District Fourteen

Hey everyone! Sorry I haven't updated in a while, but I've been busy! Not really, but I like to pretend I have been!

It's been so long! I had a massive case of writers block! Anyways, I hereby promise to update every two weeks, so I can finish this story!

Also, thank you to Cricky and Morgy 11 and 12, if she hadn't helped me with the romance in this story, it would just be constant killing.

"It's time for you to get on the hovercraft," A peacekeeper says, gruffly pushing me towards a random area. I get pushed to the floor, I land on my knees and I don't bother to get up.

"Come on," A new voice says, as a person pulls me to my feet. Jackson. He and I were never close friends, but we did talk. He had white blond hair and freckles dotted his face. His bright blue eyes could make the stars jealous, he was usually happy, but when he was in one of his moods, he could kill with a simple flick of the wrist. He was rather tall, about a foot taller than me.

"Jackson, is that you?" I ask, curiously scanning his face in the dim light.

"Yep! So, how's life been for you?" Jackson responds, twice as curiously. Jackson lived in sub district three, so I and he really never saw each other.

"Slow," I say, eyes twinkling with amusement and just for a second, just for a second, the games felt a million miles away from where I was. "What about you?"

"Exciting! Can you believe I was selected?" Jackson says, with fake enthusiasm. I roll my eyes; he was too excited, but I nod anyways.

"Every person over the age of 12 and fewer than 18 was selected," I remind him, as I start walking towards the hovercraft with Jackson at my side.

"Yeah, but we will be the first people from district fourteen to go!" Jackson says, obviously trying to contain his fake excitement.

"I bet we all die in the first two seconds," I bet, jokingly.

"No, I will win the hunger games!" Jackson gloats, victoriously raising his fist to the air.

I roll my eyes at his comment and tune him out as he begins to ramble rapidly. The peacekeepers herded us onto the nearby hovercraft and we took off. It was the weirdest feeling in the world! It was almost indescribable; it was if I was being pulled into the air.

The peacekeepers had packed up together like tuna fish. I move forward, to no avail. I hit someone and fell over. "Sorry," I murmur and my actions were returned with an icy glare that belonged to no other than V. I pull myself to my feet, avoiding his gaze. I look up at him and he had vanished, just like that. I grit my teeth; we would have to talk about this sometime, wouldn't we? Why hide from it? I sigh and look over the edge of the hovercraft; big mistake. We were hundreds of feet in the air, with nothing holding us up. I nearly puked and I pull myself away from the edge.

"Hey, are you alright?" A new voice asks and I whip around to see who it was. Jackson looks at me, a concerned look glowing in his eyes.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I mutter, rather embarrassed that I was afraid of something as stupid as heights.

"It's okay to be afraid," The blond haired boy says, trying to comfort me. I just shrug, not knowing what to say. He began to walk away and I watch him go. I feel kind of useless, there's no point in denying the inevitable. But there is. I wouldn't go down without a fight, so I walk towards the control panel, trying not to make a sound, to no avail.

I trip over somebody's foot. I contain my gasp and get back onto my feet. Nothing was going to stop me from doing the right thing. I look at the control panel that was temporarily unmanned. Confused, I start pressing random buttons.

"Hey! What are you doing here!?" One of the Peacekeepers gasp, trying to pull me away from the control panel, though I manage to grasp the controls, preventing me from moving.

"I'm doing the right thing!" I shout, trying to turn the hovercraft around. Then, more of the show up trying to drag me away from the control panel. I see one of them has a long needle with a bottle like thing attached to the end of it. He injects it into my arm. Blistering pain rushed into my body, I try to scream, but everything fades to black.

I wake up, the cold floor beneath me. I rub my arms, trying to warm myself up. I look around the seemingly empty gray room and realize there's another person next to me. I kick him, trying to wake it up.

"Ow! Cut it out, I'll be up in a second!" He snarls, shifting away from me.

"Get up!" I hiss, kicking him again, harder. He finally opens his eyes, observing the room carefully. His eyes finally fall on me. His forest green eyes that looked reckless, carefree, and wild. He has short brown hair.

"Who are you?" He growls, staring at me like I was some sort of science experiment.

"I could ask you the same thing," I hiss back, and then I regain my cool and answer him. "I'm X."

"X? What kind of name is that?" The mysterious boy scoffs, sitting up so he could see everything better.

"It's a great name," I reply sharply. "What's your name anyways?"

"Falcon!" He says, extremely proud.

"At least X is a better name then Falcon! What kind of name is Falcon anyways? It's just a bird!" I taunt.

"Shut up!" He shouts as he balled his fists. He rises to his feet, trying to intimidate me.

"What's wrong? Don't like the taste of your own medicine?" I say, still taunting him.

"I said, shut up!" Falcon growls, before hoisting me up by my shirt collar.

"Put me down!" I say, trying to squirm away.

"Take it back!" He orders. I stare into his eyes and see nothing but pure rage in his bright green eyes.

"Okay! Okay, calm down! I take it back!" I shout in his face, looking away from his eyes.

"Finally," Falcon mutters, dropping me to the ground. I land on my feet and stick my tongue out at him. "Child," he comments.

"I know you are, but what am I?" I says in a childish manner.

"An idiot."

"I know you are, but what am I?"

"Stupid," he says, getting frustrated.

"I know you are, but what am I?"

"I know you are, but what am I?" Falcon says in a mocking tone.

This goes on for a couple more times, until someone interrupts our childish behavior.

He has shaggy blonde hair that fell into his eyes, which were ocean blue, the prettiest color of blue. A woman was his side, clinging onto his arm like it was her life preserver. She has curly brown hair that falls to her shoulders and bright purple eyes. "Hello!" The man greets loudly, commanding attention with his very presences.

"Who are you?" Falcon and I both ask at the same time. We both turn to glare at each other, then direct our attentions back to the man.

"I am Nate," The man says, bowing slightly. "And this is my wife, Sharon!"

"Hello there, children!" The female says, overly friendly. "You must be Falcon and Sage!"

Falcon began to laugh, "You're real name is Sage?! What kind of name is that?!"

"It's an amazing name," I defend myself. "You're just too dimwitted to figure that out."

Falcon glares at me and begins to step towards me, "take it back!" he orders, then Sharon steps between us.

"Now, now, children let's not squabble!" Sharon says, clapping her hands. "Now, let's discuss what you're going to wear to the opening ceremonies!"

"How about…. No." Falcon says. "I don't even want to be a part of the stupid Hunger Games; I don't see why I have to dress up for it."

"It's tradition!" Sharon says shrilly, looking as if she would cry. I roll my eyes; she was too emotional! She probably couldn't go ten seconds without bursting into tears!

"Now, how about this?" Nate suggests, showing us a sketch of an outfit.

And that's all for now! I know its short…. Sorry! Hey, any suggestions for what they should wear? 'Cause I'm out of ideas!

I own nothing!

DFTBA,

Nerdfighters.