Chapter 3 district 2 reaping
Slate Bashar
I stare deep into my opponent's eyes, soon they'll be dead. All five of them want this opportunity like I do, they want to be in The Hunger Games. This is the only way to decide, it's like a mini hunger games. I'm going to win of course, I always do. One of my best mates is fighting for this as well, his name is Mason. We have decided to ally with each other until the final two. These are the rules, no weapons, that's it. It's quite disappointing but I am still a great hand-to-hand combat fight.
We are in a small room, with literally nothing in it. The referee tells us to get ready. I take my time and stretch, everyone else does that as well. This makes the referee irritated so he counts down from five. He says go I sprint to the first person I see, it's mason. I give him the truce sign and we run to some old guy that will we kill easily. I grab the guy's arms and Mason snaps his neck, he falls to the ground instantly. Poor guy, probably had a family back home. The referee blows his whistle signalling the first death. We see two other guys fighting it out and decide to let them be. We run to someone else who is waiting for their opportunity to kill someone. As soon as he sees us he knows he's a dead man but he gives up a good fight. He manages to punch me in the face and kicks Mason in the shin before I get a hold of his neck and snap it.
It turns out the taller guy killed his opponent and before he has time to think we sprint to him and kill him. Quite unfair really but that's what you gotta do to survive. It comes down to the final fight. We decide it to be a fair fight. We take our places and the referee says begin. We attack each other like a pack of starving lions eating its prey. I take a swing at his face, he dodges it. He takes a swing at my face, I dodge it. I kick his shin, he kicks my shin. It's a lot of back and forth work until I finally jab him in the throat a couple of times and tackle him to the ground. I lean on his neck with all my body. He has the look of terror on his face that can only mean one thing, he has accepted the fact he is going to die.
"I'm sorry," I say to him with the sincerest look of guilt. I bash him in the head with my fist until he stops screaming. I try to stop the tear from rolling down my cheek but I can't. He was my best mate for a long time. It's hard to deal with these things. My eye hurts, looks like I'll have a shiner tomorrow, shows how tough I am. At least I can take one good thing from this, I'm going to be a tribute in The Hunger Games.
Lana Gentate
Today is the day of the reaping. I'm going to volunteer today because the stupid academy didn't want me to volunteer four years ago because I wasn't good enough. Oh I'll show the academy I can win, I'll show the Capitol I can win. The girl who went into the games instead of me died in the top 8, pathetic effort for district 2. I'll be remembered if I win this quell, I'll be a champion to the Capitol. My dad is eager about me volunteering so he wakes me up extra early. Luckily he still trains me or I'll be so out of shape. He gets me doing my usual workout. Just some knife work and hand-to-hand combat. I do that for an hour then eat breakfast. Lots of protein. My dad wants to volunteer like me but when he heard that these guys were going to kill each other to see who would volunteer he backed out straight away. So he wants me too now. I decide to get ready and but on this stunning dress that shows my cleavage, for the sponsors. I head down to the town square half an hour before the reaping. Some people are early as well. By the next half hour, the town square is filled with people. The mayor gets on with the ceremony and says blah blah blah.
The moronic escort walks up to the microphone and blabs on about some useless topic.
"Now let's get on with the reaping, as always ladies first" she says in her squeaky voice. I volunteer almost straight away. I bounce up to the stage and wave at the crowd. The escort asks for my name and age.
"Lana Gentate, age 21 and I will try to bring district 2 the honour of victory," I smile at the crowd. The crowd cheers for me.
"Thank you, Lana. Now time for the men's reaping," Like me, the man volunteers straight away. He has massive muscles, he might be one to look out for but as always we'll form the career group. His name is Slate Bashar and he is 24. I might try to make a romance story with him like the star crossed loves, Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark. I'm not rebellious like those pigs though.
The mayor tells us to shake hands and l look him straight in the eyes, no emotion crosses his face but he does give me a hard squeeze on the hand.
A/N: Hey guys, this the third chapter, I hoped you liked it. Please Review, bye.