Hey guys, I'm so sorry that this has taken so long. I have so many things to do that it's hard to find time to fit this in. But I did it! I'm hoping that the next one won't take so long. Hoping..
Also, thank you to everyone who has reviewed. I really appreciate it.
When you've spent your whole life trying to protect yourself from evil scientists and erasers, and keep yourself alive in between attacks with very little money and very hungry bird-kids, training for the Hunger Games is a breeze. Still, it can't hurt to brush up on some of the skills offered, even if I'd been using them half of my life. I avoided fencing, knife throwing and weightlifting, knowing that they would probably give away the fact that I am not just a kid with wings, and instead focused on more trivial things, such as knot tying and edible plants.
Most of the time, however, I used watching my opponents, trying to suss out what their strengths and weaknesses. I could worry about the flock later, for now I had to concentrate. For now, it was about staying alive.
I started with Roy, who seemed to have excellent agility and pretty good reflexes. Apart from that, there was nothing. He was making progress with the sword pretty quickly though, and decided to keep an eye on that.
I noticed a part giraffe from District 8. It was hard not to notice him because of his amazingly long neck, which I was pretty sure would give away his location in the arena very easily. He was good at the survival skills, but was always off balance. I decided quickly that he wasn't a threat.
Of course, the only people whom I thought I would really have to worry about, were the tributes from Districts 1, 2 and 4. The careers, I believe other people called them, who were literally bred for the Hunger Games. Just as I had been bred to 'save the world'.
Both of the tributes from district one were part hyaena. They had nasty looking fangs and moved very quickly. They told us all that they could eat us and dissolve all of our bones, but I think that was just to scare us. I'd heard that the last kid to start eating the other tributes had some kind of 'accident'. Note the quotation marks.
Even so, they were very good at fighting and weight lifting, so I made a mental note to watch out for those ones.
There was a fish-boy from district four, who claimed that he could breathe underwater as well as on land, and was covered in scales, which would make it hard to cut him. His throat, however, was vulnerable, and I added that to my list of mental notes.
The girl from district two didn't give away what species she was crossed with, but you knew that she was extremely good at weight lifting, and kinda hairy, so I thought that she might be part buffalo.
I had no idea what the other careers were, but one thing was for sure, they had been trained for this their whole life. They were going to go into that arena and fight, kill and slaughter. And they were going to enjoy it.
I couldn't believe that people as sick as this actually existed.