A/N: Here is our second for today: Gadget Mordhix of District 3.


Gadget's POV

There I was. A seventeen year old boy, reaped for a nightmare. What else would you call being sent to survive with 23 others trying to hunt you down ? I wasn't going to change for them. Never.

I ran away from the bloodbath, not getting any supplies. Rather be safe than sorry, like ma always said. That was before they killed her for me being boring on national television. I hid for seven days, living off the cave and water. I made stew out of berries and branches. For this vegetarian was a survivor. And still is one.

Tributes began to drop like flies. Meanwhile, the Capitol, bored of my "laziness" taunted me by sending in a bunch of fireballs. I ran, for it was the only thing I could do. Wounded, battered and bruised, I came up with a plan.

I had gotten batteries from a sponsor and I made my own sound recorder. I screamed into it and recorded my fake terrified voice. I pressed play and all hell conspired. It attracted the 3 remaining tributes, and they fought, just like I knew they would.

The last survivor was the boy from 11. Attention to detail is what saved me that fateful day. I knew that he had severe asthma. I ran, let him chase me. Until it happened. He bags to have an asthma attack, tight there on the floor. With no puffer to save him, I became the victor.

Nowadays, there is a lot of respect when District 3's first victor walks by.

For a hero never stops to a supervillian's level.


A/N: In this case, the Capitol are the super villains. I know, The Thundermans reference. If you can, let me know your thoughts. Have a great night !