Chapter 2 – Chariots and Mentors
Watching the reapings, I knew I could win this thing. I think I should team up with other districts, probably the ones who were strong. And had been training for this too. You can see it in their eyes as they raise their hand and shout that they, brave and all, volunteer.
So, looking at them all, I've made my selection.
Dimitri Stark. – He looks well-built (even though I can't really tell through the TV) and well…he volunteered didn't he?
Scarlet Conifer – Volunteered.
I'm trying to think of the last one.
What would they think of me? Just sauntering over to them, asking to be their ally.
Look at her, Jaydn De La Rosa, the cocky one. The one who thinks shes amazing because she's got a fancy capitol-like name.
I see a scrawny girl from District 10 get reaped. Tiny thing, scared out of her wits. See what I mean? Easy kill.
I know I should give that girl a chance though, you know, let one of the others kill her. I can just see me in her. When I was younger, so scared, not even daring to think when the next beating from my parents was. I brushed away the thought and turned my hardcore battle mode back on high. Kill before you think, before your conscience gets to you.
Now, the moment I'd been waiting for. The chariot ride.
I wore a shimmering, silver scale-like top, under a glittery fishing net that was tied around me in a knot at the back. My skirt was floaty and blue, looking like the waves of the aqua-blue sea in which my district fishes in.
My partner, the dashing Rick Lana, was in a pale blue smart-looking suit, with a way-too-shiny and sequined turquoise bowtie. As I take in his blonde (with flecks of brunette) messy hair, his gloriously tanned skin, and his striking yet warm blue eyes, I know that weather he's strong or not, I'll want him to join my little 'group'.
We step up onto the chariots and before long, our chariot is racing forwards, like the 3 districts before us have done. I smile and wave, turning from side to side so that people can notice the shimmers and glimmers and waves in my skirt and top. I catch a glimpse of Rick on the screen and I see that his teethy smile is flawless, and the crowd can't get enough of him. But then they start to focus on District 5. I look at the screen and see that the girl is beautiful. Her name…slips my mind. She probably looked like an easy kill back then, but here she looks…powerful yet so sweet. Tough but forgiving. Before I get a chance to take in her outfit, the camera changes to me, staring at District 5.
Oh boy.
I'm glad that out of the 5 people that won last year, District 4 was lucky enough to have a winner. She better mentor me well. I try to remember the other winners. For us, we have Melony Chambers.
Sally Dorsin from District 1.
Tommy Tips from District 2.
Harry Hardwick from District 6.
And Mathalda Churn from District 8.
And for the other Districts, they all are left with the choice of having a parent or sibling or if they all died in the war then a friend.
I prefer having someone with experience. Melony wasn't a savage, like some, but she only killed when she most needed to – for instance, when Maltin Heffle from District 12 tried to steal some of her food and quickly-running-out water, she shot 1 arrow into his heart and another into his head. And when District 7's Tilly Cambridge was busy setting a deadly trap for Melony, she snuck up on Tilly with a slingshot and 2 very sharp rocks.
Melony can teach me how to kill only when necessary, not to clear out the competition.
