Today my nightmare comes true. The Hunger Games are today, marking the end of my life as we know it possibly. Last night was the interviews, in which Tucker's interview was pretty good. He was the tribute you feel bad for, like most tributes from District 12 pick. I slog out of my bed to the door, I stand for a while at the door, hoping I can return here. I open the door and step into the hallway, meeting Tucker at the elevator with Portia by are side.
"So, today you guys will be thrown into the arena, now I will be watching you guys from my room. I hope you guys to well." She says hitting the 'UP' button.
"I can't believe this is really happening." Tucker says to me with fear.
"Ditto. I just hope one of us can survive this." I say sadly.
"Happy Hunger Games." He says
"And may the odds be ever in your favor." I finish.
The elevator door opens to us, and we walk inside. We fly up to the roof, to reveal a large hovercraft. Its silver surface almost blinds me on this bright day. We start to walk to the hovercraft, to knock on death's door. Tucker goes up first, then I turn around. I look at Portia one last time. I wave my goodbyes to her, then I climb into the hovecraft.
I take my seat next to the girl from 7, with her devilish grin on her face. Makes me sick to my stomach even thinking of killing a person, but I can't blame her. She wants to survive as much as everybody here, she just wants to her victory to come faster. A female Peacekeeper comes up to me and asks for my arm. I do so, and then she injects an object into my forearm that blinks for a while. When she is done with all the tributes, she goes back to the head of the hovecraft.
The hovecraft starts moving when she goes there. I gulp, scared that I will die in that stupid arena. Panicing, I try to look out the window, but only find darkend window, sheilding us from even a glimpse of the arena. I sit back down and close my eyes, wanting it to be over before it starts. But it doesn't, we keep flying. I look around at the tributes who will be my competitors in the arena. The Careers chat about which way to kill some tributes in the bloodbath. I hear one of them mention my name, the girl from 2. She gives me a smug look, and laughs. Then returns to their original conversation. I sink in my seat, I'd rather jump from a building with a 5% chance of living, than ever compete in the Hunger Games. The ride takes 25 minutes until it finally stops, under the arena.
We are all escorted out of the hovercraft, in a hurry, Wouldn't want to be late for the Annual Muderering Competition. A Peacekeeper guides me to my catacomb, and by the time I get to the door I am shaking like a leaf. I enter the room and cold air hits me like a punch in the face. The metalic walls and floors make me feel uneasy. But besides that there are some couches and a metalic desk with a hangar containing my clothes under a black tarp. I look around the room and see Jamie on a couch filing her nails. When she notices me, she stands up and goes to get my outift. We never had a close relationship, which is good because I don't want a friend from the Capitol, so she doesn't need to be like "Stay Alive" or "Win for me.". She just hands me the tarp covering my clothes, then tells me to change in the little compartment to my left. I nod and go to the area. I take the tarp off of the my clothes, and cross my fingers for something that doesn't seem deadly. I find a light, silky, soft, blue jacket, looks more like a large piece of blue cloth just on my back. A black top, that actually fits me pretty good. A light blue skirt that gets longer on the back of my legs. And lastly my black cargo boots and white socks. When I come out of the space Jamie's face lit up.
"My god, honey, you look so beautiful." She says grabbing my jacket
"Just so good, and soft. By the way, run around to see if you can move around well." She says clapping her hands.
I move around and jump around to see if it is good for movement "Yeah, seems good. Hope if doesn't get cold there, is doesn't seem to be very good for the cold." She nods and then we hear a female voice say it is time to get in the pods.
I look at Jamie, and start shaking like a leaf. She guides me to the pod, and puts me in there. I hear the voice again, this time saying '30 seconds 'till launch.' I try to calm myself down for my probable death, but only helps me a bit. I bring my hands into my short brown hair. I string my hands through my few curls, which Jamie says makes me look pretty. Jamie, grabs ahold of my hand, and look at me with sincere eyes. I know that her eyes said "I am sorry." But I didn't want to be pittied. I let go of her hand right when the glass cuts me off from her. It starts to lift me into the air, bringing me closer to death at every second. As the pedestal ascends, I catch one last glimpse of Jamie, and she nods to me. Then I am consumed with darkness. The only thing I hear is the sound of the pedestal rising me into the arena. I start to breath faster and faster as I am lifted into the sunlight. Good it has light this time. A few years ago the arena was complete darkness, the only light was from the flashlights that the tributes held. That makes me feel a little bit better now that I can be grateful for light. Finally I am not in the darkness, I am half blinded by the sun when the pedestal is at full stop.
"Let the 43rd Annual Hunger Game begin!" Cladious Templesmith says, his voice booming around the arena.
I get my first glimpse of the arena. I am on the right of the Cornucopia, but if I run at diagonal line I would make it there. There are a long range of mountains behind the Cornucopia, and a lake in front of the mountains streching on throught the arena. Wherever there is not mountains or a lake it is a wide open field of grass, with wild berries and flowers. I look at the other tributes and the girls where what I wear, but with different colors and sizes. The males wear silk woven jackets, bigger and thicker than the females. With that they browish-reddish cargo pants. The shirt is consealed under the jacket so I don't know what it looks like. I search the faces of tributes, looking for Tucker. He is across from me, shaking with fear from the Games. When I am done examining my surroundings and opponents, I look at the Cornucopia filled with all the supplies needed for survival. They have packs, swords, knives, throwing knives, axes, throwing axes, bow and arrows, machetes, and spears strewn everywhere. I spot a number flashing in a golden yellow box above the gray metalic Cornucopia. I don't know if I should skip the Cornucopia or not, if I do I am almost guarenteed to survive the night, and if not I won't have the proper supplies for suviving the entire time in the arena.
10 seconds
9 seconds
Maybe I should go to the Cornucopia.
8 seconds
7 seconds
I have almost a 100% chance of dieing from a tribute in there
6 seconds
5 seconds
4 seconds
3 seconds
2 seconds
1 second
Screw it, I am going in.
The gong sounds and we scatter.
I dash towards the middle of the action, expecting a death blow to the head already. But I don't get a death blow yet. I spot a silver knife on the ground 10 feet to my left, along with a medium pack 20 feet to my right. I bolt for the knife with all my might. I reach it without harm, I grasp it in my hand and start for the pack. By this time bodies are dropping like flies all around me. A knife darts past my head, and I hurl myself to the pack. I grab it like my life depends on it, which it kind of does. The pack is actually kind of heavy, but enough for me to carry without complaining. I sprint out of the Cornucopia quickly, lucky to be alive. The terrain make sit easy to run, then I remember Tucker, and I stop on the outerrior of the flat area around the Cornucopia. He is holding a small pack with one arm and with the other he is carring a slingshot. He suddenly falls to the floor, gasping for air, when I spot the knife in his back. I just watch in awe as he escapes the Cornucopia, with a knife in his back. Suddenly remembering I am in the Hunger Games, I run away from the Bloodbath, with only the thought of Tucker's life in the balance.