Hyperion Corvinus,18, District 2 male
"The finale is upon us, this match up will determine the male volunteer for this year's hunger games!" An instructor stands between me and my foe, Gerald Fritzroy. Both of us fought our way through our opposing opposition and here we are. He won his fights through honor, respect and integrity but I don't believe in that. In a fight, everything is fair game, if I have to get dirty, then I'll absolutely do that and I've shown that in my previous outings.
Everyone looks down on me, citing my lack of honor, how dirty I am and I grit my teeth whenever I hear those words, but I'll do anything, anything necessary to impress him…
We're in the training facility and the onlookers surround us sitting in their seats but I keep a focused look on my face and grip my sword tightly, I just have to win…I just have to win this fight and maybe then he'll notice me…
"You guys know what to do, have fun and don't get too rough!" the instructor orders before standing a safe distance away from us and that's when me and Gerald begin circling each other.
"You dirty little scumbag, I see how you play using your cheap and dirty tricks, I'm going to end you here, and no one's going to visit your dirty ass in the hospital once I'm done with you, cause no one likes you, you pig!" He scolds me and those words hurt…I know who I am, and I hate myself for it but whatever I need to do for him to acknowledge me!
"You'll end up just like the rest of them, you're nothing but a pest in my way to achieving greatness!" I counter.
"Greatness? You actually find some comfort in the things you do? You fucking snake!" He glares me.
"Someone has to." I state and some cheers begin pouring in for Gerald while others are booing me telling me how much I suck. I try to zone it out, but I'm finding that difficult to do.
He suddenly lashes at me and I weave his strike from his sword but I counter trying to strike him back and he knocks my blade out of my hand as the cheers get louder.
He maintains a calm stance and patiently tries to pick away at me but I weave all of his strikes and pick up my blade before we circle around each other again.
"You're weak Hyperion, and you know it, without your little tricks you aren't anything…and you never will be!" he says through gritted teeth and I lose my patience and lash at him but he parries my attack and I'm sent stumbling to the floor as some laughs break out. They're laughing at me, this is just like before…me being a weakling when I first entered this academy and not being to do anything!
"You can yield now, save yourself the embarrassment even though you'll always carry some shame with you, you can go out while you still have a bit of dignity left." He suggests and I stand up before doing a defensive stance. He's more skilled than me, I'll admit that but like I said before, honor and integrity, those don't exist to me!
"Dirty and persistent, hmmph guess I'll just to beat you into submission then!" He lunges at me again and I block both of his slashes before spinning out of the way of his third strike and I counter, our swords slamming against each other and we glare each other for a moment but I quickly spit into his eyes and he growls in both anger and shock. Boos immediately ring out but I kick the side of his knee while he's stumbling the opposite way and I hear a crack as his leg bends in a awkward angle causing him to holler in pain and fall to the floor. I then aim my sword at his throat while the boos get even louder.
I'm pretty sure his leg is broken right now so he'll be unable to continue.
"You suck! You suck! You suck! You suck!" chants pour in for me as the instructor shakes his head at me and examines Gerald whose on the floor howling in pain, he then points a flag at me.
"The Winner and volunteer for this years hunger games, Hyperion Corvinus…" the instructor announces in disgust as medical responders begin making their way towards Gerald with a stretcher and the "you suck" chants get louder but I simply walk into the male's locker room and turn on the steaming shower before looking at my face in a mirror.
"You disgust me…" I curse myself, I'm doing all of this for a cause, but that doesn't mean it doesn't bother me. The lower I see myself go, the more I despise myself.
I open my eyes a little wider and remove my blue eye contacts that helps disguise who I really am, the result of a one night stand that my father tried to hide away. He's also the man I crave acknowledgement from though, but all he does is take one look at me and he's reminded over and over of the "mistake" he made, how much of a disappointment i am...
I don't know who my actual mom is, I just remember from a very young age my father pulling me into a room and ordering me to wear blue colored contacts whenever possible, I didn't know what he meant at first but I was eventually able to put two and two together and realize Seraphina who's his wife isn't my actual birth mother. They both harbor the secret together, not wanting it to spill out into the public what a dishonorable man he is.
Both of them ignore me and just pretend I don't even exist for the most part but my half brother Adonis, whose treated like a king by them always tries to be on good terms with me, but I envy him. I envy the fact that he knows he wasn't the result of some one night stand, that he knows who his parent's are, that he has the love and affection that I desperately seek and it pisses me off! Adonis, he's nothing but a rival to me!
I eventually joined the academy as a way to try and win their affection, maybe once they saw how strong I was, maybe just maybe they'll finally acknowledge me.
