A/N- hello everybody, okay I tried to write the interview and more days of training but it turned out to be so incredibly boring that I gave up and had no idea what to write. So the interviews have already happened and it is the day of the games! Oh and the training scores.. oopsy.. so I will put here :)
Eve-8
Alistair-9
Yaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyy! We have finally gotten to the exciting nitty gritty stuff. Keep reading, keep me happy and may the odds be EVER in your favour.
I lie in bed all night, unable to sleep. It is in the early hours of the morning and the light breeze from the open window causes me to pull the covers more tightly around me. A tear slides down my face, and immediately becomes cold on my check. I wipe it off with my sleeve and snivel. This is the only time I have left to show any weakness or let out any emotion. In the arena I must be mentally strong if I am to even survive the first day. "Survive?. " I say it bitterly out loud I must be kidding myself. I threw myself into training, thinking that I might have a chance but now I know I don't. If Alistair survives, he will take care of my family, and make sure they don't starve.
I look at my watch, two O'clock in the morning. I wriggle around in the dark until I find the edge of the bed and clamber out. I make out the shape of my dressing gown in the moonlight, swing it over my shoulders and head for the door.
I creep down the hallway until I reach Alistair's room. Hesitating a few times, I knock on the door quietly, half hoping he is asleep. It is almost funny how quickly he opens the door.
He is standing in the doorway in a loose white shirt, hair ruffled. He offers a sad, crooked smile and pulls me in for a hug. We haven't talked much since training, exchanging a few words at breakfast and dinner, but apart from that he seems fine with the Career's company, and I with Nimaine. I can tell he knows I am angry at him for deserting me but I need a hug anyway.
Five minutes later I am curled up in his arms crying my eyes out. So much for being strong. He holds me and makes comforting sounds, brushing the tears off my cheek.
"Hey, I think you need some sleep." He whispers. I nod, and he pulls the covers over me, tucking me in. "I'll sleep on the couch." He gets up but I won't let go of his hand. I pull him back down, he hesitates, but gets in and curls up around me, arms around my waist. After a while, I stop crying and fall asleep, only to be woken up by an alarm clock, blaring into my ear. Alistair is still asleep, arms still wrapped around me, so I shake him gently until he wakes up.
After breakfast, we have our last goodbyes with Angela, Marc and the Prep teams, and our stylists collect us to be taken to the arena.
My heart thumps as we walk through a concrete labyrinth of pipes and passages. We are under the Arena itself. Blue talks me through the procedure of entering the arena, which I am already familiar with from years of watching the Games with my family at home on TV. Sweat runs down my face as I try to keep my breathing neutral.
Blue sits me down on a sofa, guarded by Peacekeepers in case I try to make a run for it. She runs to get my Tribute outfit for the arena. I am very surprised with what she brings back. First I am put into a thin jumpsuit, and over that, a huge parka. Thick boots lace all the way up to my knees and my hair is secured back in a hair tie. She then removes something from her own pocket, my token. She secures it around my wrist and gives my hand a squeeze.
"Good luck," she says with a smile, and kisses me on the cheek. Several peacekeepers line up around me. Is it time already? I feel my head spin as I am walked to the glass elevator from which I will make my way into the arena by myself. I take a deep breath and step into the glass cage. I try to fiddle with my bracelet, all of a sudden it feels far too tight, but I find that my hands are shaking so bad that I can't even move.
A noise comes out of one of the nearest speakers, someone's voice, but I can't hear it clearly. The elevator starts to move and I begin to freak out, banging on the glass, Blue stands there, hands by her side. Tears streak down her face. Part of me, deep inside pity's her for going through this every year, but then I remember how despicable they all really are. Hot air floods the elevator, and I look up into the light, trying to make out my surroundings. Slowly but surely, the platform I am standing on stops, and the sixty second timer begins.
I look around. All twenty-four platforms are equally spaced out on the top of a valley in a semi-circle. I can hardly make out the Tributes' outlines on the other side, and nearest to me, about two hundred meters away is a small boy, hand to his forehead to block the sunlight, looking down into the jungle valley. I look down, and in a small clearing in the deepest part of the valley is the gold and gleaming Cornucopia, shining in the sun. I look back around to see the boy shrugging his Parka off and carefully sticking it back down on his platform. It must be thirty five degrees or more, and I am about to do the same when something tells me not to. Instead, I quickly pull it off and tie it around my waist.
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Oh no. Oh God. I give myself a quick reality check.
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My name is Eve Ventor.
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I live in district eleven.
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I have a family back at home who are all watching this on national television.
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But that can't be right.
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Because this is just a bad dream.
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A very, very bad dream. But I guess not.
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I prepare myself to run.
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I take a huge breath
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A gong sounds, and before I even know it, I am running down as fast as my legs will take me towards the Cornucopia. Leaves, spines and tree roots rip at my legs as I run down the steep slope. I would be taking precautions about poisons in the spines and sap, but whatever poisons there are, there is sure to be something to heal it in the Cornucopia. Getting there first and then getting out is my best chance.
After sprinting for several minutes, something catches my eye. I dare to look around for a millisecond, and see the boy whose platform was next to mine running diagonally towards me. His teeth clenched together. There is nothing I can do except put my head down and run faster. Suddenly I hear a shriek, followed by a crashing sound. I guess I won't have to deal with him for a while. No cannon sounds, but I keep running anyway.
A few minutes later, I break into the clearing. My lungs sear with pain as I gulp air. I seem to be the first to make it to the Cornucopia. I jog over to the pile of stuff and give myself a few seconds to stare up at the nine meter high pyramid of supplies. Good haul this year. I yank a camouflaged bag out of the pile, rip the zip open and stuff it with two bottles of water, a small bottle of Iodine, a flashlight, a loaf of bread and a package of food I find, a medical kit, a sleeping bag and various other things I see. A glint catches my eye and my mouth falls open. A sickle. In the arena. I am about to shove it into my belt when I hear someone behind me.
"Allies?" I swing around, wielding the sickle. Nimaine is leaning on a trident, two bags slung over her shoulder and a bow and quiver of lethal looking arrows over the other. I grin.
"You bet."
I hear a shout from somewhere nearby and a cannon blasts. Nimaine turns to me.
"Let's get out of here before the others arrive." She says breathlessly, picking up the trident effortlessly, and we start running into the jungle. I start to run, but an arrow flies into my back, coming up though my chest. Instead of blood, rainbows and Galleons (yes, that's right. Harry Potter Galleons) spew out of my chest. I look down at the gaping, colourful wound in horror. Suddenly, a little leprechaun leaps out of the whole in my chest and hovers in front of me.
"Hehehe hello there!" he says, pulling what looks like a mini Pikachu out of his mouth and using it as a seat in mid-air.
"Pika pika", Pikachu muffles.
"What the fu-"
"Shut up and listen," the Leprechaun says in a squeaky voice. He looks up at YOU through some weird inexistent time and space computer screen vortex. "You need to review this AMAZING story right now or your mum will die in approximately nine hundred and twenty eight seconds!"
"Shut up you stupid internet hacking troll!" Eve says. She goes to wack him with her fist but he pulls an ear bud out of his pocket and magic's himself out of the story.
Eves wound sucks itself back in and she remembers none of this.
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