Resistance The 24th Hunger Games

by laptop246

Lystra Fay Gull has been thinking rebellious thoughts for a long time. When she finally does something stupid, she is put into the Games as punishment. When Lystra hears that some tributes are teaming up, and are going to refuse to kill each other, she is immedietly excited. Can she survive and get home to her father?Or, is the Capitol planning some special, gruesome death for her?

17. Chapter 16

*All right, this one is from Nich's POV. It's short, but the ending has brought all of the seams together. After reading this chapter, I bet a lot of people will : Read, rate, and message!*

They were all staring at me, their expressions ranging from disgust to shock to excitement.

"I ask you to join us," I told them, trying to keep my voice steady. I had spoken to crowds much in my life, but when I considered the consequences of this speech, my insides turned to jelly.

"I ask you to join myself and Rayne Issa," I continued "to put an end to the cruel acts of the Capitol. I ask for your help, for now we are the most influential people in Panem. If anyone can start a rebellion, we can." I hadn't told them who I was – that was information for the people in the alliance only, and the tributes before me were still undetermined.

The tributes stayed in dumbfounded silence, but when I offered nothing else, the girl from 12 said,

"But . . . didn't the first rebellion get us here?"

"Yes," I answered, making confidence seep into my voice "and we hate the Capitol for it. Why shouldn't we turn this 'Hunger Games'" I put contempt into those words "their punishment against them, and make it their punishment?"

There was a long moment of confusion, and silence. Then a breathless voice came from the boy from 8, Tomas,

"But . . . won't they kill us?"

I eyed him carefully, and motioned to him. His eyes wide, he stepped forward. I placed my hand on his shoulders.

"Are you scared of dying, Tomas?" I asked.

He glanced about him at the other tributes, and breathlessly nodded.

"Do you think that you will survive the Hunger Games?" I eyed him carefully, willing him to tell me the truth.

He glanced about him again, and nodded once more.

"Good answer." I turned my glance to the other tributes "Tomas is honest. One of us will survive the Hunger Games. We stand here right now, in peace, as friends. How can the Capitol do this to us? If you join my alliance, we shall not kill each other, and live in peace, as friends in the arena. The Capitol may pick us off as they will. But we will – we must resist the Capitol's force, or nothing will ever change."

I looked around at them all, and said quite seriously,

"If we don't, we may all be here again, in different forms, in the 74th Hunger Games." We all shuddered collectively, as if destiny had blew its cold breath on us. "And, if we do not prevail at this moment when we try to resist the Capitol, we swear, in this moment sacred to us all, that we will be back in the 74th Hunger Games – and then – then, my friends, we shall – we shall prevail!"

And all of the tributes, even the ones that obviously didn't trust the alliance, whispered "We swear" at the same moment.

Then we all melted into the shadows, heading back to our rooms, with an unspoken agreement that we would be back the next night.