(A/N): Hey guys! I hope you like this chapter, for it is the start of the 71st Hunger Games. This was actually pretty hard to write, because I'm tired, but many more chapters shall be coming, seeing as I now have six weeks off school for the Christmas holidays. Hope you enjoy it, because it's 1,105 words long!
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my many OC's.
Lily
I winced as the small tracking chip was inserted in my arm as soon as I entered the hover craft.
Kassi and Keela were both there, along with Krispen, who had shied away from the needle to begin with, showing that he was afraid of the small needle device they used to insert it. I met his eye as he rubbed the spot where the chip was inserted, a look of fear and grief echoing through the link, a feeling we knew every tribute was feeling, even the careers. I tried to smile a reassuring smile, but I knew that all he would see was a sad grimace.
I stared out the window as we flew over the Capitol before Kassi gently pulled me away, a caring look to be seen in her eyes for the first time. We knew, that either one or both of us wouldn't ever see the inside of a hovercraft ever again, nor would we see anything other than the arena after we entered it. We exited the hovercraft when we reached the Stockyard, or the Launch Room as it is called by the residents of the Capitol. I stared around at the empty room, taking in the apparent calmness it gave off, but anyone who had ever been in this room had not been offered calmness, only fear, fear off death.
Kassi helped me dress in the clothing of this year's games, a pair of thick pants the same shade of grey as the camouflage goo from our Training, and a thick hooded shirt of the same color with a pair of grey, soft soled leather boots to put over the thick grey socks. All in all, it was a rather dull look, only alleviated by the bright silver of Daine's necklace as it hung around my neck, acting as my token of District Eleven. If I were to die in this Hunger Games, it would be returned to my family, and he would know that I had been wearing it. I smiled sadly over my shoulder at Kassi as I stepped onto my podium, waiting for a few seconds before it lifted me up, up into the air before the light was cut off as I passed through the roof before I reached the surface, blinking at the monstrous sight before me. A city, that's what it was, yes, but not the likes of one I had ever seen before. No, this looked like one of the cities I had only ever seen in the History books at my school, detailing the old days, before Panem, of when this land was still called South America. When tall cities like this one had covered the Earth's surface, with its tall…skyscrapers, I think they're called, a fitting name for these gigantic structures. I glanced around at the other tributes, who all looked just as scared as I felt, though my fear was hidden from them with a fearsome mask of anger and cruelty. I met Krispen's gaze and nodded slightly, knowing he would be the only one to see it. I moved myself into the optimal position for a straight out sprint for the Cornucopia. Thoughts of my family, my brother, my friends, and Daine, flew through my head before I crushed them out, focusing solely on the Cornucopia.
Suddenly, the gong rang and I leaped from my plate in a full out sprint towards the Cornucopia, my gaze fixed only on the three things I could see that would help me survive. The first, a dagger set with twelve daggers secured in a leather pouch by small straps. The Second, a simple silver, hand and a half sword with a black leather scabbard. The third, a plain bow with a full. Grey leather quiver. I lent down as I reached the Cornucopia, slipping my arm through the strap of the quiver and between the wood and string of the bow, scooping the dagger set into my hand at the same time before running the next few steps to grab the scabbard and sword. Dodging behind the side of the Cornucopia in case someone was aiming at me and sprinted towards the edge of the intersection, pulling the quiver and bow further onto my shoulder, securing the scabbard around my waist with the long leather strip clearly meant for it and tied the dagger set around my thigh with the straps meant to keep the leather holster together neatly, with the daggers facing the outside for easy access. Speeding between buildings through the backstreets, avoiding the main road, I realized I wasn't even panting. Hearing the whistle of a weapon flying through the air towards me, I launched myself forward, landing face down on the ground, watching a sharp, deadly looking ninja death star hit the ground in front of me, closely followed by another one. Pushing myself up off the ground, I dived to my right, between two buildings before sprinting forward again, launching myself at a drain pipe secured to the side of one of the buildings. Climbing, I kept glancing behind me to make sure no one was trying to kill me in my vulnerable situation. I panted hard as I reached a small ledge maybe four stories up, taking a minute or two to rest before I inspected the area. My eyebrows furrowed as I stared at the wall of windows in front of me, placing my palm against one of the windows near me sighing with relief as I felt it swing open. Glancing around and finding no other tributes near me, I crawled through, into the bare building. The floors were made of concrete, the walls a dull grey, along with everything else in the arena. Glancing around again, I started towards the stair well, climbing five floors before moving out into the main floor. Looking around I smiled slightly, seeing that the entire floor was made up of small cubicles assembled like a maze. I stood close to the wall of windows, staring down at the city floor far below, watching the tiny figures of the other tributes scurrying around, some falling as they were hit, their blood spurting across the concrete, creating little pictures with the pools of blood. Shaking my head in disgust I crawled my way back into the center of the cubicle maze, laying down on the ground using my empty quiver as a pillow, the arrows in a pile in the floor, my mind slowly drifting to a dark, deep sleep.
(A/N): Hope you liked it, even though it was a little bit dark and creepy. It's going to be really hard to kill off Krispen, I think, because he's really started growing on me. Hey, if I wrote like, an OC story with all my OC's from every fanfic I've written, do you think anyone would read it? Cos I have a lot of OC's.