Disclaimer: The Hunger Games belongs to Suzanne Collins!
Hi, HungerMESGames here! I hope you enjoy the second chapter and since Olivia is my own character I won't go into as much detail as Chase! I hope you enjoy it and remember to review it telling me what you think! WARNING: Slightly graphic, gruesome scenes ahead. Skip Olivia's POV to avoid them.
AN: I don't mean any offends to people with purple irises! My favourite colour is purple! I just had to think of a couloir and I chose purple! I'm sorry if its offended anyone :)
Chase Dawn POV – District 2
I was lost. Totally and utterly lost! I didn't understand. I was currently stood still looking like an idiot in the District 2 underground academy. Everyday under the academy there was a new maze to practice in. Personally I thought it was pointless as it changed every day, so what was the point of learning it again and again, just in a different pattern. This was my second time trying, but I couldn't get the hang of it. To many twists and turns for my liking I was actually lost. The current record for escaping the maze was 2 minutes and 49 seconds, and I had been in here for three hours! This is such a waste of time I could be training with my beloved sword but no… Brutus insisted I trained in the maze as there was talk in the Capitol that the arena was going to be amazing this year. He even heard there was going to be an element of a maze in there somewhere. This was why I was running round like a headless chicken.
Last time they used a maze in the arena there were deadly traps around each corner, but the capitol got bored because none of the tributes could find each other because the maze was so huge. I wonder if they were actually going to use the maze, what they would do to stop the capitol getting bored.
My name is Chase Dawn and I was District 2's career prodigy. They hadn't had a career as dedicated as me since Brutus. I was the perfect mix of brains and brawn. I was calculating, cocky and confident. I was described as the perfect career build. Tall, muscly and mysterious. I was confident I could win the games.
"I'm getting bored now" I heard an annoyed voice echo above my head. To my right a door emerged from the impenetrable wall and swung open towards me. I sighed and strode towards it. Brutus glared at me and motioned for me to leave.
"The reaping is in an hour, you better leave now, oh and Chase"
"Er yeah" I replied
"If you perform like that in the arena you will die. No question about it"
"Right… Ok, sorry I guess"
Brutus just turned away and shouted over his shoulder "I'll see you later then"
I rolled my eyes. He always had to have the last word. I'd grown up in a harsh environment. My father was Head Peacekeeper in District 2 and he terrified everyone. Since I was an only child he took all his anger out on me. I was never good enough and even though I was considered the 'golden child' of my district he was still disappointed. Apparently according to him the only way to get myself in his good books was to win the Hunger Games.
I basically had no relationship with my father, so instead I looked up to Brutus. He was everything I wanted to be. Everything I was going to be. I'd trained since I was six, as that was the youngest you were allowed to be sent there. My mother dropped me off every morning when I was little and left me there. Brutus took me under his wing and he trained me to be like him. I was the heir to his title, Male victor of District 2. Even though many males had won the Hunger Games, none had won it like Brutus.
I jogged the mile back to my house on the edge of the district. My house was a tall, four story house. Nothing special. I yanked the door open and ran up three flights of stairs to get to my floor. Not that I wasn't happy with my life, it just felt empty. My mother was a hollow figure, who cowered every time my father spoke to her. She was a trophy wife, pretty but no personality and emotions. She was no mother to me, she probably didn't even realise I was planning to volunteer. I glanced in the mirror as I walked past and grimaced at what I saw. I was tall and extremely buff, due to my lifetime in the academy. My black hair was in a short, military buzz cut and my green eyes glittered. I suppose I was handsome as I had a strong jaw and cheekbones. Apart from that I was hot and sweaty from my run home. I entered the bathroom and jumped in the shower.
I had half an hour till the reapings and I couldn't wait to see Olivia. We'd been best friends since she joined the academy. Everyone was scared of her because she had purple eyes and a distant expression. She seemed slightly unstable and cold. I was the first person to talk to her and after a few years we became really close. We connected on a different level to everyone else, yet even thought I thought we were close, there were many things she refused to tell me. Like her family. She never mentioned her family. She also never mentioned her eyes and how they were purple, or why she only joined the academy when she was ten. That was considered really late for potential careers. The only reason why she was allowed to stay was because she demonstrated such skill in the weapons department. She was extremely skilled for a ten year old, and even though some other girls had been training four years longer than her, she was way better than them.
