Okay, most of you probably don't want to hear a long list of excuses of why I haven't updated for months. All I can say is that I am extremely sorry, I never intended for whatever happened to happen. I know I may not be the world's greatest updater but please understand that I do still care about my story and you readers. And just to confirm, I did not stop writing The Titan Games.
The thing is I plan on this story to go a long way. I hope you'll stay long enough to read all of it until it is finished (however long that may take) but other than that, please enjoy the chapter I have updated today. Please leave a review; I really appreciate all the support given so far. It means the world to me :) I really love you guys, though I didn't update and left you hanging (whoops D:) I really, really do!
NOTE: I wish to once again inform you that the Titan Games has some Supernatural or unrealistic themes. Most of you might've picked up on this (and because of the genre) but if you do happen to see something with these matters please don't say "What? But that defeats the whole purpose!" Once again, despite this story being loosely based on The Hunger Games it does not have the same plot and realistic/futuristic setting. I swear I'll try to fix the story line in its own realistically unrealistic way (what did I just say?!) I can also tell you that I will try not to overdo the unrealistic situations.
Now, finally, one with the story!
"WELL IT'S NOT LIKE YOU DIDN'T KNOW this was bound to happen."
My ears prick up at the sudden voice of a man, whom I suppose I ought to recognise but cannot at the same time.
"Would it be a surprise if I said I did not? You yourself know that was a completely unfair advantage." This time a woman speaks, her words spitting an indignant tone at the man. I almost cringe at the sound of her voice which sounds harsh and alarming to my own ears. "I won't go on with it, and if you do it anyway then I will definitely do something about it. And the others...well they know exactly why. Enough is enough, and this year will not be an exception; you told me..." her voice trailed off and the other person sighed.
The room is silent for a little while but I stay still, not daring to open my eyes though desperately wanting to see the people sharing the conversation.
"I know, I did. But-"
There's a noise and they both fall silent again. I listen to hopefully hear more, and as I wait I realise that my throat hurts and my mouth feels dry. I hear a click, a greeting, and then another conversation starts up. Judging by the fact that I can now apparently hear three people, somebody had just entered the room. And the whole topic of their discussion has changed, much to my own displeasure.
It wasn't exactly eavesdropping...they did know I was there, just not conscious.
Attempting to be discreet, I turn my head slightly away from where the voices are coming from. The light appears to be too bright for my eyes when I open them, and I close them again because they seem to be leaving. What sounds like the door clicks again.
"Just don't stay too long, dinner will be in a while." One of the people says. "I'm sure she'll appreciate you coming in."
"Not a problem ma'am." The other replies and then the warbled noise of voices quieten down.
I am still scared to open my eyes because I'm most definitely certain that I'll find something I don't want to see.
Had the lady been referring to me? Frankly, I don't want to know what it could mean and what was going to happen. I didn't even know how I was put in such a situation when everything was going fine. I had only just tripped and tied the flag and then we won and-
We won.
How hard it was to contain realisation and strange happiness when pretending to stay unconscious! I bite the inside of my mouth to restrain from grinning and instead feeling a little bit of pain, helping myself to try and stay serious.
And then, something cold and wet is on top of my forehead. Of course, my first instinct and initial reaction is to jerk upwards, peal whatever it was off and hit whatever was in front of me as I went through the process. The defensive side of me still remains from the exercise course, and I can't control myself from trying to attack anything is making a type of contact with me.
"Hey it's just me! It's just me!" the person cries out. I don't know what I was really to think if I hadn't though it to be a person. I quickly stop swatting whoever it is, bewildered. "It's okay, just calm down..."
'Calm down'. The person's voice is rather soothing, and I find myself listening, my shoulders relaxing slightly. I feel as if I ought to recognise him. And once I focus on the figure with the apparent kindly smile I realise why.
"You!" I can't help but spit out indignantly, and I don't even care that I feel like my throat is burning. Oh of course it's just him. Jason's eyes widen and he looks generally confused at my sudden outburst. But I think I have every reason to get angry at him, and starting off with the fact that he was currently standing in front of my...
Bed. I find that I am in a bed in a room that looks very much like a nursing office-or infirmary. A completely clean room looking nothing else but blindingly white. I am even dressed in soft material of white. But with the observations and such aside, I go back to glaring at the district 1 tribute.
"What are you doing here?!"
Jason's expression still shows obvious surprise and it only irritates me more, because he's just staring at me like he doesn't know if I'm actually asking him the question. No, I'm demanding to know why he's here. "Well?" If he thinks he has every right to enter a place where I am staying just because his district can enter my district and that they have more privileges than us...
And of course he'll be likely to bring it up and remind me. Which leads me to my conclusion that I will never want to have to do anything with Jason Grace of 1.
Jason scratches the back of his neck, sheepishly. "Okay, I know I'm probably one of the last people you want to see-"
Maybe the last.
"-And especially after how I...fought out in the activity-"
You almost killed me.
"But I just wanted to come back and say-"
That you forgive me for outrunning your importance.
"That a test was something that I think should not be taken as seriously as I took it and I'm sorry if I hurt you in any way."
I don't know what I'm supposed to do with the amount of sincerity he's brought up in his words, so I make no hesitation to throw it back coldly with a look of utter distaste and Jason must realise that he hasn't completely answered my question, so he says:
"I came in to check on you."
I can't seem to get my head around his apologies and reasoning because frankly his Intimidating Soldier to Caring Stranger persona is really making me suspicious. In fact I'd prefer seeing the Jason I had bumped into in the woods just to confirm that I should not associate with him. But I do come up with one conclusion: he is very confusing.
However, I refuse to show him my own confusion. "Why?"
His blue eyes look upon me firmly, and it's hard not to cower away. "Because you were in a really bad state after-bleeding and everything, so many people were worried about you because it's been a day and a half. Apparently, you also had a fever, so I tried to help." He bends down and picks up a piece of cloth, the cloth looking damp in his hands.
I touch my forehead as if to feel if the wet remainder from the contact is still there. I remember the red blood trickling down my ankle and pain searing with every hurried step I took. Now I look down at my leg and see something of a scab and quickly cover the sheets to look away from the image.
My mouth feels very dry again. "Is there any water around here?"
While Jason goes away to make himself useful, I slump back into the bed. Though I had been reported to have been sleeping for a day and a half I still feel exhausted. The lights overhead are so bright that when I close my eyes I can make out spots of bright colours. They dance around and I see Leo's costume, creating sparks and brilliant flames that are enveloping the darkness.
Why couldn't he have been there when I woke up? Though, of course, he and the others would be training. Hazel, Dakota and Katie must be better now. I don't think I want to see either of them again.
Jason returns with a glass, and I have to control myself with swallowing the glass itself. I lick my dry lips and look at him. He raises his eyebrow in question.
"Aren't you going to visit the others now?" I say.
He shakes his head. "I've already."
"Right, of course." I hand him back the empty glass. "Thank you; I appreciate your time, Jason Grace."
He looks at me for a while contemplating what I just said, but doesn't say anything in response. His fingers brush over mine when grasping the item and a sudden electrocuted spark occurs between the touch. I pull my hand back in alarm, because frankly, I did not like what happened at all.
Jason's already at the door when he speaks. "You know, you are convincing. I think I would've believed anything you said, but..." he's looking at me, like he finds something amusing, and then he smiles, but my trust for him says otherwise to return it.
"I am pretty certain you were lying just then."
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