Well, we are on our second to last group, and this group only has 6 POVs, so that means it's only two chapters! Ayeeee. I also decided, since the Capitol tributes never actually like, died, they'll be no reawakening chapter. It'll just go straight into their year that they are in.
Here's the situation:
Been to every nation
Nobody's ever made me feel the way that you do
You know my motivation
Given my reputation
Please excuse me, I don't mean to be rude
But tonight I'm loving you.
Shawn Wheel
Reawakened Tribute #15
Mackenzie's Group
Well that's a headache.
I also don't know where I am, which can mean either I had a wild party the night before, or something is really wrong. Wait, I couldn't have been at a party. I was at the Hunger Games. Holy freaking crap, I WON THE HUNGER GAMES.
"Spare no applause people. Your Victor is here." I say under my breath.
My headache starts to calm down, and I start to notice that there are other people in this room. I don't think they have realized I woke up, because they are talking about something I don't think I'm supposed to hear.
"It's like they wanted me to lose my mind. Picking a tribute that fell off the platform early? What is this? How am I supposed to rebuild a human. They didn't even bother to grab him before he fell. They just let him fall, swept up the pieces and handed them over. Here, reattach this dead dude."
Man, whoever he reattached I feel bad for. I bet it was that District 6 girl, she was always a little bit flakey. I think she might have gotten scared once the buzzer sounded.
"Yeah, well this tribute sure did have a lot to lose. He actually had a pretty decent job back in 9." says a female voice.
Wait, 9?!
It was then that I realized that I had no feelings in my legs. I crack my eyelids open a little, and notice that my legs are open on the operating table. The veins and muscles are all over the place, and none of them are attached to my body. Something is wrong. Something is very wrong. I can't be the one that died on the platform. I was the Victor. I won this whole game. This was my year!
"Who ended up winning this games? The games was a giant board game right?" ask the doctor.
"Yes, it was a giant board game." says the nurse. "I think it was the girl from 6 if I remember correctly."
"You've got to be freaking kidding me." I say out loud.
They both look at me freaking out, and then jump for the sedative that is on the counter. I try to fight them off of me. I have so many questions, so many things to know and find out! Without your legs though, it makes life a bit hard.
"Don't worry kid, we'll have you up and moving in no time." says the nurse as my vision starts to get fuzzy and I drift away.
14 Years after Reawakening
Shawn Wheel, 14
Mackenzie's Group
District 9 Boy
"Honora, I know I tell you this often, but damn girl, you're looking fine today."
She rolls her eyes. Her and her gang of evil mean witches are currently walking towards their seats that they take in the cafeteria. It's funny, because if these girls didn't grow up together, I don't think any of them would be friends. Jinx and Vera just needed a leader, and that so happened to be Honora. Ava tags along because she's dating Joseph, and cool boys have to date cool girls. Carmen and Artemis are there due to career status? Whatever that means. We are all technically careers.
Directly to their left is the table of frat boys. Ares, Julian, Nickle, Joseph, and Wyatt. Their conversations consist of which of these girls have the best, uh, assets and sometimes if they're feeling extra competent they'll discuss important things. For example, is Joseph getting some? Are they still sneaking out to go to the bar tonight? They are pretty much celebrities after all. With the nation watching us grow up, one can only not abuse their birth right of celeb power for so long.
In front of that table sits the kids that are cool, but in their own group cool? If that makes sense. Like, they aren't the mean girls, or the frat house. Coed matures? Anyways, that group consist of Jade, Caius, Sylvia, Sashen, Orion, and me.
"You know one day they're going to just snap. You're going to end up with a fork in your neck." says Jade. She turns to me and smiles. "I can't wait."
"Baby, you know you want to get with this."
"Gross," she says. "I saw you in your MegaRanger tighty whities when we were kids. You're basically my brother."
"Eh." I say. "Our kids will still come out normal." I say with a wink.
Caius bust out laughing, and Sylvia raises her eyebrows in surprise. Jade responds with throwing a grape at my head, and before I can even respond mom is already on me.
"Have you two lost your minds?!" she ask us giving us the, "if you don't stop right now, I'm going to shove my foot so far up your butt you'll taste it" look.
"He's being gross, mom!" says Jade in response.
Mom gives me a glare, and I know that it's time to quit. That seems to be a common occurrence in this "family". It's weird. We all know that we aren't related. Like, there is no way that a hispanic woman, mom, can have 4 white kids, a black child, and a hispanic child. It didn't take us long to realize that we weren't actually siblings. It was a heart breaking conversation for mom.
