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Woody sat down with Peter and Katniss, drinking some Red Bull as he did.
"Okay, look, I need to tell you something."
Katniss nodded. "Yes?"
Woody took a deep breath. "I need to admit something. Do you guys remember the 50th Hunger Games?"
Peeta shook his head. "No, we weren't alive… we didn't see them."
Woody took at deep breath. "That's what I thought."
"What?" Katniss pressed.
Woody took out a DVD and handed it to them. "Just watch it."
He pushed the two strands out of his face, but they fell back instantly, so it was a waste of time for him to have even done in the first place, before walking off.
Peter dove for the DVD player. He tried to push the DVD into the slot.
"Peeta-"
"Peter!"
"Whatever! You dick, look, you're trying to put it into the air vent."
Peter looked up, realising his mistake. "I'm sorry if I'm a bit excited!"
Katniss grabbed him, before pulling him away.
"Arghh, move… you… fat… fuck!"
Peeta was finally pulled aside, and Katniss took the DVD, putting it in, and switching the TV on.
She sat on the sofa as Peter turned up the volume.
They were watching a fuzzy screen with 24 tributes standing in a city; the start of the games, the Bloodbath.
They recognised Woody, a twitchy teen, with a mullet.
"Nice hair…," Peter muttered.
Katniss grinned.
The horn went and the tributes ran towards the weapons.
Woody was brushing his mullet back and hadn't heard the horn go on. He looked up, shocked, as everyone ran past him.
"Shit," they heard him mutter.
He started sprinting, trying to keep his mullet down and got hit by a tribute.
Woody went out cold on the ground.
5 minutes later, after everyone was gone, Woody opened his eyes, sitting up, and looking around.
"Jesus I need a piss," with that he started walking away from the weapons and towards a building.
Then they heard the commentary; "Oh, and the gamemakers are releasing the flood!"
Peter looked at Katniss. "Wait, I remember this one… this was the boring-"
Katniss hushed him, watching Woody walk towards a building, around a corner, before stopping, adjusting and starting to relive himself against the building.
"That's magical," Woody moaned happily.
Then the flood happened. In an attempt to spice the games up, a wall of water came and rolled over the arena. Tributes were caught and killed, all 23 of them, smashed and crushed and the torrent of water went rushing past Woody, protected by his spot behind the building wall.
Woody looked at the water steaming past on both sides of his cover, his piss forgotten.
"The fuck." He nervously styled his mullet.
The presenter's voice came up as the cannons sounded.
"Errr, it seems the tsunami killed all of the tributes… all of them. Only… only the guy from District 12 is still alive… wait, is he pissing himself."
Woody looked around. "Did I win?"
The video stopped, showing static.
Katniss frowned. "He didn't win! He got lucky!"
Peeta didn't seem able to grasp it. "Okay, he went behind a building… and he avoided the water and he won for that?"
"Yes I did," a voice spoke.
They both looked around; Woody was standing there.
He pushed the two strands out of his face, but they fell back instantly, so it was a waste of time for him to have even done in the first place.
"Yes, now you see why I don't have any 'tips'," Woody said, his jaw working. He looked at their faces. "Don't think I'm proud of it… I'm not." His voice started to rise. "I'm not a winner, I'm nothing! You saw me! I was taken out in the first minute! NOW YOU SEE! I DON'T HAVE TIPS! I DIDN'T EVEN FUCKING WIN!"
Peter stood up. "We assumed-"
Woody grinned sardonically. "Oh they all assume. Yes, they do. My girlfriend left me out of embarrassment; I mean, who'd want to be seen with 'District Piss' as I was soon named. No victory for Haymitch! No win! The only medal I got was my life." He looked pained. "How can I help you?"
Katniss moved forward. "It wasn't your fault. I," she looked at Peeta, "for one, am glad you're our mentor."
Woody sighed. "I guess I could try to help you. I didn't have a mentor… no-ones survived before me… but I'll try to help you."
They all sat at the dinner table.
They were already planning they're strategy.