I busted my ass day in and day out though, sometimes staying overnight in the facility to train and better myself but no one ever noticed me or my skills. Me volunteering and winning, I do that and he'll have no choice but to acknowledge me…to accept me!
I look at my face for a while longer and anger rises in me as I think of all the horrible things I've had to do to try and win his love but I suddenly punch the mirror and it shatters into pieces. I'm a monster but I have to be a monster if I hope to win his love, I have to be this way in order for him to notice me but that doesn't mean I'm proud of the things I do, I hate myself more and more because of it but…it's just what I need to do!
Once I finish showering, I'm sure mostly everyone left and that's when I open my locker and pull out a note book with a bunch of crossed out names on it, it's become an interest of mine to find my birth mother, my father was a promiscuous man so the possibilities are nigh endless but that doesn't mean I can't try to figure out who she is. Knowing who my mom is, that'll make me feel a little bit better about myself.
The latest woman I have on here is someone by the name of Azalea Bennett. The last woman I seeked out flat out said she wasn't my mom but that she knew a woman who worked as a maid that my father had a fling with some time before I was born and that woman is Azalea. I figure I should just head over to her place right now and just get it over with.
I insert my blue contacts and switch in a more casual attire consisting of a buttoned up polo and some jeans before heading out.
According to my source Azalea is about a 20 minute walk from here so I try to ignore all the people I pass by giving me scornful looks and mumbling things under their breath and I eventually reach Azalea's door and knock on it.
"W-who is it?" A timid sounding woman answers through the door.
"Hi, my name is Hyperion Corvinus, would it be ok if I have a word with you?" I try to ask as politely as possible.
"Corvinus…" I hear her mumble and after a long pause I figure she left and I'm about to walk away in disappointment but the door suddenly opens and I see a short middle aged woman with my complexion and eye color open the door, she also has a bruise on the side of her face and it looks like she tried to cover up with some make up.
"Uhmm hi?" She timidly greets me.
"Hello…you must be Azalea Bennett?" I ask.
"What do you want? Why are you here?" she worriedly asks.
"I'll get straight to the point, my father recently confessed something to me." I lie and her eyes flusters for a moment but she only looks at me.
"Corvinus…you're Diomedes' son…" she mumbles.
"Correct, He recently confessed to me that Seraphina isn't my birth mother, and that you may infact be my mother…" I continue to lie, I tell all of my potential mothers this but really I'm just digging into things myself and finding leads on my own. She remains silent for a moment and looks at the ground before looking back at me.
"Would you like to come in, I need to discuss something with you, but quickly. My husband will be home soon." She offers and I nod.
"Yes, absolutely." I answer and she welcomes me inside before we sit across from each other at the table. This seems like a decent place honestly, but that bruise on her face...
"Hyperion…I was familiar with your father, he frequented a restaurant I used to work at and whenever he came by, he absolutely refused service from anyone else but me." She begins and I nod.
"We'd talk for sometimes hours and whenever he left, he always left behind a large tip, and he was always so kind, so generous. I thought for a while that he actually cared. One day he invited me back to his place and…I discovered I was pregnant several weeks later." Her voice cracks, but i continue listening.
"When I told him. He pushed me down a flight of stairs and stomped on me, trying to rid himself of the "error" he made, Thankfully you were unharmed…" she admits and my eyes widen for a moment.
"Mom…" I mumble and she sheds a tear.
"I hid away from your father until I went into labor. Your father is a powerful man though, almost everyone in this district answers to him and I found out the hard way that he also worked some of his magic in the hospital I gave birth to you in. There's no documents or any evidence that I ever gave birth to you, Your father erased it all and now you're the son of Seraphina. It's surprising he told you this...but i guess he just couldn't hold it in any longer." she wipes her eyes again and I ball my fists. My father has shown time and time again that he's a horrible person, yet I constantly crave his love and attention, does that make me worse than him?
"So you are my mom…" I look at her and she hesitantly nods.
"I gave birth to you, but I was never able to hold you…never even able to name you, they just…yanked you out of me and that was it…" she cries.
"Well, I'm here now mom, it's ok if I call you that right?" I ask and she sniffs nodding her head.
"You will always be my son…you can always call me mom." She smiles at me and I feel my lips begin to quiver a bit. I've only known this woman for several minutes and she already showed me more love than my father ever did.
"It's not too late…we'll be in each other's life now." I try to assure her.
"It's more complicated than that unfortunately..." She mumbles.