"Guys, is it just me or did my pizza just move?" ask Orion as he stares at the pizza in shock.
"Shut up, we all told you this morning to pack a lunch." says Sashen with teasing smile. You know, I've been here for what, nine years now? Anyways, nine years and I never noticed how pretty she was.
I guess you could call me the group flirt. It's ironic. Most of us tend to shy away from couple stuff. You know, as the outcome is certain heartbreak. Even if one half of us survives, the other half will have to die in order for that to happen. Joseph and Ava are strange about it though.
"We'd rather be happy and in love while we can." They say all the time. I call bullshit. Joe wants some, and Ava just wants to feel wanted.
That's all we all want. I know we were dealt a shitty hand. This isn't something that I was wanting to happen. I didn't wake up one day and say, "Yeah, I think I'm going to go enter a games where I can potentially die, and just you know, rock it." I was chosen. It isn't fair, but it isn't exactly something we can change.
People like me don't get to win the Hunger Games. People like me are the ones who die first or second. I've come to that realization for awhile. I had a peak when I was 10, but it's all been downhill from there.
"I'm off to piano, guys." says Jade as she gets up from the table.
"Damn girl, if I can watch you go away that's fine."
"Try not to drool." she says with an annoyed tone.
R-E-S-P-E-C-T
Find out what it means to me.
R-E-S-P-E-C-T
Take care, TCB
Jade VanBelle, 14
Mackenzie's Group
Capitol Female Tribute
Running my hands across the keys is one of the most relaxing parts of my days. I feel the music. I know that sounds weird. It's not exactly something that most people feel. I do however.
I bet you can probably tell that I don't have the best life. I'm pretty much destined to die in an arena that has been planned since I was baby, but hey we all have our struggles right?
I love the piano because of the different combinations you can make on the notes. There are some that work perfectly together, and there are some that clash horrifically. In a way it's just like people. We have our people that click, and our people that don't.
"That was really good."
Speaking of people we don't.
Nickle comes in and is standing next to the piano. He is smiling at me, and I stop playing. I don't particularly like Nickle. I barely like my friend group. So the fact that this idiot is even forcing me to acknowledge his existence is annoying to me.
"I'm sorry, but did I ask you to pull down my panties and blow a compliment up my ass?"
Harsh, I know. That's really the only way to be. I don't believe in this whole social thing that they keep talking to me about. I don't see how me having a friendly environment with someone like Ares would keep him from killing me in the games. If I have a moment to kill someone, it's going to happen.
"Come on now, Jade. You weren't acting like that at the bar two days ago." says Nickle as he scoots closer to me. The distance between us is less than comfortable, and he has the sex appeal of a buzzard's crotch, so I'm not feeling this.
"I was drunk, any idea how that happened? I ordered a tea."
"You know as well as I do. We aren't exactly people that can blend in, Jade."
"I bet." I say with an eye roll.
I close my eyes and begin playing again. I'm not even sure what it is. It's just something that feels right. Mom gets mad at me for always playing. She tells me that if I put half as much effort into training that I did for piano, I could be better than Honora. I don't want to be better than Honora. I doubt that the person that wins this will ever be someone that is at the top of the list at the end of each year. Sylvia has already told me she's taking Wyatt out as soon as possible. Something about it makes me believe it too, she's a little intense.
"Look, Nickle, as much as I would love to sit here and pretend that I care about your babble. I don't have time for this. I don't have a lot of time in her per day, and this is my time to just unwin-"
He places his lips to mine, and a spark of rage fuses through my entire body. Did I not just tell him to leave me alone, and that I'm not interested?! That doesn't mean try harder.
I grab his hand, and place it on the keys. From there I manage to slam the piano cap on top of his hand. He lets out a loud scream, and then looks at me super confused.
"What the heck?! I thought you were playing hard to get?!"
"Yeah, because most girls saying no means kiss me." I say with a annoyed tone. "Girls with faces like mine don't talk to boys with bodies like yours. Your puny, and if we are being honest, you're only in your friend group so that they have someone to make fun of."
"That's not true!"
"But it is," I say as I get up from my piano. "You're a joke Nickle. Nothing that you ever do will change that. Sure you'll make it kind of far in the games. Maybe if you don't annoy the hell out of the people you're aligned with, but I'll be damned if you ever win. Get out of my face."
I try to walk past him, but he grabs ahold of my arm and stops me in my place he spins me around and forces me to look at him.
"You don't talk to me like that!" he says
"Oh please, spare me the respect talk. You just basically forced yourself on me. Now do I have to kick your ass, or are you going to wise up and let me go?"
