AN: Hey guys, sorry for not updating for a long long time, life just consumed my time unwillingly. Anyway, hope you liked the chapter. Thanks for reading. I'm going to try to update regularly, but please be patient with me if I'm late. How about I update... on March 16? Does that sound good? I'll try to update before if possible. Thanks for reading!
- J.D.
Oh, and also, I don't own these characters, or the show/movie; I just write about them.
Chapter 1: Seize The Day
Kurt remembered Burt crying. He remembered hearing those heart-wrenching sobs and the pain filled "Elizabeth" that Burt whispered as he looked directly at the television. Kurt softy walked to his father, trying to figure out what had made Burt cry. Kurt stopped as the television showed his mother looking for a place to stay in the forest. The bush suddenly moved.
"Mom!" Kurt looked at the television screen as it showed his mother being stabbed in the stomach. Burt turned around to see Kurt violently shaking and crying. "Mommy." he whispered.
The capitol was cruel enough to replay all the deaths. Burt hugged Kurt and began promising comforting things to Kurt, but none of the promises promised that he would have his mother back.
Kurt buried his head in Burt's chest as he let out screams of anger and sorrow.
"Mom!"
"Mom!"
"Mom!"
"Mom!" Kurt screamed as he was startled awake. He sat up and ran his hand through his hair. He panted heavily and got up to take a shower.
The cool water hit his skin softly; he could feel every drop of water that stuck to his skin. He stayed there, unmoving, relishing the waves of relaxation the water brought him, until, it turned cold.
Kurt dried himself off and headed to his room.
Before he could drift off to sleep, there was a soft knock on his temporary bedroom door.
"Kurt? Can I come in?" Will asked on the other side of the door. Will was Kurt's mentor for the Hunger Games and it was an understatement to say they didn't get along.
"Yeah," Kurt answered hesitantly. Will walked in and sat down on the couch seat Kurt offered him.
Will took a deep breath. "Look, I know you don't exactly like me-"
"Really? And I thought I had been so successful in masking my dislike for you." Kurt interrupted sarcastically.
Will sighed. "Kurt, this is serious." Kurt huffed and gestured for him to continue. "There are certain things you need to know to survive the Hunger Games. First off, you'll need allies. You can't do this alone." Kurt opened his mouth to argue. "No one can." Will assured Kurt that he wasn't calling Kurt weak.
Kurt sighed. "Who?" He asked, thinking of every districts competitors.
"You decide, just don't trust them completely, remember, they are there to kill you, not to make friends," Will whispered, his eyes glazing over just a bit, as if he was remembering something.
Kurt felt sympathy for him, he knew what it was like, trying so desperately to forget the past, but it just comes back to haunt you, to tease you.
"I'll remember to do that." Kurt promised seriously, looking straight into Will's eyes.
"Good."
Kurt was awakened by the sun's bright ray sneaking throughout the curtains. He rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand and got up out of bed.
He went to the training room to see that mostly everyone had already started. Some people looked up and laughed.
"How did you sleep, sleeping beauty?" A voice came from behind him. Kurt was startled and grabbed the nearest thing, which was a rock from the fire starting section and tackled the guy behind him.
The guy just laughed. "If you wanted to straddle me, all you had to do was just ask. By the way, I'm Sebastian."
Kurt got off of Sebastian as the blood flow to his face increased rapidly. The others laughed as Kurt walked away.
'Stupid asshole.' Kurt though violently. 'At least I now know who I won't be having an ally in.' He went over the fighting section and soon his thoughts about the boy with the green eyes vanished.
Kick. Punch. Duck. Tackle. Those where the only things running through Kurt's mind. He didn't care that everyone was staring at him and that he had been fighting for so long his mussels ached and drops of sweat covered his body.
He snapped out of his trance as someone slowly clapped. The deep clicking of black heeled shoes echoed in the training room. Kurt immediately looked at him. Her blond hair was down to her waist and she had a soft smile. She looked kind, but in her eyes there was an evil fascinated look. This look was new, not the evil part of course, but the fascinated look on President Terry's face.
Kurt shuddered. She walked closer to him until she was only three feet away from him. She smiled that sinister smile at him. "I'm sure it will be a very exciting game this year. Matter of fact, I'm positive it will be." Her eyes flashed and she stepped closer to him and kissed his cheek.
"Come to my office, we need to talk." She whispered into his ear. Kurt shuddered again in fear and uncomfortableness. She then turned her heal and walked out of the room.
The door slammed with a loud thud that echoed and fueled the nerve-wrecking fear and tension in the room.