"I'm leaving" I called into my empty house. No one heard. My mother was no doubt with her other shallow, trophy wife friends and my father was most likely at the reapings already. I turned away. Little did I realise, I may never see my house again, or my family or my friends. If I died…
Olivia May-Harris POV – District 2
I'd been stood in front of my mirror for an hour now. I hated my eyes. Bright purple. I'd tried everything but they stayed that horrid, ugly purple. I scowled when I thought back to that fateful night where my life changed.
Olivia – 5 years old
It was late at night and I was still awake due to my insomnia. I couldn't sleep and if I did I had horrific nightmares. Anyway, I heard a crash and I thought to myself, it's probably my dad, drunk as usual. Almost every night he came back drunk and screaming. Most nights he would just collapse and fall asleep, but some nights like tonight, he'd obviously had too much to drink and completely lost it. My mother must have been up waiting for him and when he came through the door she started screaming at him. I could only catch little snippets of their argument. Things like "all the money, how could you? We have a family" and "I'm leaving"
I ran into my brother's bedroom, he was only two years older than me but he was the best brother ever. He was sat up, staring at the wall with his hands on his ears. He smiled at me when I noticed him and motioned for me to come closer. I snuggled up next to him and fell asleep to the sounds of the screams of my mother and the drunk slurs of my father.
Olivia – 6 Years old
My father had sold us. My brother Flint had heard the whole conversation, and apparently my father had gambled all the family inheritance. We had nothing left. My mother left us, and my father needed money. He sold my brother and me to the Capitol. When my brother and I had arrived in the Capitol, they had separated us. I still remember my screams as he was dragged away from me down an endless corridor. He had struggled and tried to reach me, but the knocked him out. I hadn't seen him since. I'd been in the Capitol for almost 6 months now and my birthday was yesterday. Nobody had noticed.
Every day they came to me and took me to a dark room with no lights they made me run until I could run no more. I didn't understand why they were making me run, it made no sense. I didn't realise it was all part of a bigger plan.
I heard the sound of boots stomping along the corridor and lay back silently. I had learnt quickly that looking at anyone would get you kicked. The door slammed open and two weirdly dressed men came in. They were both wearing long white coats and black lab boots. One shone a torch in my eye and shook his head. He turned to his partner "The serum has had no effect we need to operate now or her eyes will have fully developed and we'll be too late" They were talking about me, what was a serum? What were they going to do to me?
A tall man strode into the room and he motioned for the weird men to explain to him what was going on. I heard whispering. I considered running away but I didn't know where Flint was being held and I couldn't leave him here.
The tall man turned and glared at me, like I had killed someone he knew. "Take her" he commanded.
They both grabbed me and dragged me down the hallway. I didn't struggle, but as I look back I wished I had. I wished I had run away and left my brother, it was better than the torture ahead.
They strapped me to a steel table and all around me were weird people with white coats on. Some were washing their hands and next to me was a low silver table with all sorts of sharp little tools, arranged neatly in rows. That's when I started to panic. I knew something was wrong I started to struggle and a young woman trotted over and grabbed my arm. "I'm so sorry" she whispered "It's going to hurt, go to sleep and you won't remember it, I'm so sorry" She looked like she was about to cry. I started screaming and trying to yank my hands out of the silver steel bonds. They didn't budge. The lady turned away and faded into the large group of people staring at me, almost drooling with anticipation. The tall man from before walked over and looked me in the eye. "Don't struggle, it will only make it worse little one. Soon you will be the more advanced version of yourself, now don't panic it won't hurt a bit" he smirked as if he knew something I didn't. I thought back to what the lady had said. "It's going to hurt" he was lying to me.
"Aesthetic Sir?" A lab coat man enquired.
"No, she's a strong one, make her suffer"
I could feel the tension and heard the murmurings of discontent.
"Are you sure that's wis…"
"Begin" The tall man shouted.
Behind the white, surgical masks I could see the discomfort in their eyes. Now I understood why.
