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!
13th Games: Willow Faye: District Twelve
I stayed sat in the willow tree, shaking. I just killed someone. The girl from two. I killed her with her own weapon. She was just a child. She didn't deserve to die. I only killed her in self defence.
I was hunting for water when she charged up to me. She was alone. I presumed she was supposed to be watching the supplies whilst the rest of the careers were hunting, but she got bored, and decided to do a bit of hunting herself. She saw me and laughed. She pounced on me, like a lion, and wrestled me to the ground. I am a very weak person, so I have no idea how I did it, maybe it was the fear that I was going to die that did it, I grabbed hold of her wrists and snapped them backwards, making her recoil in pain, giving me time to jump up and take her mace. I swung it with all the strength I could muster and hit her around the head furiously until her cannon went off. When the cannon went off I was horrified by wat I had done. I ran and ran until I found my special tree that kept me well hidden from the other tributes. I climbed to the highest branch and cried for hours over what I had just done.
Yeah, that girl, Furia I think her name was, wanted to kill me, and would have succeed if I hadn't have killed her, but she was forced to do it. In district one, two and four, but two especially, they are trained to kill. Trained to go into the Hunger Games and win. Trained to kill people for fun. It's not there fault though! It's the Capitols fault for making them like that. Capitol slaves. Robots.
Now, her family is sat at home, sad. A Mother and Father, lost their brave, strong daugher. Probably a little brother or sister, wondering why there big sister isn't home like usual, and why Mummy and Daddy are crying all the time. Perhaps she even had an older sibling, who mourns of their little sister who they taught everything they knew. Not because they wanted her to kill. Because they wanted her to come home.
I don't think I'll ever be able to live with myself. I killed her. I killed an innocent child. I'm a murderer. I can't even think straight. All that's going round my head is the word 'Murderer!' chanting so many times I think I'll throw up.
I'm not gonna move for the rest of the games. I'll just stay in my tree. I don't care anymore. I don't deserve to live. I'll die in days. Slowly. Like I deserve because I'm a murderer.
A/N This chapter is dedicated to Daughteroflove7491 for their lovley review! I'm so glad you liked James! 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