"Should we make a fire?" Peeta asked.
"Yes, Peeta-" Woody started.
"Peter," he corrected.
"Sorry Peter."
"Should we make a fire?"
"Sure, do that," Woody agreed.
Katniss frowned. "What about being seen?"
Woody looked back at Peter. "Don't do that."
"How about getting a bow in the bloodbath?" Katniss asked.
Woody nodded. "Sounds like a plan."
Peeta shook his head. "You want to fight the Careers?"
Woody looked at Katniss. "Bad idea, sweetheart."
"What about sleeping on the ground?" Peeta asked.
"Sounds safe," Woody agreed.
"And get slaughtered while you sleep," Katniss added.
Woody looked at Peter. "Not sure that's wise."
Peter nodded. "Okay, so we just sit in a tree?"
Woody nodded. "That's what I'd do."
Katniss laughed. "And fall out?"
Woody looked at Peeta. "That's a bad idea."
Katniss cleared her throat. "How about getting a backpack?"
"Sounds good to me!"
"How?"
"I agree, it seems hard."
Peeta blinked. "We should keep our moral up by humming music."
"I like it!"
"And give away out position?"
"The girl's right, that's silly."
Katniss drummed her fingers. "Why don't we tackle a Career together?"
"Yeah! Take one down!"
"Without weapons?"
"What a bad idea."
Peter spread his hands. "The Careers will be slow right?"
Woody clicked his fingers. "He has it there!"
Katniss frowned. "Why would they be? Training all their lives?"
Woody shook his head. "Oh Peeta, what are we going to do with your bad ideas?"
"Peter," Peter corrected. "How about we try to get some water?"
Woody shook his head. "Bad idea."
They both looked at him. "Seriously," Katniss asked in disbelief. "You have an opinion?"
Peeta leant in, "Why? Is it poisoned? Do they monitor water distribution?"
Woody nodded wisely. "Water makes you piss."
They sat and digested this, before Peter broke the silence:
"Look! It's the Capitol!"
They all ran to the window, watching as they drove into the vast, modernised, almost futuristic city.
"Why do they all have blue hair?" Katniss asked, looking at Woody.
Woody frowned. "I don't know… maybe it's a new trend?"
They started passing people, slowing down: "Why are we slowing down?" Katniss asked.
"So we can wave and stuff," Peeta answered idly.
Woody looked at him, before doing the thumbs up, (which knocked Katniss to the floor as he brought his arm out) which he gave Katniss before she got her score in the movie; the outstretched arm, completely straight thumbs up.
He hit Katniss as he stretched his arm, hitting her to the floor.
"Nice one, Peter."
Katniss got up, rubbing her head. "Thanks Woody."
Both guys ignored her, so she decided to go to the window.
While the guys could see, Katniss was too short, so she tried to get on her tip toes, but she still couldn't see over.
"Damn… I wish I was the Jennifer Lawrence version. She'd be able to see over."
Peeta saw her, and completely mistook her point. "I liked my actor. What about you Woody?"
He looked around at them. "I'm named after the fucker. What do you think?"
Peeta looked down sheepishly. "Right." He got a chair for Katniss, who stepped on it with a thanks, smiling as Peter helped her up, and looked out.
She waved timidly, and the crowd roared.
Woody scoffed. "Watch this!" He brung his hand up, and acted as if he was pulling a train whistle.
"Choo choo!" The crowd shouted back.
Peter laughed. "Ha, ha, good one. Check this out!"
He raised his hand, waving, and the crowd started waving with him. Peter's hand closed to a fist, which he kept waving, his middle finger coming up.
"Booo!" The crowd started to throw their hands at him, walking away, disgusted.
Peter was laughing, but Woody was looking at him sourly.
"Peter, I just gave you the 'Woody Thumb' and you go and ruin it?"
Peeta's smile died. "Yeah…"
Effie came up. "Oooh! Here we are! You're all going to die, but at least you can get a nice house and meals before, and we should all be happy!"
