Fourth Annual Hunger Games

Betty Ferne, 13, District 11's POV

"BB! Hurry up!"

That's what he likes to call us, Henry. BB. Even though there's two of us. Betty and Bessy. Betty and Bessy. Betty and Bessy. If you say it really fast the b's just roll into each other and you're left with a mouthful of gibberish. I tell Bessy to try it. She's unsure at first, she's unsure of everything, but when she does she lets out a small giggle and then stops, as if that's not allowed in The Arena.

When I wrote in my diary, back at the Training Centre, I always referred to the arena with capitals - The Arena. I think it makes it sound more menacing. I tell this to Bessy who just gives another squeaky giggle. She reminds me of a mouse. I tell her that, too, and she looks at me confused with her big grey eyes- not sure if it's a compliment or not. "S'okay," I say, linking my arm through hers, "mice are cute."

She's so small that her elbow reaches my shoulder, which makes laugh. But then it becomes too awkward to walk like that because of The Crutches, so I let go which also makes me laugh. Henry stops walking and turns around sharply on his heel, glaring at the two of us. "Will you shut up?" He hisses through his teeth, hands clenched around his axe. I think it's supposed to be threatening. It's okay though, he won't kill us. Not yet anyhow. Not yet, because I have A Disability and apparently his older sister had one too (she didn't have a hand or something) so he feels the need to protect me or some bullshit. I think it's just because it looks good on the cameras so he'll get sponsors. But now he's got Bessy too, which he didn't sign up for. But me and Bes, we come together. Two for One. Buy One Get One Free. We're BB. And I guess I kind of get what Henry means about protecting because even though I have known Bessy for only eight days, I have an overwhelming sense to protect her. She's only twelve. I just turned thirteen, I'm older and more responsible.

He decides to take "rear watch" and begins to walk behind us. I give a snort of laughter at that, and tell Bessy it sounds like he's looking at our behinds. She widens her eyes but doesn't say anything. I can almost feel Henry roll his eyes. Just to milk it, I begin to limp slightly on my makeshift crutches - two sticks that Henry pulled off of trees when he became tired of carrying me. He sighs when he notices this, and without warning scoops me up into his arms. "Hey!" I snap, taken by surprise, but Henry just ignores me and carries on walking. Behind us, Bessy let's out an uncertain laugh.

I look to where we're heading - the beach. Bessy's from 4, she'll be valuable here. I can smell the salt already, and feel the heat warming my skin. I smile and close my eyes. The Games aren't scary Yet. I know they will be, that I'll die and be in pain, or worse have to watch Bessy die - but right now, right here?

I'm content.


The Victor for the Fourth Games was Kaleb Beeche , 18 from District 4. He had a pretty uneventful Games at the beginning, and most people forgot about him, which was his plan. The arena this year was a large jungle that covered 3/4 of the arena - with the cornucopia inside - and then 1/4 beach. At the Bloodbath, Kaleb grabbed a trident, some daggers and a rucksack full of supplies. On his way out, he killed the girl from 6 and the boy from 8 without anyone noticing. He camped out in the beach, hidden by a sand dune. He spent his days fishing, swimming and diving. He felt right at home. In the final 6, one girl came to his beach - the girl from 9. He killed her quickly. Then it was just him, his 12 year old district partner, the boy from 7 and the girl from 11 - the one born with only 1 leg. Unknown to him, they had formed an alliance. They came to his beach not knowing he was there, and he quickly killed the 12 year old who tailed the group. Then it was the boy, which was long and brutal and bloody. The girl with 1 leg, from 11, couldn't do anything but scream and cry. That noise haunted Kaleb for years on end, and whenever his children would cry he would have to leave the room. Kaleb married and had 6 children, 1 of whom would be the father of future Victor Laurel Beeche. Kaleb was extremely old, 91, when he died. He lived a long and fulfilling life and was easily the favourite Victor out of the current 4


Maia Rye, 17, District 9

Jaspar Nott, 16, District 1,

George Brancher, 15, District 7

Kaleb Beeche,18, District.4


AN

So what do you think of Kaleb? Betty? I really enjoyed this chapter and for once I'm happy how it turned out! I know 2 chapters in 1 day might be a bit much but Kaleb and George are tied through Henry, so I thought I'd post them simultaneously.

Fixed the spelling mistake;D