"What do you mean?" I question her, but the door suddenly opens and it's a middle aged man in a suit holding a briefcase. We look at each other for a moment and he gives me a confused look.
"Oh no…" I hear my mom mumble.
"Who the fuck are you? Azalea who the hell is this?" He raises his voice.
"You need to go." She whispers to me.
"No, you aren't going anywhere until you tell me who the hell you are!" He drops his briefcase and walks up to me but I look at my mother who has a terrified look on her and I look at the bruise she tried to cover up.
"Is he the reason you have that mark on your face?" I feel anger rising in me but she shakes her head, obviously lying to me, you can't bullshit a bullshitter.
I'm suddenly yanked by my hair though and I grunt in anger as my mom gasps aloud.
"Brian stop!" she pleads.
"Apparently you didn't hear me the first time, who the fuck are you!?" He raises his voice but I quickly punch him in the eye and he stumbles slightly before punching me in the face but I duck under his other punch and jab him in the body before upper cutting him causing him to stumble against the wall and I can hear my mom pleading as I can feel blood coming down my lip and Brian tries tackling me but I grab ahold of his head squeezing his neck and begin kneeing him in the body repeatedly. He eventually collapses from the damage to his body but I drag him back up to his feet and smash his face into a glass clock, shards of glass entering his face and eyes as he cries out in pain.
I then mount him on the floor raining punches down on his face continuously until his face resembles a smashed up watermelon and that's when my mom wraps her arms around me crying.
"Stop! Stop please!" she cries while Brian is laying in a pool of his blood groaning and crying in pain.
"Mom…why are you with this scumbag?" I grit my teeth.
"I…I love him." She cries.
"You're…her son?!" Brian groans but i ignore him for now.
"Come with me mom, we can get a house. We can be together!" I practically beg her but she only shakes her head.
"I can't, I'm sorry but I can't." she sniffs and I only give her a disappointed look.
"You care about him more than me…" I look at her in anger and she shakes her dead.
"No…I didn't say that, I will always care about you!" She assures me but I'm not buying it.
"You never wanted anything to do with me, surely you would've made some effort to come and see me if you really wanted to no matter the risks! I am your son after all, isn't that what a parent is supposed to do? But you just want to lay up with this womanizing piece of shit!" i yell and stomp on Brian's face as hard as I can causing him to lose consciousness and she gasps in fear backing away from me into a corner as I begin wrecking her entire house, kicking over her furniture, breaking her table, chairs and throwing all of her decorations, props and ware across the floor.
"Leave…please just go…" she begs me as she cries into a corner.
"Yeah I'm leaving alright, you probably won't ever see me again after today, but then again I guess that'll make you so happy huh?" I glare her as she continues crying.
"Goodbye Azalea…" I mumble before storming out of the house and that's when I finally release my emotions, allowing tears to come down my eyes as I hold my head down, This is why I need to volunteer…why I need to win. With me sitting on the throne, I'll be acknowledged, I'll be loved…
Blyana Wellish,17, District 2 female
I flick my hand lunging two daggers in quick succession both of them landing into the chest area of the dummy and I do a confident grin before flicking two more of them at another dummy, both of them landing in the head area, good I have to keep myself sharp after all.
I'm in the training facility right now, this place is technically closed today because reapings and all but that doesn't stop some of us from sneaking in anyways. There's a few other people here training and one of them, a guy keeps looking over at me.
"Is there any particular reason why you're keep looking over here?" I impatiently ask and that seems to catch him off guard.
"Well uh…not really, just marveling your craft." He nervously states.
"Well Marvel it somewhere else, your very presence is irking me!" I spit at him.
"But…I want to train too, I plan on volunteering next year after all." He states and I let out a snicker.
"Oh please, You're millions of years away from ever being good enough to volunteer." I insult him.
"Wow you seem to harbor a lot of anger, is there something you want to get off your chest?" he asks with some legit concern.
"Oh shut the hell up and leave me alone, keep talking to me and I'll end you!" I threaten him and he only sighs.
"Whatever you say golden girl." He mumbles and throws a knife at a dummy missing completely causing me to laugh aloud.
"I wanna volunteer next year!" I mock him in a babyish voice but he only sighs again.
"Hey lay off! Everyone starts somewhere! Pretty sure you weren't an ace when you first started training!" he fires back.
"I was always fabulous, and you? Well you're just a loser who can't even properly hold a weapon. Continue embarrassing yourself though, disregard me!" I state while throwing a dagger at a dummy and it lands into it's skull, this pathetic guy only rolls his eyes at me before turning back around.
"Hey there you are!" I hear my best friend and see Camilla cautiously walking towards me making sure she doesn't trip over anything.
