"This is really happening." Was my first thought this morning. "Today is the day we show the Gamemakers our skills." For the past week we've been having training. I focused on the survival side to the training. I didn't need to learn about combat skills but even wolves need to know what foods to eat, and camouflage will come in handy. Even though I will not be affected by today's outcomes I feel incredibly guilty. The numbers we receive greatly affect how the other tributes as well as the sponsors perceive us. A high score attracts the sponsors' attention yet the others can consider you a threat at work together to kill you before you kill them. A low score means you're ignored by the sponsors but can be seen as an easy kill and targeted by the other tributes. It really is a lose/lose situation. Who am I kidding; these entire Games are a lose/lose situation. Either you die or you have numerous deaths weighing your consciences. But this is the reality of the Hunger Games; this is my reality. Sure, I've killed before but they were evil bloodsucking monsters, not innocent children. I hope I win on default, not having killed others but just out-surviving them.
I have no idea what I'm going to show the Gamemakers. I don't want people to know that I'm a werewolf; I'm hoping that the Capitol won't let people know and not show me. So, I can't just turn into a massive wolf in front of the Gamemakers. I guess I could just show them my strength but I just can't stand them believing that their system is being kept. I won't give them the satisfaction. Unless, I don't need to phase to show them I'm a wolf. They'll never know what hit them. There's some time before breakfast, I just need to look something up in the Capitol literary database.
We have training in the morning but after lunch we're all waiting in the Cafeteria to be called in by the Gamemakers. Everyone but the Careers look a bit nervous, even if they think they are covering their feelings I can read them. I guess that what happens after being around people for so long. But the Careers are just looking smug. They've been training all their lives, they know what the Gamemakers want to see and they can show them. District by district we are called in. After an hour and a half of waiting it's my turn. It'll be me, and finally Zara.
I enter the room. The Gamemakers are sitting at a table eating and drinking. They are not paying me any attention. They don't care about our fate its all a Game to them. A take a deep breath, I must do this, yet it's risky, as I'm not playing by the Capitols rules. I'm going to say the famous quote said by the Wer-Wolf in Narnia. I remember watching the movies with Nessie and even with my nieces and nephews, even the ones that weren't related to me but my wolf bothers. But that was then and this is now. The Gamemakers won't recognize the quote but I don't care. I step into the center of the room. "I'm hunger. I'm thirst. Where I bite, I hold till I die, and even after death they must cut out my mouthful from my enemy's body and bury it with me. I can fast a hundred years and not die. I can lie a hundred nights on the ice and not freeze. I can drink a river of blood and not burst. Show me your enemies."
A/N Ok so I obviously don't own that quote- C.S Lewis does and I don't own Jacob, Stephanie Meyer does and I don't own the Hunger Games as that is all Suzanne Collins'. But I haven't put a disclaimer on this fic before and now I won't need to again as it has been all said.
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