I'm top of my class at hand to hand combat. It's one of the only ways that I get mom off my back. I've pinned all the boys down. It's all about agility in that. Nothing to do with strength really. What's a strong dude supposed to do if he can't catch you?
"We are talking about this later." he says as he walks past me.
"Yes, dad." I say with a sarcastic tone.
I pull out my phone and start to text Carmen.
Nickle just showed me his package.
I wasn't impressed LOL.
She'll spread it. I know she will.
I wouldn't call me a vindictive person as much as a person who rights wrongs for myself. I've never liked letting other people handle things for me. It's not something.
"Will Jade VanBelle please report to the front office. Will Jade VanBelle please report to the front office."
Well that didn't take long. Carmen works fast.
Walking down the hall is funny, because people think I actually care. I have my own way of doing things, and the administration just can't see past it. Walking into the office is nothing new for me. I'd like to say that me and Rachel have a pretty tight knit bond.
I walk into her office and sit in the chair across from her desk. I clear my throat to let her know that I was here, and she turns around in her office chair. Her hair is greying, which is weird because she's supposed to be like, what, 30 something?
"Firstly, I'd like to thank you for inviting me into your hideously furnished office. If this is about the sexual harassment don't worry I'm fine, however, I would appreciate it if you were to do something about Mr. 2 centimeters and his impulse-"
"Jade we are more focused on the fact we believe you broke Nickle's fingers."
"Are we forgetting the fact that he forced himself on me? Come on, Rachel. You have to know that that wasn't cool."
"I'm Ms. Callowgwey to you. Yes, it wasn't cool. However, neither is assault."
I roll my eyes. This lady cannot be serious.
"So what am I supposed to do?" I ask angry.
"Apologize." says Rachel as she turns to the window again. Feeling that the conversation was over, I walk out of the room and towards the hallway. I don't even make it five feet before I see Nickle standing against the locker with his hands wrapped up. He is smirking from ear to ear, and he is giving me a look that literally makes me want to explode.
"Do you have something you want to say to me?" he ask in a sarcastic tone.
"Yeah," I say trying to sound sympathetic. "I do." I throw him up against the locker, and bounce his head against wall. He winces as I reach down and grab his hand that is wrapped, and also slam it up against the locker.
"I'm sorry that you've made an enemy out of someone so dangerous. Just remember that the games are less than three years away at this point, and I'm a grudge holder."
"I-I-I'm sorry."
"You have no idea how sorry you will be." I say as I walk down the hallway and strut back into the cafeteria right as the bell rings. My friends get up, and Sylvia looks at me concerned. I shrug it off. "I'm okay." I say.
We walk into Iris room where we will begin our first day of long distance weapons. What a bummer. I was in the mood for something to punch.
I like looking hot,
buying stuff they cannot.
I like drinking hard,
maxing dad's credit card
I like skipping gym,
Scaring him,
Screwing her.
I like killer clothes,
Kicking nerds in the nose.
Wyatt Lane
Reawakened Tribute #16
Mackenzie's Group
I remember Aliset and her trident. The feeling of the blood dripping out of my body. My own mortality as I realized that this was it. I was officially dying. I don't know why I'm still here. I feel normal. I feel fine. If this is some sort of afterlife, I want no part of it. I want to be left alone, and able to just be at peace.
"Is he fully revived?" ask a female voice. She appears to be right next to me, and I can't see her. There is a blinding light in my eyes, and I can barely make out distinct fuzziness. I have no idea what she means by revived? Is this not the after life? Am I not dead.
"His vitals are back to normal." says a male voice. "However, his consciousness is on him. The machine will be able to bring him back, however, waking up on his own is preferred. If he has no desire to live, he won't make it long this time around."
I gave up. That's what I did. The invisible boy from seven gave up in his Hunger Games. I can't even remember if I cracked the top 5. I don't deserve to be here. If they're reviving tributes, I'm not one that needs to be revived.
"You're better off without me."
My vision returning I see the look of shock on the nurses and doctors face. The doctor smiles sweetly as she walks over to me and puts her hand on mine.
"Hello, Wyatt. How are you feeling."
"Like crap." I say not looking at her. The male nurse walks over and stares sympathetically. I don't deserve it. I'm a waste of the space that this bed could be used for. I'm a horrible person.
"Wyatt, you must have a lot of questions."
"Why am I back?"
"You were chosen. They needed you. They needed someone with your convictions, or at least someone without them."
"You're barking up the wrong tree lady. I don't want to be here."
I notice there is a pen in her pocket of her jacket. If I can get her close enough I'll be able to reach it, and I can end this once and for all.