Everything blurred into one after that. All I remembered from that day were flashes of silver, blood everywhere as they sliced into my cornea and cut tiny holes into my delicate eyeball. I screamed the whole way through it, but they continued to slice. When the pain became too much I faded out but I always woke up again. It was pure torture. It felt like forever and they tall man watched, smirking and muttering about surgical miracles and something about money. There was so much blood I couldn't see anything. I could feel it pouring from my temporarily blinded eyes. I panicked, what if I was blind forever... then I blacked out.
I remember waking up, and I couldn't see. I had heard screams of rage from a distant voice. Thankfully it seemed far away. I started crying. I cried for my brother Flint. My kind and caring brother. I cried for myself. Why did my father have to sell us, what did we ever do wrong?
Olivia May- Harris POV – District 2
I realised I had gotten lost in my own world for a minute and glanced up at the dark, square clock hanging precariously on the wall. Omg! Two minutes to the reapings.
Chase Dawn POV – District 2
I met up with my friends as I jogged towards the square. Corbin, Jacob, Tamera and I had been friends since forever. Jacob and I were the only ones who trained at the academy – he was going to volunteer the year after me, as he was only 17) whereas Corbin and Tamera were training to become peacekeepers.
"Where's your girl" Corbin joked.
"No idea" I grunted. To be honest I had no idea where Carmen was. She was probably still getting ready. Carmen and I had been dating for two years now and when I won the Hunger Games, I was going to propose to her. We argued a lot. Mainly about the games. She didn't agree with them and thought they were too dangerous. I disagreed. I saw the games as an easy shot at becoming famous. That's the only thing we argued about.
"She's probably sulking because you're planning to volunteer" Tamera sneered. None of my friends exactly liked Carmen as she was seen as a girly girl and didn't have any career options planned out. My friends and I all knew what we wanted to do.
"Shut-up" I growled. I glanced across at Tamera and glared. She looked away. To right I thought. They all knew I was the leader and if I didn't come home, who were they going to look up to?
We continued in silence, until we all had to separate to our different sections. "Good luck" Jacob called and I smirked. I didn't need luck… or so I thought.
It turned out we had been a tiny bit late to the reapings (I did wonder why there weren't that many people) and the mayor had already read the peace treaty and the video was playing. Fortunately it was near the end and I exhaled a sigh of relief. I loved the video and all, but it was so boring. Every year it said the same thing over and over again.
"Ladies first" our escort shouted. Cynthia Twillet was ok for an escort. She wore a pale pink dress down to her thighs and knee high orange stilettos. The only thing that stood out (apart from the stilettos) was her make-up. It sort of matched with her outfit. Around her eyes was a sickly orange paste that looked like a child had come along with a paint brush and swept it along her face. From an angle she looked ok I suppose… oh wait maybe not.
Cynthia was currently tottering along the stage and almost tripped into the reapings bowls. She grabbed a slip and screamed "Callow Foster"
"I volunteer" came a distant voice to the left of me. The voice sounded worn and tired, like the owner of the voice hadn't slept in weeks. It was Olivia. I sighed with relief. I hated it when crazy people randomly volunteered for no reason. At least I could trust her. As Olivia walked past I saw the cold mask of determination set on her face. She looked strong and arrogant. District 2 was bound to have a victor this year.
"What's your name dear" Cynthia demanded.
"Olivia May-Harris" she shouted and I'm going to avenge my family and bring down the Capitol.
Oh no that wasn't good. Why did she say that? Has she gone mental? Everyone was whispering and the people closest to me all had terrified looks on their faces. Speaking out against the Capitol was punishable by death. What had she done?
"Hush hush" Cynthia said nervously. "And now for the boys, Harvey Cheste…."
I jerked out of my trance "I volunteer" I cried. That was probably a bit loud I thought, oh well they're going to have to get used to me since I'm going to be a victor soon! I smiled to all the adoring faces of my district. They all knew I was coming home, they weren't worried. I searched through the female section and spotted Carmen. She just shook her head and looked away. I felt a wave of sadness ripple through me. I looked away from her and turned to shake hands with Olivia. She smiled at me and I gave her a flirtatious wink.
This was my year, I was going to win the 98th Hunger Games…
So did you enjoy it? Remember to review and thanks to .7334 for the amazing D2 Male tribute: Chase Dawn
Next chapter up soon :)