"I vay," Peeta groaned, while Katniss ignored her, readying herself as the doors opened.
The people whisked Katniss and Peeta off immediately, in hospital stretchers.
"I feel like a patient," Peter remarked.
The guy whizzing him along chuckled. "Soon, you'll be dead."
Peeta looked at him. "Hello? I'm still here!"
Katniss' stretcher guy nodded too. "We just got some big guy come in; Thresh. Jesus, that's one vicious fucker. I'd hate to fight him."
Peter tried to smile. "Is he friendly?"
The guys snorted. "Tell that to Frank. He got his finger bitten off."
Peeta's eyes widened. "Great…"
They were carted into a room, before being thrown off and left there.
They were in a white room, with what looked like the rest of the tributes; a man in a suit made his way up.
"Hello, you will be taken through to your stylists-"
"What?" Katniss asked.
Peeta grinned. "Hell yeah! Time to get my makeup on!"
The man looked at him. "Males don't get make-up."
Peter blushed. "I knew that."
The man whisked off and District 12 got to see who'd be slaughtering them.
"Jesus Christ…," Peter muttered, as a huge black guy made his way over.
Peeta hid behind Katniss, but seeing as Peeta was a good 8 inches taller, it didn't work out too well.
"Fresh Meat…," Thresh grinned. He looked at Peter. "You smell of bread… bread is weak…"
Peter composed himself before making his way closer.
"Yeah, well, I worked as a-"
Thresh pushed him onto the floor, and Peeta landed on his bottom.
Katniss moved forward. "Fuck off, yeah?"
Thresh looked at her, and Katniss felt her courage dissolve.
"On the other hand, please hit me down too…" Katniss said weakly.
He walked off as a little girl came forward.
Katniss looked at Peeta. "Oh, here's someone nicer."
She leaned down as the girl got closer, skipping forward.
"Hey there!" Katniss welcomed. "What's your name?"
The girl stopped, biting her finger. "Rue."
Katniss looked at Peeta, who was grinning stupidly, still on his bottom on the floor.
"I just want to eat you up!" Katniss cooed.
Rue smiled. "You're first!"
She skipped off as Katniss looked confused. "What's that mean?"
Peeta blanched. "I think…," he said delicately, "that she was going for you… first."
Katniss frowned. "What does that mean… oh," she realised.
Peeta nodded, but Katniss snorted. "Yeah, like I'm scared of a little girl."
Peter pointed at Rue who had a District 6 girl in a headlock.
"Say my name!" She commanded.
"Rue! It's Rue!" The girl screamed as Rue tightened her grip.
"No! Say it!"
"RUE! IT's RUE!"
Rue let her go before skipping off, leaving District 6 sobbing.
"My God…" Katniss whispered. She looked at Peeta. "Jeez, Peter, get to your feet."
He stood up quickly, brushing himself down.
They looked over at Thresh.
"You don't need this tooth, right, mate?" He asked a tribute.
The guy nodded. "I'd like to keep it."
Thresh shook his head. "Sorry, mate, we need to operate."
"What-"
Thresh grabbed him, and everyone backed off.
Katniss clearly heard Peeta wet his pants.
The man came back in, just glancing at Dr Thresh.
"Okay, are we all ready?"
A beautiful girl with blonde hair raised her hand.
The man pointed at her. "Yes?"
"There's only 23 of us? Where's the 24th?"
A girl from District 2 stepped forward.
"That's Cato. He should be coming down soon."
Thresh stepped forward, the guy he'd just performed 'surgery' on, writhing in pain behind him.
"Who's Cato? What's he like?"
The District 2 girl seemed to be holding back something.
"Big… and-" she stopped suddenly, looking down. Was that a tear on her cheek. "He's a good swordsman."
Thresh grunted, cracking his knuckles. "He's mine."
District 2 nodded. "You're welcome… good luck."
Katniss sidled up to Peter. "You get the feeling she's holding back something?"
Peeta was looking dead serious. "I don't know, and I don't think I want to find out."
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