Wow I have seriously no idea how to go on with this story, I have no inspirationand I need help. If any of you can think of anything please tell me, wether it's a pm or a review just help me.
Lev Campbell POV (D 4)
We're rolling into the bright colorfull capitol as I finish my late breakfast. In all honesty it's beautiful in an artificial kind of way, but it can never compare to the ocean. All of the interesting things that come washing in on the small arcing waves that bury themselves into the soft sand, or when the sun hits the water just right and making it a radiant blue. But I guess the capitol is nice, the tall buildings are artfully crafted into different shapes, some looking rounded and smooth while others are sharp and blocky. The people make the sidewalks look painted with how many different colors they wear, and even though we're hundreds of feet above them I can hear there cheers as they recognize our tribute train.
"Well finally." I hear an anoying voice say from across the table. Sam Golde, my district partner says as he goes to the window. You would think Sam would be nice with how his brother is, but not everything is shared in a family. Sam's brother, Daniel, is in my year at school. He's 18 now, but he's one of those people with early birthday's. Daniel is really nice, and handsome, so it's strange seeing how his brother acts. Where he is kind and understanding his brother comes of cruel and uncaring. I hate to admit it but I have had a crush on Daniel before, it's true, so it's hard to see his brother, who looks so much like him, come with me to the hunger games. Sam is a smaller version of Daniel, and even though there attitudes are complete opposites I know I could never kill him. Not only would everyone blame me for his death entirely, but I would be shut out by everyone.
If it came down to him and me he would win.
He smiles and waves at the capitolites below as I try and get my uncaring cocky face back on. That's what my strategy is, to look like I couldn't care less that I was here and that I have complete confidence that I would win. That's a lie, it all is, the happiness that some tributes seem to ooze, or the cockiness that the careers have, it's all a lie. We're all scared becasue we know that all of us go in, and only one can come out alive. The other tributes will most likely be dead in a matter of weeks and we all know it, so our fake brovado or happiness is all a cover, there is only one real emotion when it comes to the hunger games, fear.
Fear can make a person run faster then they've ever run before, fear can stimulate the body to do things nobody could ever imagine. Fear can push a person to do things that are inhumane and completely sadistic. But if you show any of the fear that courses through you in the hunger games you'll be dead on the first day. The hunger games is no place for weakness.
The train begins to slow to a stop as Sam and I ready ourselves in front of the door. It slides open without a sound as we're ingulfed by bright colors and flashing lights. We're escorted towards a buliding that seems twelve storys tall which I'm guessing is the training center and as we enter I see other tributes in the same situation we were in as we all head to our designated levels. Level four is lavishly decorated in deep blues and greens, probably trying to copy the beutiful colors of the sea.
"Alright listen up." our mentor Kailani says getting our attention. She is known as one of the most brutal and sadictic victors because she was part of the careers in her games, but early one she was on watch as everyone else sleeped. She was always good at knot tying and spears so it was simple to make five nooses hooked together and tye the end to a tree that was near the edge of a cliff. As the others slept she tied each noose around there necks and began choping down the tree with an axe. One of the others woke up, but it was to late and as the tree was thrown over the edge the five other careers were dragged over the edge by there necks. All of them died and she killed almost everyone else in an equaly sadistic manner. One twelve year old had it simple, because even though she killede easily does anyone feel right killing someone that young. "When the prep teams start don't complain at all, no matter what they do. It won't be pleasant but it's needed."
"Okay." We say at the same time.
"Good then go to your rooms and rest while you can."
We both walk to our rooms and just as I'm about to close the door I'm stopped by a hand on my shoulder. "I'm sorry that it's you and me going in, I know how you feel about my brother," Sam feels sorry? That's surprising," but don't let that make you think I'm giving up, I'm still going to be the one to come out alive." And there's the Sam I know.
"Whatever Sam." I say shrugging off his hand and slamming my door behind me.
I am so sorry it's taken this long to update, but my computer is broken so I'm using my friends. I won't be able to update very much, sorry.