There were 75 Hunger Games. There were 75 Victors. We only know the popular ones. But what about the forgotten ones? They were just as affected. So here it is. A chapter per victor! Enjoy!
11th Games: James Fast: District Six
I'm not a career. But I'm not a snivelling little kid like usual from the outer districts. I have some skill. I am so used to working in the factories in district six, making train parts with my Father, that I know how to use lots of different mechanisms, therefore, making me amazing with snares and traps. My one advantage of the others. I've already caught one tribute and killed her. Jade Jones, district seven.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not your average, warped, phsycopathic, mass murderer. I do have feelings believe it or not. I only kill because I have to, and I make sure that my victims have no sufferering. When I caught Olivia, I stabed her once throught the heart with my sharpest knife. The only reason I am sucking up to the Capitol and doing as they want is only because my Mother needs me. She's desperatly ill with cancer, and if I win, I can pay for her to have the special treatment that will make it go away and never come back. If it wasn't for my poor, dying Mother, I would have dropped down my weapons the second the gong sounded and waited for my death, whilst screaming abuse at the Capitol until my cannon went off.
So, you see, I don't actually want to win these unfair, cruel, twisted games. I need to win them. I want to make my Mother better. It's not fair other wise. Every day, my Father gets frailer and frailer, and the light in his eyes gets dimmer and dimmer as the hope we have of my Mother getting better gets slimmer and slimmer. I desperatly want to restore that light to my Father's eyes and get my Mother out of her bed, where she is stuck because she is to ill to move.
I have a good chance of winning, though. I have my skill, plus, I have been sucking up to the Capitol since I volunteered. I need them on my side, as I want them to leave me alone when I win. I know that when, if, I get out of the arena, President Snow will practically own me. He can do whatever he wants with me. If he doesn't like me, and he thinks I spark any sort of rebellion, he will kill my family in an instant, and I can't let that happen. If he kills my family, I know I'll be broke and I'll be living life with a morphine needle sticking out my left arm, just like my mentor Madeline Rose, who won the fifth games. Then again, from what I heard anyway, she was an addict before she went into the games anyway.
That's when I heard it, footsteps. I made sure my snare was all in place, and ran tohide behind the pile of rocks and wait. I heard the noisy chatter of the careers coming towards me. Oh shit. I gulped, wating for them to find me and slowly torture me to death. However, I soon heard a scream, and as I turned t look, I saw it was the remaining two careers, the girl from one, and the boy from four, both hanging upside in the air, helplessly. Completely at my mercy.
A/N Hope you liked this chapter, sorry it was a bit boring, and deep, I just wanted to write something different to bloodshed! This chapter is dedicated to Marauderettetribute0922 for their review! Thanks! In case you didn't already know, I've decided that I will dedicate every chapter to a different one of my lovely reviewers! Whoever sends me the best review that makes me smile, or gives me advice in a nice way will get a shout out! There will be a different shout out every chapter! If you have a character you would like featured in my story, please don't hesitate to PM me! Thanks for all my lovely reviews, favouirtes and follows, I really appreciate them all! Also, I owe you all a MASSIVE appology for my lack of updates! Thanks again for sticking with me and this storyxxx
