has Sunday to hunt and gather. In a way this is good, I am not brilliant with the bow but I can set snares and traps with ease. I wouldn't want to shoot anyone anyway. Except for one person, but unfortunately he isn't in the Games.
I go to bed early not being able to stand the tearful Effie and the frightened Zaiene. I lie in bed for a while thinking about the Hunger Games, and what the arena might be. Oh I almost forgot this year is the Quarter Quell. They haven't announced it yet. I don't really want to think about what horrible twist the Capitol has come up with for this year's Games. I think back to all the other Quells, the one where double the kids were reaped, that was the year Haymitch won. The first Quarter Quell the districts had to select their victims. I could never have done that. How could you choose which innocent little child to send to a slaughterhouse? And live with yourself afterwards? I have no idea what we will be made to do this year. And really my circumstances are already so bad I can't imagine them getting any worse. Which is kind of stupid. I'm sure if I asked nicely President Snow wouldn't mind making my life more hellish than it already is. I can just see him, his eyes all snake like, holding a rose as red as blood, opening an envelope that will be my death sentence. They'll probably announce the Quarter Quell just before our interviews. They can't leave it till the day of the Games can they?
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Drase Ziebel's POV
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(In bedroom waiting for sleep to come)
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Being 15 years old I am pretty confident with these games. I have already been training in the Academy for 10 years. And I am pretty big for my age. There are some older kids, like my district partner who is 17, but I don't care. I want to show my big brother who is boss. He won last year but he was 16. He volunteered early because he is so arrogant. He didn't think anyone could beat him and he was almost wrong. Katniss Everdeen came so close to shutting my brother's mouth for good, that I could see the fear in his eyes. Something I've never seen before, and doubt that I will ever see again. The Capitol must be desperate for another Ziebel/Everdeen fight because this year Katniss' sister got reaped as well as me. Well they are going to be disappointed, she may be strong but she is no match for me. As for her district partner I doubt he can pull off the whole teenagers in love thing again because she looks like she is about to go insane. I have seen this look in many older students in the Academy as they train for the Games. They look stuck. Unwilling to accept their lot in life. Well don't worry Everdeen, you wont have long to fret on it. Anyway this Everdeen sister is only thirteen, so what chance does she have of beating me?
She may be a little pretty with her blue eyes and blonde hair but she is so not good enough for me. I don't even know her name, I doubt Cato does either. It's probably something gay like Sunshine or Violet. Maybe her whole family is named after plants? I snicker at the thought, at least we in District 2 have proper names. Seriously who names their kid after roots?
I can't wait to get into the Capitol, I'll get to show all those rich weirdoes how good I am. Maybe having a victor as my brother will work to my advantage. Like the brother and sister who won in consecutive years a while back. Thank god we don't have to learn history in the Academy, having to learn how to act for sponsors is bad enough. Whenever we have interviews I just grunt and shrug. Why should I, Drase Ziebel, tell all those capitol idiots about my life?
I hear our mentors telling Tarnia to turn off her music. If I wasn't so strong I would be seriously worried about the fact that Cato's going to be my mentor. Why should he have all that power? I better suck up to him for the next few days or otherwise he might just kill me off in the Games. You may think, what kind of brother would do that? My brother. Father has never had much control over Cato, no one ever has. My mother is only a vague memory. Cato does what he likes, and for the most part I stay out of his way. Just because he's a pretentious arrogant prat doesn't mean I go and pick fights with him. Though sometimes we both just lose it. Once it got more than ugly.
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FLASHBACK
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The 72nd Hunger Games are in a month. Guess who had decided to increase their training load? Yeah Cato. Guess who had decided that it would beneficial to me to stay and watch? Yeah Father. Well look, I have better things to do with my time then watch a sweaty buffoon beat the crap out of a dummy.
"It's hot," I say as Cato takes a breather.
"You don't say," is Cato's curt reply.
"Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit brother, and you say you're intelligent."
"You wont to come over here and say that."
"Why? Can't you hear me from here?"
Cato just rolls his eyes. I press my advantage.
"Well, I'm going to go find someone better to watch."
"Good luck with that."
Oh the arrogance of the brat.
"I think I saw one of the first years walk in, they'll show me how to fight for real."
"I"LL SHOW YOU HOW TO FIGHT FOR REAL!"
Suddenly I'm knocked off my feet. Pinned to the ground. I bite down on the hand holding me, weakening his grip. I knee Cato in the balls and flip him off me.
"Temper, temper Cato."
With an angry growl Cato launches himself off his feet. We start circling. Two tigers waiting to pounce. He goes for a feint, I can see it in his eyes. He thinks he has me but I step to the side at the last second. His previously well-placed left hand jab misses me completely. I grab his extended arm and twist it up and around. He's sweaty from before, and my grip slips. He kicks me in the shins. A movement too swift for me to avoid. I try to ignore the pain, but my concentration wavers, giving him enough time to deal me with a right-hand roundhouse. I'm falling like a snow in a blizzard. I manage to kick the back of his knees. Effectively taking Cato down with me.
The blows continue. Both of us landing our fair share on the other. After a while, we're too exhausted to move. Our haggard breathing the only sound, in the Gym.
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Hope you liked it, just wondering would you like longer chapters or is this one okay. If you have any ideas don't hesitate to tell me because I can always use some help. Sorry for any mistakes hopefully my grammar will improve because my sister has offered to proof read.
This chapter wasn't great but I wasn't thinking great. Next chapter will be better.
I added the flashback to spice it up a little.
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