The Hunger Games~ Avox
Chapter one
My eyes open and darkness surrounds me. I don't know where I am nor if I'll survive. A pale musterd colored light sneaks out from a crack in the wall. Lifting my arm to check if I'm mobile I notice I am and stand to my feet. The world seems to spin and I fall helplessly to the cold unloving floor. Recollecting myself I get on my knees and crawl toward the crack. The pale light is blinding at first but then I am able to see and hear. Tall men in white masks stand in a large room clean room. I recognize the room immediately, it's an operating room and I suddenly don't want to know what kind. My eyes dart to a girl lying on the bed she is strapped down and her pale blue eyes are red from crying. Pure white cloths on the table covered in scarlet blood. Her bright yellow hair tied back in a bun where it stays untouched. Her hands in fists pain crawling through her veins. I don't know what they did to her but I can see it caused her misery and I hope I'm not next. A slight gasp escapes my thought and the men turn towards the door.
I scramble to get the furthest away from the wall when suddenly behind me a door opens and the men stand there ready to take me next. I freeze uncertain of my next move. They step forward and I keep my ground. They lung forward and steel me from my spot. I kick and scream I don't want to end up like her. "Let me go!" I repeat over and over again my arms flailing around like a worm in a birds grasp. A stinging pain hit my left arm and my body goes numb. I get dragged in to the bright room where I saw the girl which was no longer there.
They place me on the chair and pry my mouth open. I feel nothing but I know what is happening. My heart pounds in my chest and I want to scream. I gag and then the world seems to spin my eyes fill with liquid that slowly inches down my face. Avox… the word lingers in my mouth but it never comes out. Suddenly I pass out and a forced sleep comes to me. Nightmares torture me but never kill me they don't give me the satisfaction of being dead. The memory of Evan dying repeats thousands of times in my head. I wake with my silent screaming filling my lungs. I lay awake in the bed thinking about how I came here. They killed him, my brother, we almost escaped but we were caught and her, the one person who could have saved us. An agile girl about 14 or 15 with long black hair which was put back into a braid. Shiny gray eyes and pale olive colored skin and the boy next to her that was very similar to her looks. They saw what happened they could have saved us but the risk was to great. She could have died and so could have I. maybe this is the best for both of us for her to live her life over there and me to live as a slave to the capitol. I sit up and wait patiently to see what was to happen next. When suddenly the men in white appear once again at my side.