A/N: Hello tributes!
Here is district 6.
Enjoy.
Your Game Maker, Ellie x
District 6
-Annoise Heflot, Female, 12-
Killers. All around me.
And I'm afraid.
Afraid of everything this training means.
I can't hear their trash talk or their smart comments because I'm deaf, but I can see them throwing knives into the hearts of wooden dummies.
I can see them throwing metal balls that probably weigh about the same as me across the room, making dents in the training room walls.
I can see spears thrown with frightening accuracy.
Edible plants are picked with hands that are more skilled then my eyesight.
And my eyesight is a force not to be messed with.
My eyes land on the supposedly unstable District 7 female, all alone, trying to light a fire without matches.
She's frustrated but not throwing things like the District 1 boy does when he can't produce fire.
He's yelling at the trainers, throwing weights and knives any which way.
The district 1 female struts up to him and slaps his cheek hard.
As she walks away, her green eyes ablaze with unknown anger, his eyes trail after her and I swear his hands are shaking.
Not many people saw that tremor.
But then again, not many people have eyes like mine.
Throwing off her sudden anger, she returns to throwing punches at a trainer.
Before five minutes are up, the trainer's face is already bloody and bruised.
A cold smile lights up her face as he staggers off the mat, making me shudder.
I turn around, and see the District 9 female is holding a small star in her hand.
'Star?' My silent mind thinks, 'What good is a star going to be in a bloodthirsty arena?'
When the star whizzes across the room faster then a speeding bullet I understand.
Especially when two peace-keepers carry the shredded remains of the dummy out the heavy-iron doors.
My eyes are keen enough to spot the district 5 girl standing detached from the rest of the commotion.
She's pouring different coloured powder into a test-tube of blue liquid.
Slyly, when her trainer isn't looking, she adds something extra.
My hawk-eyes just registered it before it went into the concoction.
Primrose.
Innocent smile adorning her face, she hands it to her trainer.
After gulping it down, he givers her a winning smile.
After that, he's dead in 5 seconds flat.
Shock pulses through my body.
That must be illegal! I look around for the peace-keepers.
No one saw a thing.
But then no one else has eyes like mine.
I can't understand what has just happened. Primrose shouldn't kill you!
As if she read my thoughts, the poisoner looks over my way with such an arrogant smirk I topple backwards.
I may not hear, but I can read lips.
"Your next," Her brilliant red mouth utters.
Her words were meant to scare me, I'm sure, but there is a factor she didn't plan on.
I already know I'm next.
I already know where my final resting place will be.
The cornucopia.
Keeping my cool, I catch a pair of dark brown eyes that are commonly found in our district.
Seth looks across the room at me, a worry line forming in-between his brow.
He's standing with the District 11 tributes.
His fair skinned hands are frozen in mid-gesture as he stares at me.
My heart skips a beat.
I know what they're doing.
They're building an alliance.
My eyes feverishly scan the room looking for more alliances being formed.
Alliances I'm not included in.
The two lovers from district 4 are standing close, heads bent together, with the boy from district 3.
The two males are whispering feverishly, but the lean girl keeps glancing at the career tributes with something like longing in her eyes.
My breath catches in my throat.
The District 13 girl is being whispered to by the giant boy from District 6, who I vaguely recall is named Tasi.
His kind eyes seem urgent, and although the girl seems sweet, she's shaking her head furiously at what ever suggestion is being made.
My eyes fall on the career pack re-grouping near the knife stand and my heart slams against my rib cage. This is the group who wipe out the tributes with actual hearts.
This is the pack that ends hope back home.
The massive, black haired boy leans against the wall; twirling a knife between his fingers.
A blonde, snobby girl stares at her reflection in a spear blade.
The boy, I remember, named Maximus sits off to one side on a weight-lifting bench.
Sweat clings to his fair skin – he rid himself of his training jacket when we entered the room - from when he was lifting weights triple my size.
His eyes look fixedly at a pale, dark blonde-headed District 10 girl, who stands across the room clinging to the arm of the District 12 boy.
She sends lustful, hurried looks back at Maximus.
Startled, if not a bit curious at this display of affection, he lies back down on the bench and stares thoughtfully at the ceiling.
I turn my head towards the District 1 girl who is most defiantly the leader.
Out of all of the villains, she freaks me out the most.
She's running her nails along the edge of a blade, analysing the scene in the training room just like I am.
Abruptly, her eyes flash to mine.
My heart shatters;
My hands fail to find purchase on the ground where I'm lying;
I go cross-eyed;
For I have never seen a look filled with so much loathing and hatred before.
Swallowing my scream is not an option.
It tumbles out of my lips before I can stop it.
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-Seth Killian, Male, 15-
A startling screech ricochets off the steel walls.
My eyes wildly scan the room for it's source.
Annoise lies in a crumpled heap in the middle of the room.
I dash towards her, skidding to a halt when I reach her side.
"Annoise," I shake her trembling shoulders roughly, "Annoise!"
