Mary Sue Brooklyn
I'm not supposed to be here.
The Hunger Games were for those other kids. None of us were really supposed to be here- at least, not most of us- but I was different. I had things to do and a lot more of Panem to see than dirty, sooty District Twelve. I was going to the Capitol, and not just for the Games. To live. Because that was where I belonged.
When we rose up into the Arena, I smiled. If I had to be in an Arena, this was the one for me. I'd never been in a mall like this, but I'd read about them, and I'd always wanted to visit. When I lived in the Capitol, I'd probably go to one every week. Maybe every day.
There was so much I didn't need to grab food. I had to improvise, but luckily, I was good at thinking quick. I made a beeline for Mase's axe so he could start killing right away.
Something tangled in my foot, and I fell flat on my face. I turned over and saw Mase standing over me.
Ow! You tripped me! What was he thinking? Jerk!
Mase bent over, probably to help me up. Then he fell on top of me. I shoved him aside, ready to yell at him, and saw the knife in his back.
Oh… he was my favorite. I looked around at the other Careers and decided to make a retreat. Kisarna had definitely been giving me the stinkeye.
It wasn't long before I found a luxury clothes store. I made my home there, trying on fancy outfits and snacking on the chocolates tucked into one corner. It was almost like a vacation, and definitely better than life back in Twelve. When I got out of here, there were definitely some outfits I wanted to take with me.
It was all fun and Hunger Games until four days and ten cannons later. Then, on my way to the bathroom, Kisarna caught wind of me, or more likely, of the expensive perfume I was wearing. She threw a star at me, only missing because I bent over to retie my shoe. She ran closer and I almost thought my goose was cooked, but then fortune finally handed me what I deserved. There was a high-pitched squeal, and all the glass around us shattered. Kisarna, who was in front of a store display, caught a window's worth of glass to the back. I, who was in front of Kisarna, got nothing.
That's what you get for trying to kill me! I thought.
A week and a half in, it was just me, Calvary, and Tillo. And I knew it was Calvary, at least because she was chasing me. I ran past a storefront with half a dozen mannequins, and one of them jumped out a tus.
Holy crap it's Tillo! I skidded sideways, falling on my side and rolling out of the way as Tillo ignored me and went for Calvary, swinging a baseball bat. Calvary dodged, backing up against the railing around the hole in the ifloor that showed the first two floors. Tillo hit her hard across the face with the bat. Calvary caught the blow with her arms, but it still knocked her backwards. As she fell, she grabbed Tillo's shirt. Tillo toppled over after her, and they both fell three stories. I winced at the wet thump, but cheered for the last two cannons.
Naturally, I thought. It's just right. Of course I should win. I'm the best.
What's stupider than a deus ex machine? Triple deus ex machina.