Chapter 4: training begins
~Finn's P.O.V.
Today we have to start training. Last night was fun and all but this is when the work begins.
I head down the hall and get breakfast, not that I ever ate breakfast at home. So I loaded my plate, and sat down to eat. Prim, who moves silently just like her mother, appears beside me.
I look at her, and I mean really look at her. She is small for fourteen. She has dark hair and blue eyes. She is observant in ways you don't expect. You can also tell she has a sweet side you can see it in her eyes. She clearly got that from her dad. Prim also has a lot of fight in her that she got from her mom. She is so different from her parents, yet so much alike.
"We need to go," she tells my pulling me out of my train of thought. I nod. I want to know exactly how these games will work.
Once everyone had arrived at the training room we are sat in a semi-circle each sitting on a number with the district you are from. For a second I had started to sit on the number four then Prim pulled me away reminding me I am from twelve for now.
When Madison, our training director, comes in she begins to tell us about the games.
"This is a simulation or mock games for the hunger games several of our mentors participated in, or were directly affected by. The main difference is in this simulation no one will die. We have all of the weapons for the arena covered in knock out gas so when you are hit and 'killed' you will pass out. Nor are they real so no one can truly die.
"Every one will also be handed a small communication device for you to talk to your mentor with. Also after every day if you do not have food it will be given to you to avoid starvation. Same goes for water.
"There is also a prize for our winner or possible district winners to keep you from losing on purpose just so you can leave. We are, in honor of the 74th Hunger Games, allowing there to be two winners if they are from the same district. Are there any questions?" Madison says simply and very monotone.
No one raises their hand so we are free to train. I look at Prim as of to ask if she wants to train together. She nods as she heads off to the archery station.
We both pick up a bow and a sheath of arrows then begin to shoot. Neither one of us is half bad with the arrows. We both have decent enough accuracy we can catch food if we need to.
Then I catch sight of a few tridents over by a shooting range type thing so we head there. Prim has some trouble with the distance she can throw one, but I have my dad's talent. I throw easily twenty feet and still hit my mark. Unfortunately I am no where near as good as dad. Not that I have to be.
After this we go to take an edible plants test, which we both pass, tie some knots and work on camouflage. In my opinion we may have a chance at winning we kind of cheated though having grown up with victors for parents. It wasn't like we knew some of these kids would never see their parents again.