Screw it. It's now or never.
Not bothering to walk on the side of caution I reach up and grab the pen. I try to jam it into my neck, when the male nurse grabs my hands. The doctor reaches across the bed, and starts pressing buttons on what looks to be some sort of watch. I hadn't noticed it was on me.
"Wyatt I'm so sorry I-" is the last thing I hear.
14 years after Reawakening
Wyatt Lane, 14
Mackenzie's Group
District 1 Male
These morons are embarrassingly bad at archery. It honestly can't be that hard to hit a target, I mean what, is it going to run away? Well, actually it very well could run away in a scenario like the games. And essentially that's all they are here, targets. All lined up nicely and ready for my to kill.
"Wyatt, you're up." says Iris as she hands me a bow and arrow. "Remember what we talked about. Line it up, aim it, and shoo-"
I shoot the arrow, and it lands with a thud into the target. Not quite a bullseye, but hey, I didn't want to make them feel to bad about themselves. I turn to face Iris who looks mildly impressed, and the look on terror that sits on the other tributes faces.
They know you're going to win.
There isn't any doubt in my mind. Who do I have to worry about? Honora? She's as fickle as the minds of this great nation with her moods. Honora doesn't scare me. She should be scared of me. Everyone should be scared of me. They should all want to be me! I'm Wyatt Lane. Future Victor of the first ever Hunger Games.
I already have a ton of sponsors picked up. I've been in the top three placements for pretty much my entire time in this academy. People have watched us grow up, and quite frankly not everyone in this group has what I have. Which is perfection.
I'm not cocky. I'm merely honest. Better people are merely just worth more to the world. The problem is I'm not a better person, I'm the best.
"Is that it? Come on Iris. I thought I'd have a bit of a challenge today."
I hand her back the archery equipment and head back to my group. The boys are all congratulating me, and as they should. It's funny really. If you think about it, their whole lives have been pretty much to help me excel. I already have the order of which I'll pick them off. Nickle has always been a little more defiant, and a real self thinker. I might even take him out in the bloodbath. Followed by Julian, who let's be real, I never did like. Then I would take out Artemis, because she is probably the only one here who I think can beat me. The list goes on, but ultimately I plan on destroying these tributes, and rubbing their face into the ground of their mediocrity and worthless lives.
"Wyatt, you need to be respectful of the other tributes progress." says Iris as she is helping Ava set up her bow and arrow. Joseph is smiling widely, and honestly it's annoying. He has all the makings of being my right hand man if it wasn't for that girl he is infatuated with. I'm all for the ladies don't get me wrong, I mean have you seen Katarina? But I'm not here to make friends, or to be Panem's next best gentlemen. I am here to be the Victor. Which is what I do, and in order to that all of these tributes have to die.
Joseph will go deep with me. He has resilience. I just don't know if Ava will be a liability or a helpful factor in his development.
"She's so beautiful." says Joseph as he stares at her. She takes a shot that misses the whole damn target by at least a mile and a half. That's not me being dramatic either. The girl is an awful shot.
"She's something." I say.
She takes another shot, and at least with this one she makes it kind of close to the target. We sit there and watch, and it takes the girl another 10 minutes to finally get an arrow into the target, and that's not even close to the center. Joseph runs up and congratulates her, and I'm honestly sick to my stomach.
One by one the commoners walk up to the line, and take a shot. One by one I get to analyze where they are as far as progress. I'll be honest. Looking back on the history of the Hunger Games, if we were all in separate games we might have a chance. Especially Sylvia who seems a little more resilient. However, she just doesn't have the desire to back it up.
I have no problem killing these kids. Growing up with them or not, I'm doing the world a favor by winning.
"Alright guys." says Iris. "Go ahead and get changed. We've had a super productive day today. Starting tomorrow we will be meeting in here for over half the day for the duration of your time in the academy. We want you weapon ready. Today was an intro, the rest of these four years are all what you do with it."
Yeah, and I'll do everything within my power to make sure that these kids know their places. Which is second through twenty-sixth.
Well, I have a number of announcements.
The first of which is we are officially 5 chapters away from the bloodbath. (OH SNAP WHAT?!) Yeah, we have 3 more reaping chapters, then graduation, (which is technically the final training scores), then we have the graduation party, (which is the parade/interviews), then the bloodbath!
The second is that, there are a number of tributes who had their submitter disappear, I know that there is not going to be a review for every chapter, don't get me wrong i'd LOVE that, however, I understand we all have lives. I am getting to the point where I'm picking bloodbaths. So heads up.
Love you guys.
Keep it classy,
Caleb