"I called this morning but you didn't answer, I was worried you may have like died in your sleep or something or even fell off your bed and cracked your skull, something horrifying like that." Camilla hugs me.
"That'll be a pretty pathetic way for me to go out, let me die in my prime, fighting at least, not in my sleep or as some shriveled up old hag!" I state and she looks around the facility.
"it's pretty hot in here. What if you suffocate and die? It can be dangerous training here for so long you know, what if peacekeepers come in and catch us here, they'll probably kill me…" she trembles.
"Oh please Camilla, goodness!" I flick another knife from my hand and it lands in the dummy's eye.
Camilla is a huge pessimist, just sees the worst in everything but I somehow managed to tolerate her for all these years.
"So you're volunteering…" she mumbles.
"Yes I am, and I'm going to win as well." I confidently say.
"Well did your dad at least tell you what the arena is going to be this year?" she questions.
My father is a game maker, so I don't see him for sometimes months at a time but we keep in close touch, he usually shares arena and mutt ideas with me and since he knows I'm volunteering this year, I told him to be extra quiet, yeah my father is a game maker but I don't need an edge to win these games and I'll show that!
"Not even a hint, told him to zip it." I state returning my daggers to their brackets.
"But why? My you just have too much pride! Now you're probably going to die!" she whines.
"Here we go again, are you coming over for breakfast or what?" I take a sip from my bottle of water.
"Of course your aunt is such a great cook! She always shares some of your secrets with me too like how you wet the bed until you were 9!" she giggles and I roll my eyes before putting her in a playful headlock.
My aunt "watches over me" when my dad is off at work, she's a nice person but she's also horrible at keeping "secrets". That works for and against me, obviously she likes telling my friends embarrassing shit such as that but when I want to pry information from her, she doesn't mind sharing. Like my mother for example.
My father never spoke about her and whenever I did ask about her, he'll just dismiss the subject entirely.
My aunt was a lot more willing to share that kind of info though, she just bluntly told me my mother wanted nothing to do with me so after giving birth to me, she left the district. It devastated me to be honest and I never brought the subject up with her again. This only motivated me to train harder though, Maybe she'll start giving a shit once I became victor.
Anyways once me and Camilla are done goofing off we head over to my place and the fresh smell of breakfast fills up my nostrils. We have more than enough money to blow through but she always overdoes it, we end up just throwing most of the breakfast away.
"Wow it smells so good in here! Let's take our time eating though, we can choke on our food and die…" Camilla suggests and I roll my eyes as my aunt comes out with a large plate of sausages.
"Good morning ladies! So nice of you to join us! Breakfast is ready so come sit down and dig in!" My aunt happily greets us.
"Good morning Ms. Wellish, thanks for having me here! Let's walk over there slowly Blyana, we can trip, bust our heads open and die." She whispers to me but I only sigh and seat myself at the table.
It's quiet for a few moments as we eat breakfast but my aunt keeps grinning at me and I know she's about to say something embarrassing…
"Oh Camilla I bet you didn't know that Blyana used to-" she begins.
"Sooooo, Camilla. Lets talk about the competition I'm going to be up against." I practically shout.
"I wanted to hear what she was going to say though, maybe she was trying to warn you there was a rock outside, now you might trip over it and die." She whines and I only sigh out loud again.
"But uhmm yeah, Hyperion is your district partner!" She adds.
"Yup that dirt bomb somehow managed to cheat his way to the top.
Couldn't stand that filthy animal! he always used his dirty tactics to win and man he can just convince anyone with his fucking lies. He even got a prospect disqualified early in the tournament after accusing him of using performance enhancing drugs. Turns out he tested positive too which leads me to assume Hyperion spiked his water or something. None the less, I'm staying far away from him, I don't even want him in my alliance!
"Blyana used to sometimes wear the same underwear for days at a time! Oh it was so adorable!" my aunt reminisces.
"Aunty!" I scold her.
"Oh my! That's so gross! Tell me more though!" Camilla giggles with her.
"Oh she was only 7 but…" She continues on and I eventually just leave the table and head upstairs to get dressed. I look myself in the mirror for a moment. I have dark brown skin with long black silky hair that I have in a plait at the moment. I have some freckles on my face, a button nose and I'm pretty tall with a "curvaceous" figure that most people like to call it.
I pick out my outfit which consists of a short ivy green dress, white flats, a headband with small flowers on it and light colored gloves. After getting dressed, I marvel my appearance for a moment and head back downstairs.
"Wow look at you! You're making me hungry!" Camilla licks her lips and I cringe before she walks up to me and we lock our arms together.
