District 10 Reapings
Cowgo Smoo (23) District 10 Victor
I go to the reaping. I sit in a chair. I smile. I scan the crowd. A name is reaped. I train them. They die. That's how this has gone for years. I'm almost ready to give up. This year, it might be the last one. I put on a happy face and walk forward, up on the stage. It's hard. These are things that my mentor told me. Her name was Henny Plucker. She killed herself while I was in the games. I used my talents to win and get back. I guess she didn't believe in me. So I became the mentor. There were no other victors so I was the mentor for both tributes for two years. That's how long it took to get a victor. I can't take too much credit, but I did boost morale. Argon Keenflake. He knew how to use an axe, as he lived in a rundown area of the district, without all the fancy technology, so he used one to kill livestock for profit. He's massive, big enough to be called giant boy by the careers that year. I, on the other hand, was bullied by almost every other tribute. Bullied for my name, and the fact that my vitiligo resembles a cow's spots. Being from the livestock district, this was even more ironic. But it taught me to keep my chin up. I smiled for most of my games, except when killing people after luring them to their deaths. It was a forest, but there was hardly any food. In the bloodbath, I got most of it. Tributes were starving. So I made cow and pig noises, sheep too, and they came charging, ready to eat the animals. I was waiting. And now, I'm waiting again, at the reapings. Just like Henny. The escort walks up, waving. They frown when nobody cheers. They go to the bowl. Girls first, as usual.
"Penelope Cannon!"
Somebody laughs. Why would anyone laugh? I start to stand, then sit back down. I can't do anything. A girl walks up. She has curly brown hair, and bright blue eyes. But the most notable thing is her nose. It is more of a snout really, like that of a pig. And her eyes are filled with tears as the other kids jeer. She blinks the tears away and walks up confidently. I stand up, I don't care if I shouldn't but I put my hand on her shoulder and look her in the eyes. I smile, and she smiles back. I'm gonna help her win this, so she can come back and have a better life. The escort moves on to the boys.
Argon Keenflake (20) District 10 Victor
I run through the field, away from the horrible monsters, the rotting corpses, chasing me. A hand touches my shoulder and I swing my axe at it. Oh god, it's the boy from nine, Silo, and I nailed him in the head. Damnit, I killed someone. Now only eight of us were left, as his cannon went off. Two more follow, and a moment later, a third. I keep running until I get to the shed. I run in and slam the door. Wait. I look around. It's the careers. The boy from 2 swings a sword at me but I shove him and he ends up slashing his district partner. Then I axe him in the head. Arms break through the walls and drag away the boy from 4. That leaves me and who else? I can't remember. A bottle smashed over my head reminds me. As two cannons fire, the girl from 2 grabs my leg and yanks me down before her cannon fires, making me easy prey for Vivienne, the gorgeous girl from 1. She snarls at me before leaping at me, but I kick her in the nose and blood splatters her eyes. She stumbles around, swinging a knife, and I smash a fist into her head. She's about eight inches shorter than me so as I get up, I kick her in the stomach, and she goes down. I stomp on her again and again until she stops moving, and I stop to breathe. But she was only feigning and slashes her knife at me, carving my eye. I bring my axe down, lopping off her arm, and swing it up again, chopping her head off. This is how I won my games, and I will never forget it. Everyone calls me Titan, or Giant, or other names, but I just want to be forgotten, so I can live in peace. It is my responsibility to mentor the male tribute from District 10, and I take it seriously. I care about them every time, and every time I watch them die, each time more gruesome than the last. This year will be different. I'm at the reaping, next to Cowgo. When the girl is reaped, she goes to hold her shoulder. Now for the boys.
"Delvin Devaruva!" A boy from the 16 year olds section slowly drags himself to the stage. He sees me and offers a faint smile, which I return. I can only hope we can do good this year, good enough to win.
Hey guys! I wanted to try something different, so we get to see the mentors perspective and learn about their games. Hope you enjoy!