Murmuring fills the room and I can feel all the eyes spotlighting us.
"Step back, boy." A pair of white gloved hands grasp my shoulder.
I obey the peace-keeper, stepping back shakily.
Frothing mouth;
wide, unseeing eyes;
flared nostrils:
The look on her face has etched itself into my brain.
"Seth?" Lyra sneaks up behind me and circles her fingers around my left bicep.
"Come sit down for lunch."
I can't think. I don't understand. I just let her guide me to the cafeteria.
"Whimp," I hear the girl from District 1 mutter.
When I sit down on the cool metal bench, I see a dark skinned boy, sitting at our table, devouring the meal in front of him.
Lyra slides onto the bench across from me.
"This is Granger. He's my partner from District 11." She begins.
I give her a blank nod in response.
"We have a proposition for you Seth."
This time, I don't bother to give any form of answer and Lyra bites her lip, casting her eyes over at Granger. He nods his head ever so slightly before smashing another piece of the meal into his mouth.
"Allies?"
One word.
Only one word.
Yet it all means so much.
I'd have someone to watch my back, someone to gather and hunt with, someone to keep me company.
I'd have someone to keep me alive.
"Yes or no, Seth."
Lyra's lips have set themselves in a tiny smile, and her hazel eyes are patient.
I like her. As soon as she walked into the training room this morning, I instantly liked her. She's strong, nimble and, best of all, hot.
I ruffle her short brown hair and 'Yes' is forming on my lips when I remember that there is a part two in this deal.
Sharply withdrawing my hand, I look Granger Tillman over.
I have to tilt my head to stare into his face because he's much taller then me.
And more muscular too, I note.
His short black hair grows close to his head, accenting his intelligent brown eyes.
I don't even have to ask. I already know this is a guy who is more then capable of thinking.
A part of me, a part that has the urge to be protected, likes him.
But something in his eyes makes the lesser part of me shrivel up and die.
He knows I'm assessing him. That much is obvious in the way his eyes tighten.
I have no idea what emotion flickers across my face, but Granger sees it and nods.
A nod to say he shares my doubts.
Only he's doubting me.
Lyra waves a hand across my face.
"Hello? Killliiaann?" She draws my last name out in a sing-song voice and stares questionably into my eyes.
I can't help it. Her innocence remind me too much of my sister, Clare, and I crumble.
"It's a yes," I reply with a smile dancing upon my lips.
Her whole being lights up like a torch and she reaches over to shake my hand.
She has small hands and I like how they fit, cloaked, inside my own.
"Good," Granger says, abruptly breaking the connection between me and Lyra.
"There is a matter of strategy we must sort out," His dark hands gesture wildly but his face remains serious and calculating.
His chocolate eyes are honest and open though, and I know I've made the right decision.
"Like?" Lyra replies, now all business.
"Well, the plants I've seen at the edible plant station suggest an arena with varied habitats, probably multiple forests that include different sorts of vegetation."
"Woah," I complain, "Too many big words."
Lyra shares my smile, knowing I'm joking, but Granger's face stays set in his mask of authority.
Without even bothering to acknowledge my complaint he turns back to Lyra.
Great. Now he thinks I'm dumb as well as untrustworthy.
"Different habitats could mean a wider breed of creatures," He continues.
"Which could be bad because there would be more predators," Lyra adds, making sure to cast a glance my way, letting me know I'm still part of this discussion.
I step up to that plate, knowing these two will be valuable assets I can't afford to lose, and burst out with: "But it could be good because that would mean there will be more prey..."
"Which would equal more food," Granger finishes.
He turns back to Lyra and starts ranting on about the climate and water supplies and other tributes etc...
But not before he sends me a nod.
And this time, it says he knows he made the right choice;
He knows he made the right choice to become allies with me.
A/N: Question time!
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What were the 1st words Katniss said in the book 'Hunger Games'?
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Not sure when the next chapter 'District 7-We're deadly and you know it' will be up,because I have speech finals coming up, but it should be up within 2, maybe 3, weeks.
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Alliances:
Career pack: Deimo Torn and Aubrey Edge, District 1, And Quilla Perchbridge and Maximus Sharp, District 2.
Alliance: Titan Rommel, District 3, And Talise Brokelynn and Coral Rubnatsky, District 4.
Alliance: Tara Able, Disrtict 10, And Darien Hatake, District 12.
Alliance: Seth Killian, District 6, And Lyra Yew and Granger Tillman, District 11.
No alliance formed to date:
Sontly Volt, District 3.
Grit Gerria And Rosalie Aduriza, District 5.
Annoise Heflot, District 6.
Gekikara Castielle and Tasi Merkava, District 7.
Orchid Haltin and Colt Halter, District 8
Kasha Barric and Jordyn Flayin, District 9.
Juan Nicre, District 10.
Katri Cronan, District 12.
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DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE RIGHTS TO THE 'HUNGER GAMES' OR MOST OF THESE CHARACTERS.
