I'm Yours, You're Mine

by District4-divergent-nephilim

She is a victor. she fought hard for her freedom in the arena, but like so many others, the Capitol made her pay the consequences. She is Victoria Shores, victor of the 61st Hunger Games, and this is her story. BTW, everything is pushed back ten years, so Finnick won the 55th, etc. Katniss/Peeta still win the 74th, though. Rated T because people die violently in the arena. (Duh)

10. Chapter 10

Disclaimer: I don't own the Hunger Games. I own a few grains of sand on the beaches of District 4. (JK, I don't even own that much.)

The next morning, I eat breakfast in my room. I walk towards the elevator after I've changed. I'm surprised to see Finnick come out of the elevator, with puffy eyes and darks circles. His appearance makes me step back a little bit. "What happened to you?" I ask. "None of your business, princess," he says tiredly. "Why do you look like that?" I press. "Once again, princess, it's none of your business."

"Oh, Finnick, I've been meaning to ask you something. I know Marlin goes to the Capitol every few months. He says he has work to do, but I don't believe him. What does he do? I thought you might know," I say. Finnick gets an angry look on his face. "Not important until after you're the victor. Now, leave me alone and stop asking me questions. Curiosity can get you killed in the arena," he says angrily. Then he storms to his room.

I roll my eyes and get on the elevator. The only station I haven't done is axe throwing. First, though, I do the gauntlet twice. I get through unscathed both times. I walk over to the axe throwing station. I pick a small axe with a short wooden handle. When I throw it, it sinks into the dummy up to the handle, right in the center of the target. I smile.

I think I've found my weapon. Of course, it could be a lucky throw. I do it thirty more times, and each one is the same as the first. Yep, this is MY weapon. It feels like throwing a cross between a trident and a knife. And it doubles. You can throw it like a spear, or swing it like a sword.

All through lunch, I don't join n the chitchat of the other members of the pack. I try to decide what to do in my private session. By the time that River is called, I know what I'm going to do. I enter the gym when they call my name. "Welcome, Ms. Marino. You have five minutes to impress us with your skills. Please begin," says a gamemaker in a special purple robe. It's the head gamemaker.

I pick three spears off the rack. The wrestling mat is hanging on the wall, so I use that as a target. I throw the spears quickly, and they make a small diagonal line ( / ). I smile, because my idea might actually impress them. I take four tridents and throw them. They make two separate horizontal lines ( _ _ ). Next I throw five knives, and they land just like spears did ( / ). The only things left for me to throw are axes. I grab four and throw them quickly, because I'm pretty sure I'm running out of time. They make two vertical lines ( l l ). I step back so the gamemakers can see what I've done. All together, they form one giant 11. They dismiss me, and I bow and thank them.

After I get upstairs, Finnick immediately asks me what I did in the session. I'm about to answer him when I remember how rude he was to me this morning. "It's none of your business, princess," I say, smirking. He rolls his eyes. After eating a big dinner, we settle down on the couch to watch Caesar Flickerman announce the scores on television. The screen flickers on and Caesar appears. He talks about how important training scores are, and then he grabs his list that he reads off of. "Let's get started, shall we?" he asks.

Pictures of Maddie and Alistair appear on the screen on either side of him. "For lovely Ms. Madeline Emeralds of District 1, a score of ten!" A ten rotates slowly around the picture of Maddie. "Alistair Gleam, also from District 1, with a score of nine!" A nine revolves around Alistair's face. I smile, because Maddie got a great score, but I can almost hear Alistair groaning from here. Usually Career boys get higher scores than Career girls.

"Moving on to District 2 now." Pictures of Anna and Oliver pop up. "For Anna Sevine, a score of nine! And for Oliver Quarry, also from District 2, a score of eleven!" I roll my eyes and drag my hand down my face. He only got that because he looks big and strong, I bet. The girl from Three, named Caroline, manages to pull an eight.

"Now, District 4, the most talked about District this year, is next." I hope Oliver hates that Caesar said that. I smile and silently thank Caesar for saying that. "Ms. Victoria Rose Marino, who is engaged to a previous victor, I might add, has a score of… eleven!" I shriek. River knuckle bumps me. "And River Trinana, also from District 4, has a score of ten!" I high-five River. He grins and pumps his fist into the air.

I don't pay much attention to the rest of the scores, which are mostly average, at about a three or a four. But I do notice that the girl who painted herself into a rock, Jacqueline, gets a seven. The girls from Nine and Ten both get sevens. Their names are Sarah and Katherine, respectively. I remember overhearing them talk about an alliance at the hammock-making station.

Caesar reminds us to tune in and watch tomorrow's interview (Yeah, right. Like anyone in the entire country, not counting the Capitol, was given an option of whether they wanted to watch the interviews or not). The TV shuts off. Finnick, Leona, and Mags start clapping. "What are the pack's odds, Finnick?" River asks. "Let me check," Finnick says, digging in his pocket. Finally he pulls out a slightly crumpled piece of paper. He must have gotten it wherever the mentors go when their tributes are in training and in the arena. "Um, District 1… the girl has 5-1 odds. The boy has 7-1 odds," he says, dragging his finger down the list. "The girl from District 2 has 6-1 odds. The boy has 3-1 odds." I roll my eyes. I'm sure Oliver is quite good at swinging his little mace around, but he probably got such good odds because he's big and strong-looking.

He smoothes out a few wrinkles in the page. "River, you have 4-1 odds. ViVi, you have 3-1 odds." Yes! I'm tied with Oliver! Now we're going to have to fight to be pack leader, since we're tied with almost everything. We're both eighteen, we both got elevens in training, and we both have 3-1 odds. And I know I can win the leadership But I can't kill him right in the beginning. Anna would probably desert if I did.

I lay down on my bed after my shower. I hear Finnick yelling reminders to River and I that private sessions with mentors and stylists for the interview tomorrow. I fall asleep quickly. During the night, I dream Marlin and I are on a boat, getting really bad sunburns. When we get back to shore, everyone on my prep team except Liza has a heart attack.

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