"See in the justice building Auntie." I say to her as she's cleaning up the table and she only waves at me still smiling, my gosh she just stays embarrassing me!
"Your aunt is so cool! She told me so many stories about you like how you used-" she begins.
"Camilla please, I'm already embarrassed as it is, just talk about anything, literally anything else!" I plead to her.
"Ok, ok." She accepts my request as we keep our arms locked heading to the square.
"Soooo. You're going to try and be the leader? Just be warned you might die if you decide to do that." She warns.
"I don't know about that yet, we'll just have to see where it goes, I do want to keep a pretty lowkey profile In general though, and absolutely make sure that filthy dog Hyperion doesn't join the alliance!" I state as we reach the square.
"Wonderful idea, just watch your back though, he might kill you." She bluntly informs me.
"Fully noted Camilla, thank you!" I sarcastically say before I get my blood drawn and we join each other at the 17 year old female section where Maurice the annoying escort who always speaks in 3rd person takes the stage.
I pretty much daydream through the entire video and after introducing all of our victors I guess it's time for the reapings to start.
"Maurice will once again start with the males!" he nonchalantly announces as he walks as slow as possible to the male's bowl before pulling out a name.
"Maurice calls the name of Ayden Glissrust!" Maurice announces and I only roll my eyes.
"I volunteer as tribute!" I hear a voice that can only be Hyperion's and moments later I see him emerge from his section standing tall and confident, some boos pour in on him and I join them and boo him as well.
He stands a few inches over 6 feet and is somewhat muscular with an athletic build. From his body alone I'm betting most people will consider him intimidating, but I fear no one!
He has light skin with short wavy blonde hair, blue eyes with some red marks around them and he's wearing a black tuxedo. He's honestly not a bad looking guy but his personality just makes him hideous!
"A Volunteer, Maurice asks the man for his name!" Maurice puts the mic next to Hyperion's mouth.
"Hyperion Corvinus, who will also be your next victor, you can all boo me all you want, but you'll love me later when im crowned victor." He confidently states.
"I think not! Loser!" I shout through the numerous boos and he looks right at me, seeming annoyed.
Yeah those eyes, I can tell there's some darkness within him, it doesn't scare me though, he wants to act tough, I'll put him right on his ass!
"Wonderful! Maurice now draws the name of the female tribute!" He cheers and walks over to the female's bowl before snatching out a name.
"Rose Windsland Maurice calls!" Maurice announces.
"I volunteer!" I immediately push my way through all the girls in my way and begin slowly walking towards the stage as everyone starts giving me an odd look.
"Noooo! Noooo my name got called! Booo Hooo!" I sarcastically shout out loud while holding my face between my hands. I then pretend I'm crying as I walk my way to the stage.
"Waaaah! Waaaah!" I sarcastically cry, I'm obviously mocking those outlier districts, it was fun though. I always planned on doing that and most people find it funny as they laugh along with me after I reach the stage but Hyperion continues glaring me.
"Something on my face?" I confront him and I'm now in his face but he doesn't back down.
"There will be soon if you don't fuck off." He sternly warns me but I shove him causing him to nearly lose his balance but he manages to remain standing and tries rushing at me but several victors grab him and keep him at bay.
"Yeah guys, control that kid, It'll be a pity if he died before even making it to the capitol, actually that'll be a wonderful thing, not like anyone will miss him any ways!" I tease him and that seems to trigger him as he growls and manages to break free from the victors and charges at me. I'm a little shocked for a moment but raise my hands in a fighting stance before two peacekeepers grab him and begin dragging him away.
"You're dead! You're fucking dead!" He shouts at me as he's dragged away, most likely to the justice building and I only stick my tounge out at him while flashing both my middle fingers before turning around to face Maurice.
"Anyways Maurice I know what you're going to ask next, the name is Blyana Wellish, remember it well, cause it's me that's going to be wearing that crown over my head, see you guys WHEN I get back!" I confidently say and cheers pour in for me as I confidently strut away before being escorted to the justice building, I don't see Hyperion anywhere though, probably in his room bawling his eyes out right now,he tries anything though, anything, and he'll immediately regret it!
Here we are with our district 2 tributes. This was the district i drew from a hat and I actually had alot of fun writing these two. I want to thank all of you so far for your reviews and feedback. It means so much to me and it allows me to get even better! Anyways guys, I'm going to draw another district from a hat and start on that. I'm rather intrigued by that, just seeing what district comes up but I'm rambling a bit too much now haha. I'll see you guys soon though, till next time!