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!
14th Games: Sparkle Reece: District One
I crouched behind a large berry bush with my ally, Macey, staring at the cornucopia in front of me, waiting for the hover crafts to drop off our gifts for the feast to begin. I really need food. Since I killed the girl from two and the boy from four, and fled the remaining careers and joined up with my ally and new best friend, Macey from district three, we haven't exactly had much to eat and drink.
I'm not your usual career, you see. I actually care. I can fight, don't get me wrong. I trained purely for self-defence, in case I ever got attacked or anything because of my looks. But then I became to good at training. When I was reaped, nobody bothered to volunteer, presuming that I was good enough and capable enough to win, not caring if I wanted to go in or not.
Macey and I don't want to kill. We have a deal. We're going to get down to the final two and she is going to kill me quickly so I have a quick, painless death. We're going to get her home to her loving family. Especially her little sister, Esme. I, on the other hand, have nothing to go home to. My Mother died when I was three, and my Father turned to alcohol.
He abuses me all the time. He constantly tells me that I am the reason for my Mother's death. I know I am not, she died of the flu, but the way he tells me, he makes me feel like I am the reason. He doesn't just abuse me with words though, he abuses me with actions to. One time, he cut all up my arms with a glass bottle.
The hover crafts drop off the supplies and Macey and I charge into the cornucopia. I sprint around, trying to find our boxes when Macey screams.
I turn around and find her lay flat on her stomach, an arrow sticking out of her back. I immediatly throw my sharpest knife at her murderer, the girl from four, who's district partner I killed.
The knife hits her directly in the temple, killing her immediatly. I look back at Macey and kneel down beside her, stroking her hair.
"Go home. Win for both of us. Don't go back to your Father. Grow up. Get married. Have kids. Protect them from the Hunger Games. Be happy" Macey tells me, taking deep breaths to stay alive long enough to tell me everything she needs to.
"I'm sorry I couldn't save you" I whisper.
I hold her hand as she takes her final breath, leaving me determind to win for both of us.
A/N This chapter is dedicated to WyldClaw for their lovley reviews! Thanks so much for reviewing so many times! I don't blame Willow either, I think I'd do that if I ever went into the games! Thanks again for reviewing! 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! Also, if you are curious to know when I will be writing, please check my writers schedule on my profile! 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! Thanks xxx